back by popular demand...
So, pictures of my 2-day birthday to follow, as soon as they are developed. I seem to have misplaced my digital camera from it's snug spot in my purse, and I might know who helped it on it's way. But that's a different story.
So....
Where the hell have I been for the last week? (Or so)
It all starts last friday...
I was out with a friend, and he let slip that one of my best friends had told him something very personal and somewhat embarrassing about me. Obviously I was kinda upset by this, especially when you add on that she had, in the week+1/2 previous, lied to me, avoided me, and insulted me.
Now, 6 years of friendship, I'm willing to give her a chance to explain herself.
So I called her.
And called her.
Recieved an email from her saying she wasn't ignoring me, she just didn't want to talk to me until we could be "adult." (speaking to me like that is a BIG mistake)
And called her.
For 3 days.
Then I gave up for two days.
I missed one day of work because I was too upset to get out of bed (I know it sounds a little pathetic, but it makes sense to those who know me well). I missed another because the stress was apparently a little much on my body, and I got another u.t.i. I don't think this one made it to my kidney, but I still have to take antibiotics twice a day. That, of course, made me miss another day of work. My store manager was such an asshole when I called, that he made me cry. The next day was my birthday.
So, when I made that post, I was being ignored by one friend, sick, in some minor pain, I had been carded buying lighter fluid("I'm 20 today"-"You look much younger than 18" wtf?), and my other friend was out shopping with her baby's grandmothers. Not like someone died (that was my 15th+16th birthdays), but pretty crappy.
So I went to the beach. I wanted to set something on fire (hence the lighter fluid), but there were too many people around. No privacy.
She showed up on my birthday with a present and an apology. Part of the apology was a cd starting out "why should we break up/let's kiss and make up."
So I let her talk.
As it turns out, it was several misunderstandings, her saying a couple stupid things, and her complete lack of interpersonal skills combining. I'm still mad, but I'd rather just... not fight. I don't know that I quite trust her the same either, but we'll see how it goes.
This is what I get for befriending people as crazy as me. One with diagnosed borderline personality, and one afraid to go to a psychiatrist/psychologist because she had a bad experience with one 10+ years ago.
Yesterday was better though... We all went to the beach, and Katrina and I watched a movie. You'll see pics soon, as I said.
