The Real 4th

If I learned anything yesterday, it is that I cannot predict the future. Haha. My guesses as to my day were way off. I thought it would be decent at best and I'd go home early to sit alone and pout while thinking of Rachel. Not what happened. It was an awesome day minus two things: having to hear my roommates have sex again and waking up from a nap to have my stomach feel like I was being stabbed repeatedly. Other than that, amazing.

Going over to Snu was delayed, but totally worth it. I haven't gotten to spend that kind of brotherhood time with them in way too long. We sat around shooting the shit, drinking, and setting off fireworks. It's the simple things. Doesn't hurt that I dominated beer pong. I'm still impressed that entire 12 pack was gone with only giving away two beers. I never lost my touch. And didn't get drunk. I miss those times where I can just sit around with everyone and be myself. It was nice to have that again. Get a good group together and just sit and talk over some hookah and High Life. As the night started to wind down and Jori came over, it was a nice change of pace. I know we were both happy to see each other. Her spending the night was a pleasant surprise. Needless to say, I wasn't laying in bed thinking of how much I missed Rachel and that. Wishing she was the one next to me instead of Jori. Didn't happen. Rachel's got her new man now. She was the last thing on my mind. Missing her is not my problem anymore. I think I am finally cured. Thank you life. You're working your way back into my good graces. And thank you for reminding me what it's like to be wanted.