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Jul. 22nd, 2004 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
today around 4 I called Bree because she'd called me yesterday, and she was working tonight but I told her I'd bring by the book I was going to loan her at 9-ish when I was out driving, after she got home from work. but it started raining so she called me at 6 to tell me she was home and that I could come over now if I wanted, and she was pretty down, so we decided to just hang out some and I went and picked her up. we went to Mr. Gyros for dinner and then to Family Video to rent a movie; after about a half-hour of wandering aimlessly we got Fight Club, which I'd never seen before. stopped at Walgreen's to buy junk food ("it would be a girls' night, I guess, only I think usually girls' nights entail chick flicks instead of Fight Club..." "but it... hm... well, it has Brad Pitt, does that mean it still counts?" "...nooot really.") claimed the upstairs TV and proceeded to eat chocolate and watch most of the movie, but when it was about 90% done my dad came and kicked us out so we moved downstairs and finished it. and then I took her home. good movie, anyway.
I don't know. it always bothers me to hang out with my friends when they're depressed, because of course I want to be able to help and of course I pretty much can't. hypocritical, though, since -I- hate it when people feel bad for not helping -me-... but then, my friends mean something to me, which is kind of in contrast to my complete lack of self worth. aaaanyway. still hypocritical, I don't know, but I'm shutting up now.
for me, I think, what feels even better when I'm down is driving really fast with the windows down and music blaring... at night, in the rain. yeah. that was nice. but now I'm home and the car's in the driveway and life has circled back to its standard inanity, so bleh. whatever, though. don't mind me, I'm fine... or as fine as I can be. something. yeah, I don't know.
....sorry. being too think-y and depressive lately.
I don't know. it always bothers me to hang out with my friends when they're depressed, because of course I want to be able to help and of course I pretty much can't. hypocritical, though, since -I- hate it when people feel bad for not helping -me-... but then, my friends mean something to me, which is kind of in contrast to my complete lack of self worth. aaaanyway. still hypocritical, I don't know, but I'm shutting up now.
for me, I think, what feels even better when I'm down is driving really fast with the windows down and music blaring... at night, in the rain. yeah. that was nice. but now I'm home and the car's in the driveway and life has circled back to its standard inanity, so bleh. whatever, though. don't mind me, I'm fine... or as fine as I can be. something. yeah, I don't know.
....sorry. being too think-y and depressive lately.
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Date: 2004-07-22 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-26 04:30 pm (UTC)Oh, yeah, and Brad Pitt helps too.