So, earlier today I got a call from my friend Brian, whom I haven't seen in quite a while. He invited me to go camping with him and some of his friends. It was quite a ways away. I dealt with some business and then called to get directions and drove up. Everything was alright...Brian's directions weren't the hottest, but I made it there.
His friends arrive. Brian's friends always amaze me...but not usually in a good way. Interesting how that correlates to another thought in my mind now.
Long and short, his friends were somewhat out of control. At some point they were doing god knows what out by the cars and there was a loud bang. It wasn't until his really drunk friend, who was the closest to myself in age, wanted to plug in his phone in my car adapter that I found out about the fact that my rear right window was shattered. I was, needless to say, irritated. I was upset with morons, and then, upon considering leaving and going to gather my things from by the fire so if I were to leave it would make things easier, I found that my writing notebook book had been thrown in the fire. That was all it took. Luckily, my book was damaged but no writing was lost, but despite that, I was leaving. That was that.
I just got home.
So now I have to figure out what to do about this window. Great, as if I didn't already have money issues. And on top of all this, I missed a message from Parker and Bergie asking me to watch The Apartment with them. Bergie called me later on, before I saw the message, and I now wish I could have somehow decided not to spontaneously drive to the middle of nowhere to have my car window broken and my writing desecrated, with ignorant intentions nonetheless, and instead stayed and watched the movie with them. It would have had such a better outcome.
Listen to me rant, I felt like sharing this time. Usually I'd hide these things.