The story, in full

Okay, so here's the full deal.

I've been kinda down recently. I had nice plans. I was gonna do good this semester (didn't happen), I had plans for the summer, such as camping (not happening, or at least not with me), a trip to New England (also not happening), and a trip to Corpus (which is kind of doubtful). So, I did something stupid, and wanted to go where I thought home was. I had to do something. So, after work Friday night, when I got off at two, I headed toward Arlington in Eric's car. I got there, and hung out with Thomas at his Shell station (where he works now) till he got off. Then I went and saw Shar and her family, wished her sister a happy birthday, and then I was gonna go back. Eric had even called me and let me know that he needed the car, and I had told him that I was on the way back. But, I didn't feel like I had finished my trip to Arlington yet, and so I called someone.

Mrs. Barker answered the phone, and said she wasn't awake, but she had picked up the phone also, and at the sound of her voice, Mrs. Barker hung up. And, so I invited Sarah to go out to breakfast with me. We had a good time. I told her what's going on, and she did the same. She doesn't have too many new stories, but it was still a good time. Sarah is still Sarah, and hasn't really changed at all. I gave her the address of my blog, took her home, and headed back.

All in all, I regret my trip to Arlington. For three reasons:

1. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back, and that it was just not worth it.
2. I stole Eric's car. I feel so bad about that, like I stole candy from a kid. Then beat the crap out of him. And then tortured his parents. And then just left him to die somewhere. Eric says it's no problem, and that he wishes that he had the… Whatever it is that I have that allowed me to just go to Arlington on a whim. But, I still feel really bad.
3. It cost a lot of money. I mean, gosh.

But, it wasn't all bad. I got to see Thomas, Shar, and wish Jazzie a happy b-day. And I resolved myself with Sarah. I mean, for the past few months, I've been mentally hounded with "should I call her?" and "should I even look at her blog?" But, now I don't have to worry about that anymore. I don't have to think if I should contact her, if I want to talk to her, I just will. And I don't think about dating her anymore. I don't think I could anyways. She made a post in her blog on how she was afraid that I was gonna date her again, but I don't think that will ever happen. I just don't see her as the perfect goddess now that I used to. And that's good.

But, the trip made me really tired. And other stuff has happened. But that's for a different post.