Life, You Suck.

I really hate being made to feel guilty. I hate when someone thinks I'm making up excuses when I'm not trying to... I just suck. Okay? Life sucks. I suck. Deal with it. I don't get out enough to spend time with my friends. I wish I lived in town. I want my friends to be able to come visit me whenever they want to and vice versa. I just need a little bit of money. A nice weekend job should do it. I can handle that, right? Right? I hope so. I really want to move so that I actually have that excuse that I am too far away or whatever. Ugh. At the same time, I don't want to be far away. It's all really... frustrating, really. I give up thinking for now.

Weekend in Wausau

Well, Thursday morning came and I still hadn't fallen asleep, I was too excited about the weekend on the motorcycles. I get a "friend request" from my Mother; apparently she had to make a new account for telling someone to fuck off on her status. The conversation went as follows:

Me- I'm curious so... why?
Her- Wasnt trying to add you stupid android touch phone. Tried to block you to give you yer seperateness. Obviously I suck at this new phone. So if you could/would reblock me
Me- Gladly.

My first thought after reading her message was, "seperateness"? What the fuck happened to your vocabulary? That isn't even a goddamned word! And then, THANK GOD, she didn't want to talk to me again. I almost had to give a fuck. *sigh* I don't think her and I will ever connect again. Oh, well. Oh, and I also was kind of mad because I wasted a panic pill on that false alarm. Better safe than sorry though, right?

Anyways, I never went to bed, so there was no "I woke up to an awesome breakfast". No, I went up to pee at about 7am and SMELLED amazing breakfast. Eggs... skillet style. Nom.

Got on the motorcycle, all clad in leather... and freezing my ass off about half way to Tomah. Not Tomahawk. TOMAH. Less than a fucking hour away on the interstate and I was huddled behind Nathan in a turtle position, shivering. My ass hurt. Half way on the stretch between Tomah and Nekoosa, I tapped his shoulder and signed the letters C-O-L-D. He got the message. It started to warm up a little near Wisconsin Rapids, though. I miss that place. I can't wait until our trip back when Nathan and I will stay behind and spend the rest of the day there. And then, I said "sweet Jesus" as we pulled into a Kwik Trip. I grabbed my happy ass a double mocha and got in the car with Mary for the rest of the trip.

Now that was where the trip got better with three words. Heated. Leather. Seats. All I needed after that was a freaking lap blankie and I was good to go. I took some pictures of our group of bikers ahead of us. Pretty nice shots. Evan is on his Honda Goldwing up front, Nathan on his Suzuki Blvd, and friends of Evan and Mary's on the Harley-Davidson in the back. Another friend with the same exact trike showed up alone. I hope to muster enough courage to as him for a ride.

After that, we went to the Harley-Davidson Shop in Wausau, saw loads of bikes and stuff and hopefully I will get something this weekend. Nathan loves me. More to come later!