Going out in Yokohama

Today, I got to sleep in. That was really refreshing, but I hope that I get enough tonight too. I just did some laundry and reading news on my laptop. I wanted to work on my website today, but didn’t really find too much time to do that. I sent some e-mails to some of my friends that have sent me e-mails like weeks ago. I’m really bad at getting back to people like that. But I’ve got to work at that.

Then Tonight I will be going to Kannai to meet up a friend before she goes to Boston to study. I’m not really fond of her, but she’s not too bad of a person and actually I only started to not like her because of another person. But I decided to give her a chance this year and since she will be leaving soon, she won’t be able to stalk me anymore. So this will probably be the last time that I have any contact with her. So I’m a bit relieved. She can be a bit on the annoying side at times and isn’t the most intelligent person in the world, but I’m not discriminating, since I decided to still be her friend even though she makes me feel uncomfortable.

What was even worst than having to hang out with her, was that I was seen in public with her. I mean there was a person that I knew that saw us and was having dinner at the same restaurant. I never felt so ashamed in my life and especially when she made the comment if I was on a date. I was about to throw-up right there. And that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the evening. I was so embarrassed to be sitting next to her, with her annoying voice and her ugliness, smoking her nasty ass cigarettes, drinking her gross alcohol. I have decided that it would be best for me to never have contact with her again. I gave her a chance, but she blew it. I was pushed to the limit and then some and I might be an asshole, but I’d rather be an asshole than her friend. The whole night she was just bugging me about other people and other shit like that. It’s not my problem so why the hell do you have to bother me about it?? I’m not your father and I wouldn’t want to be and feel sorry for the guy for having to put up with your shit. She decided to get eye surgery to make herself look prettier, but I believe that it failed on many levels and it was to the point where I couldn’t look at her for the fear I might blow chunks. So the last straw was drawn and I’ll say it’s officially over. No more friendship, no more contact.