This week has been really tiring and sort of hazy feeling. On Friday I was driving to the Blanton art museum in Austin with a friend following me and she ended up rear-ending me on I-35 and we had to deal with highway patrol and towing stuff, it was a nightmare. My car is alright just scratched up in the back, but her car is totally scrapped with a busted radiator. I ended up shopping and eating in Austin by myself that day to wait out traffic until I could come back. I did get to visit some of my friends that go to UT now and that was pretty refreshing.
I also had some friends throwing a party back home that I decided not to go to and none of them take it well when I decide to stay here. All of my best friends from high school are still stuck in a high school mentality and they don't understand that I cant be coming home every weekend, I have to make this my priority. I'm hearing really lame things about them anyway. Why would I want to go home to all these dramatic things and bad vibes I'm hearing about, they all need to grow up before I stop coming home completely.
Oh and my friend has a tattoo gun and I got him to give me a tattoo on my but that says pma which stands for positive mental attitude. It's hilarious to me because I got that acronym from a Swansea drug addict in a VICE documentary I watched but pma is relevant forever, and its on my butt so it'll be funny to me forever. Still not saying it was a good idea but it was fun.
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