The Aftermath.

At the end of the day you look back. I think every day we look back on it, thinking something different. Even if it is only slightly different, it doesn't matter. Well, I look back on today with mixed feelings, I suppose.

The day started where I left off in the last blog in which Michaela and I were staying up all night and then made plans to go visit our drinking friends. We were making noodles and drinking creaming soda and playing Ninja Kids. And then we won all the arcade games and stuff. Was fun, though I think that really wore me out. It is 10:51 pm and I am still awake. I think that means I've been awake for at least 30 odd hours. Which is pretty impressive considering my holiday sleeping patterns.

I was quite proud of ourselves the way we navigated through uncharted territory to a place quite unknown without any help. We women have very good travel and directional instincts! It was a fun day for the most part. Other bits, interesting, I guess. The guys were really nice and I kicked arse at Wii™ Bowling. It was pretty awesome.

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I have a little something on my mind. I think I might've said something in previous entries about 'no regrets'. Having no regrets and all that jazz. I've just realised something; a lot about this policy is dependant upon other people. I mean, they way people treat you after certain things occur, etc, the comments they make, or the looks they give, certainly count for something when you go over things of the past, distant or near. I mean when someone unloads their opinion onto you, can make it a hell of a lot easier or a hell of a lot harder to apply this whole 'no regrets' thing. It would be nice, I suppose, if people, especially people that are not particularly burdensome to be around could respect the things you do, the choices you make, no matter how poor or ridiculous they are, because once they've been made, they can't be withdrawn. I think it would be nice if people would be a little accepting, 'cause sometimes it doesn't make me (or anyone for that matter) feel any better about things. I wish regret and hindsight could be left up to the individual. Why do people get treated differently after shit like that? Why is it awkward?

And there I went on another one of my long blog posts. And to be honest, I didn't mean to, things just happen. Ha. Ha.

Adios. To things.

Stephie D ♥♠♣♦