Second Fried Rice Incident

I am sitting at Starbucks with a pumpkin spiced latte.

It is raining and we were supposed to get a hurricane but I suppose it blew over. I finished my first graphic communications test. There was an hour in between classes so I went back to Laura in the dorm. She is sick with food poisoning and a cold again.

I got her a banana from commons, but she is fasting because it is some type of animal rights day. I would do that too but I am already a vegetarian every day of my life.

Anyway, Laura was out last night until 12:30 am. She was with this kid from her math class, his girlfriend, and his friend and they went to see a movie. “I might get Chinese food,” she said before she left. “Remember the last time you got Chinese food? I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I told her. She got it anyway because she wanted to eat before the fast. When she got home she had a stomach ache. When she woke up this morning she was throwing up because of the mucus, the alcohol, and the fried rice.

I do not know what to do with her.

I tried texting/calling people to hear me vent. Emily C listened and so did Juli and Emily B. I called Mom but then remembered that she was at work. I texted her.

Currently I miss Jim and I want so desperately to call him, talk to him, and hear his voice. I do not want him to listen to me vent the whole time though, especially after what he has been through. I want to hear his voice. I want to listen about his life. How is Randy? What have you guys been up to? Is your mother alright? What about Ryan, I have not heard from him in a while?

I stood outside Starbucks in the rain before pondering over whether or not I should call Jim and then I remembered that he is at work. I was going to ask if he had a lunch break for me to call him, but then I let the time slip by and there was no window of opportunity. 1:00 pm is a time where people most often have already had their lunch breaks.

He texted me yesterday and it made my day. I told Jim that he makes my day when he texts me. He really does. Here I am with all these feelings of loneliness sitting in Starbucks. I sip a latte, smell the boiling coco, and stare at my phone. This is my impromptu bar until the day I turn 21.

It is Friday, the only day I get to have any peace.



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