I’m about to go on a rambling rampage of the events in my life from 2009-2011. Feel free to read it, not read it, or laugh at my jew nose. Whatever you choose is fine with me. Let the rambling begin.
2009
This was probably the best year of my life now that I think about it. So much went on it hurts to think about it all. First and most importantly, 2009 was the year I really got close with my best friend James, full homo. I can’t really describe the friendship because there isn’t a way to. It’s hard to write about it without people thinking I like dick, so I’ll put it this way; he was really the only kid I trusted and remained completely loyal to. We were practically brothers. People honestly thought we were gay because of how close we were and how we always hung out. Oh well.
This was the year I also finally got a girlfriend after 17 years of life. Pathetic in a way, I know. I actually had 1 and a half girlfriends in 2009, except the first relationship only lasted like 24 hours so it doesn’t technically count? Anyway, 4/27/09 was the day I finally got a real girlfriend. Go me? It literally was the worst/best 5 and a half months of my life. So many ups and downs. Most downs, with some ups. I have been blown (TMI? Sorry.) kissed, cheated on, lied to, and broken up with more times than I can count. Actually, I think we broke up 9 times and got back together the next day. Who knows? More importantly, who cares? It’s over and done with and it was an amazing learning experience.
That about sums up 2009. Are you still even reading this? Kudos to you if you still are. Oh and I also got into college, hooray.
2010
This year was, well, I don’t know how to put it. It was good, don’t get me wrong. Well, now that I think about it a little more, it was a pretty good year. No girlfriend and nothing exceptional happened really. I met a lot of people and was more active than ever before. I graduated high school and was ready to start my last summer before heading of to college in the fall. Summer 2010 was pretty fucking legit. Lots of parties and lots of drunk girls taking off their clothes for no reason at all. All in all, not bad for a kid who doesn’t really party.
August came around and it was time for me to pack up my shit and finally go to college. I was so excited to be out of the house and on my own for the first time. Even though I was leaving people behind, I knew I was going to meet so many more people in college. I knew I was going to turn into a party animal and get drunk every night, smoke weed, skip class, and become a total bad ass. To be honest, none of that happened. Actually, it was the complete opposite. I really wasn’t surprised either because: 1) I hate people, 2) I hate people, and 3) I’m pretty much a hermit who doesn’t leave his room. Oh well, Xbox Live parties are almost as fun.
That’s it for 2010. I’m almost done, I swear, don’t worry.
2011
If I could describe 2011 in one word, it would have to be, disaster. This year has sucked more balls than Neil Patrick Harris. That’s a lot of balls. It all started in February and has slowly gotten worse by the month. Shall we brake it down? Sure, why not? I’ve already come this far. February: Get mad at best friend. Why you ask? Too complicated, so I’ll save that shit storm of a situation for a rainy day. March: Second semester at college sucks and me and James are still not talking, still full homo. April: For the first time in a few months, send James a mean and whiny text message like we are in a relationship. Cute, I know. We talk it out, things kinda get better. May: Get job at Western Fucking Beef and work from 5pm-2am. June: Still working, still sucking. July: Another fight with James for the same shit storm that happened earlier in the year. I haven’t talked to him since. Okay, it’s really annoying typing the months and then having to bold and italicize them so I’ll sum it up quick. Basically, months 8-12: Sophomore in college, do nothing, again. Winter break, have job with some old guy ripping out kitchens…fun.
This whole “ex” best friend thing really sucks ass. The reason being, I don’t like people and I only like to keep a small group of friends, meaning, if one leaves the group, it has a bigger effect because that one person isn’t easily replaceable. Holy shit, run on sentence. I know this paragraph doesn’t really belong, sorry. You’ll get over it.
Yeah, so that was 2011. Quick summary in cased you missed it: 2011 was a shitty year filled with a shit job, a shit social life up at college and a shit semi-kinda-not sure-hopefully not end of a friendship. Excellent.
End
Are you still alive? Did you really read all of this? My hero! You care! You really do care! Or you don’t care and this came up on your news feed and it was so long you had to see what it was about. Anyway, that’s the end of my rant. Thanks for reading. Hopefully 2012 will be better and not be the end of life as we know it and we all die a slow and painful death…okay, I’m done. Really. I stopped typing. Stop reading. Okay? Okay. Bye.
