#awkwardthoughts

[ralphporrazzo]

Awkward Thought #1

One beautiful summer night in the majestic city of San Diego, I embarked on a night of frivolous drinking with my older brother. Now that I think about it,  I’m not quite sure summer was the correct season, since the weather is always warmer in the Southern California city. Summer or not, it was a memorable night that I constantly think about every so often. Mainly because this story involves a member of the opposite sex. And not just any female, a well-spoken grad student pursuing a career in Psychology. Was she was older than I, yes. Perhaps more sophisticated, perhaps a tad pretentious. Either way, that didn't stop my drunken endeavors. I wanted to, you know, see the inside of her apartment. Obviously, to see if a member of the genus Canis was present. But to wrap this awkward thought up quickly (you’ll soon see why I say that) she told me she had to run. No, literally, not figuratively, she had signed up to complete a marathon in the morning. Here's the kicker, she said, “I’ll catch you later”. HA, I’m just messing with you, that would be way too many running jokes. But, she was a nice lady that I did enjoy spending the remainder of the night with before the Uber snatched me up. Here’s what I’ll always be skeptical of... “Did she really have to run a marathon the next day”.

[crimsong19]

Heard @wkamaubell & @chuckklosterman talk #AwkwardThoughts, politics & Rocky at @bellhouseny. #booktour #SonyAlpha6000 #A6000 #SonyA6000 #Alpha6000 #WKamauBell #ChuckKlosterman #TheBellHouse #Brooklyn #Gowanus (at The Bell House)

[jasonlloren]

Berkeley comedian and author W. Kamau Bell appears for a conversation with a sold-out audience before signing his new book, “The Awkward Thoughts of W. Kamau Bell,” at the Starline Social Club in Oakland. 📷: @chinnski #UnitedShades #CNN #WKamauBell #comic #comedian #AwkwardThoughts #Oakland #Berkeley #comedy #standup (at Starline Social Club)

[celinabarajas]

Gonna try this sometime..... 😂😂😂 #awkwardthoughts

[youknowyouareafanofpsych]

He's coming back! Shawn isn't ready yet, he still needs his father. :D That's my opinion :)

Yes!!! I agree!!! Although Shawn has grown up some, he still needs his father in his life. :)

[blamblerose-blog-blog]

BLOG UPDATE

When I started this blog, I just wanted a place to put my thoughts. I didn't even put my name on it let alone contact info. I got to thinking. I really want to travel the world and try new stuff. Starting today I'll make sure to check out different restaurants and different hang out spots. I'll have a section on this blog for random things like that. On my last blog, I had different pages within one blog. I think I'll try that again. So far, I'll have a page for thoughts, logics, adventures, maybe some screenplays. I don't want anybody to steal my screenplays so I'm sort of iffy on that. Someone sent me a DM on Instagram telling me they liked this blog because I write normal. You know, like a teenager and stuff. Honestly I was a little conscious about not sounding professional enough. I asked a teacher and he said to write my age. The best thing a writer can do is be relatable. So I guess I'll keep doing this thing. Posting drafts and just writing out actual thoughts. In a way it's just as if I'm talking. Under no circumstances I'll revert to writing slangs though. No way, we don't do that here. My teacher gave me this idea to take this blog more seriously especially when I start college. He claims when I'm around 28, I'll appreciate reading about my teen to adult years. I don't know, but hopefully he's right. So, so far I covered that I'll have different pages, a new theme, this theme is boring. Also I'll have a direct URL hopefully starting next week. So it's going to say bramblerose.com instead of having tumblr in the URL name. Someone asked why did I choose bramblerose. It's quick and simple. There isn't any deep psychological meaning to it. One of my favorite rapper Donald Glover got his name "childish gambino" just by inserting his name in this online generator. I went to the website and inserted "Emily". I got bramblerose. Which is weird because "bramble" isn't even a word. I like the way it sounds though.

[bananami03-blog]

hello, world!

the new year’s started and i’ve created this bananablog due to a variety of reasons.

i’d love to master my English and some other languages as well. i’d love to master expressing my thoughts and myself as a whole. i wish to get to know myself better and i wish to get to know other people who would share my interests and attitudes. i also hope to share stuff i create, and i hope blogging will encourage doing me things.

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i know it’ll be awkward to read this post later, but i just feel i need to write something upon creating it.

[youknowyouareafanofpsych]

Hey! What time is it in the US? Do you have a live stream or something? I live in Brazil, and I don't wanna wait to download it.

It's 7:30 pm where I am, so we have about an hour and a half left! And HERE is a livestream link!! :)

[interwovenwithabba]

Sometimes it's hard for me to think Jesus thought of me while dieing. Like, there's gazillions of generations of people that he died for. Maybe I could've slipped his mind.

[blamblerose-blog-blog]

SELF AWARENESS

Self awareness Is a beautiful thing. Through it, we procure significant wisdom. The type of wisdom that isn’t earned easily. It’s a shame many people go through life without it.

My brother and I stopped talking last Christmas. We had an argument and one thing led to another. Things were said and things were done. I can hold a grudge for a long time, in fact too long. I have the ability to do so because I rarely get emotionally attached to anything. This is one trait about me I happen to admire. It protects me, it serves as a shield through this cold world. However, two days ago, I realized it also blinds me from certain things. Perhaps the shield is too big for someone like me to handle . Here’s a story:

” shortly after the argument, my brother left to go hang out with his friends. I was still very furious at him hours later. My sister added a Facebook status about the gift he had given her prior to the whole thing. In it, she tagged me and then she tagged him. He commented something which I will keep confidential for the sake of him. Immediately I was offended. I was already furious at him. How dare he go on Facebook to insult me?! I sent him a long text message, blocked his number, and blocked him on Facebook. Ever since that day, we avoided each other in the house. We got into a couple arguments which only sunk our previous relationship deeper into the water. Two days ago, after nearly three months, he cracked and talked to me. He approached me in a playful way almost as if nothing happened. We later talked about the elephant in the room. “

I’m sure you’re wondering what is the point to this story. I’ll get to it. When my brother left the house to go hang with his friends, he claimed he had forgotten about the whole situation. I argued that it doesn’t make sense, it’s impossible for someone to get over something so quickly. He said “normal people fight all the time and forget it.” He revealed that he was simply discussing what my gift should be. I got angry. I felt like he was lying to me. We went on Facebook and we checked the comments. He read them out loud. I folded my arms and felt as if I’ve won. Until he got to explain what he meant by his comments. My sister started laughing historically. My brother’s comments were all positive but because I was mad at him at the moment, I viewed everything in a negative light. He said he was confused when he received that hurtful text from me. He had no idea where it came from. To make matters worse I had blocked him from replying. He figured it was best to give me space.

I felt so stupid. My pride had blinded me from the beginning. It left me angry for three months for no reason. I read that long text I sent him over again. I felt like I wanted to crawl in a hole. I honestly hate the person I am when I’m angry. He explained how he felt reading the text. I couldn’t listen to it all, I had to leave the room. I posted a recent entry about a day spent with my brother and our friends. I grew up close to him, he was my best friend. We were both the trouble makers in our household. We were always so full of energy running around the house. I posted an entry about riding horses in my grandparents farm. He taught me. I posted an entry about hope and fear. He gave me those papers to read. It was his college papers . Everything on my blog somehow connects back to him because he was my best friend. Yet I cut him out of my life without any remorse. I felt nothing. No matter how much I loved him I wasn’t emotionally attached to him. I was able to toss him away like everybody else. But he isn’t like everybody else.

Nothing in life is coincidental. Yesterday I was in class thinking about the situation while drawing out a scene for my screenwriting class. My classmate Gustavo sat next to me. This kid always makes me smile. He gives off this strong positive energy all the time. He forced me to change my negative thinking. He talked while I wrote the captions on my storyboard. Shortly after, my teacher’s voice grew to be louder than his. "Today class, we’re going to discuss self awareness. We as humans do things without a solid reasoning behind it. In order to truly write our essay on the desire to be accepted, we must first connect it to self awareness. Who could tell me what self awareness is? " I instantly dropped my pencil and raised my hand. I was thinking about self awareness the whole day, now a teacher I happen to admire the most in school wants to discuss it. I answered the question, as my lips moved I saw Gus looking at me from the corner of my eyes. He had a blank facial expression. I no longer felt that positive vibe he always seemed to give off. I don’t know if it’s because he was lost in what I had to say or because he was bored of the class. My teacher looked straight at me the whole time talking about the subject I desperately needed answers to. It was almost as if God sent him. He answered everything I needed him to answer. During the lesson I turned to look at Gus, only go find him with his head down. I tapped him on his shoulder, he got up and looked at me like it’s the first time he seen me. “Gus, why do you smoke? ” ” I don’t know” he said. “why do you have meaningless sex with girls? ” ” I don’t know” he replied again. “why are you high right now? ” He paused as if he wanted to say something, I could tell he was thinking of an answer. But in the end. He only replied three simple words -” I don’t know. ” The bell rang, class ended and I made my way to my next class. I asked myself questions similar to the ones I asked Gus. I asked myself why was I still mad at my brother even though he explained the whole story. I asked why do I hold grudges, why am I so angry all the time, why can't I let go. Like Gus I kept saying” I don’t know. ” however, I thought about what Mr K said in class and pushed myself to form a few answers.

I left school and immediately unblocked my brother’s number from my phone. I texted him to bring me some food when he gets home. A way of me telling him things were back to normal. I’m back to being the annoying little sister who only called for food or a ride to the movies. I learned about self awareness that day. Later today, I’m going to post a logic on what Mr K said that day. I'll even write a few things I found on the net. Right now I need to close my phone and get into school. I need to thank my teacher and Gus. Hopefully I don’t forget.

[blamblerose-blog-blog]

THE HARDEST PART, SO FAR...

Yesterday I started writing this screenplay my teacher told me to work on. It’s not exactly an assignment and I won’t be graded for it. Knowing Mr. Z tough, he doesn’t ask for something without a solid reasoning or ulterior motive. We were making small talk and Wentworth Miller came up. For those who don’t know, Wentworth Miller starred as Michael Scofield in the hit show ‘Prison Break’. Last summer he received an invite from Russia to attend some kind of prominent event. He publicly sent a letter out to them, denying the invite. In the letter, he stated his sexuality and he argued against Russia’s homophobic laws. Upon hearing this I was very shocked, I had no idea that one of my favorite actors was gay. However at the same time, I was proud. I admired his gesture and his way of doing it. He saw an opportunity to stand up for what was right. What better way to do it?

My teacher and I agreed that my first completed screenplay should have a message attached to it. He wanted to help me produce it and my friends and I could be the one acting. I just admirer Mr zwerling, he always finds a way to push me towards my dreams. Acting and writing that is.

 We ran around a few ideas and although they were all good, in the end only one prevailed. Though it was the best one, it was the hardest to put on paper. I had to remind myself that success doesn’t come easily.

As I rode the Q train I took my phone out and started typing out the intro. No luck. Then I thought it’ll be easier if I completed the story board first, because at the moment I had a vague picture of scenes running through my head. Doing the story board was easier. I had sixteen boxes with captions each, I figured that’s good enough. “Established Shot - no that won’t work, CU of GUY#1, POV of GUY#1, MEDIUM CU of GUY#2, GUY#1 OC, ” what took so long? ” ESTABLISHED SHOT - GUY#2 VO ” he never did well with tardiness, it made him tense” I whispered the captions instead of writing them. I wasn’t sure of myself and at the moment I was working with a pen. It’s a good thing there was only three people boarding my cart, myself included.

When I arrived home I browsed the net to find out answers to as why I’m not too confident on this project. I wanted to know the basic problem regarding my failure to write out the scenes I already had in my head. I realized a ton of people go through this and some of them label it as “the hardest thing to go through.” I was always a realist, I knew they’ll be more things in my way, especially when I start college. I took out my storyboard papers and wrote on the top “the hardest part.. So far.” then I jotted out a few notes under it. Hopefully Mr. Z will see it and hopefully offer some guidance like he always does.

[blamblerose-blog-blog]

I MADE PROGRESS..

Two years ago I posted an entrie titled “making progress”. I expressed on this blog how sophmore year was the lowest year of my life. Nothing was right. When I wrote that entry I knew the root of most of my problems was my trust issues. I promised myself that I would start working on myself, for myself, by myself. There’s no feeling in the world that could compare to how I’m feeling right now. I actually achieved the goal I dreamed of. ”

MAKING PROGRESS I don’t like expressing myself to people. Most of the time my own family doesn’t know what I’m feeling. I think it’s because of my past, people have disappointed me in the past as a result, I block people out without realizing it. I try my best not to cry in front of people, not because crying is a form of weakness, but because I’ve never fully trusted someone enough to cry in front of them willingly. I guess you could say I have trust issues. I like keeping things inside, it’s my way of dealing with things. Then I write it in my journal or here , then post it privately. One of the reasons why I HATE expressing myself to people is because they always lie and say “I know how you feel” NO YOU DONT! then they rub my back and show me pity, which always makes things worse. Sometimes I try to open up to people but it’s so hard. I’ve opened up to certain people a few times, but that’s only when I needed someone to tell me “everything’s gonna be alright” when I don’t believe it myself. I hope as I grow up I open up more and more. Keeping things bundled up inside isn’t really healthy. You get these pains in your chest when you’re mad, you literally feel a heavy weight on your chest. All I can do is hope for  improvement and progress everyday. I’m working on myself, I just need to trust people more and put my feelings out there, and expect any possible outcome :) a wise man once said ”progress always involve risk, you can’t steal second base while keeping your foot on first” - Frederick B”

• I remember the day I wrote this. I had just arrived home from school. My usual after school routine contained smoking weed. there’s no doubt in my mind I was high that day. That day I found out I was failing english which was shocking because it was a subject I usually excelled at. I wasn’t failing because I was dumb. I was failing because it was the class I had first period. I chose to ditch it to smoke and hang out with my friends. Writing this back then, I thought I couldn’t put my trust in others. However, reading this now, I realise the person I didn’t trust was truly myself. Funny thing is, I have this english teacher again this year. Two years later he still remember me. He often joke and call me a “ghost” because I only showed up to his class once. I had a 94 for his class last semester. I explained my situation to him. He simply smiled, nodded then walked away. Later, he told me he could relate to me and he refuses to judge me. He never did give me an explanation on how. By the look in his eyes, I believed him. Anyways, I accomplished something I thought was close to impossible back then. Giving out trust to others and most importantly myself. Look at that, I made progress after all. Today I no longer smoke or drink yo solve my problems. My grades are at an all time high and I actually ditched all the negative people in my life. My teacher told me not to beat myself up and every teenager goes through this phase in life. He is shocked to see that the girl that was cutting his class last year, shows up every single day sometimes before him and write killer essays that makes him proud. I'm at a good place, I can't believe I failed English last year that was so stupid for me. ”

[blamblerose-blog-blog]

OPEN YOUR EYES MATE

I was talking to my good friend whos name should remain confidential. He was listening to music through the phone while I was doing my homework. We don’t go to the same school, and we live sort of far from each other. We always spend about 3-4 hours on the phone while going through our daily routines. At a point the music irritated me and I asked him “You don’t get tired of Meek Mill’s voice?”. Little did I know that question would stir up a two hour debate. He answered my question with “No nigga,  meek is a boss, fuck u mean don’t I get tired of his voice?” He went on to ramble on about how great the guy was. Meek’s “swagg” and “boss attitude” dominated the whole conversation . His musical abilities failed to make an appereance throughout the entire conversation. After merely an hour of arguing I went on to teach my friend a lesson that I believe will be stuck with him for years to come. I told him “Big corporate Music Labels own private prisons. This isn’t an opinion , its a fact. Rappers like chief keef, meek and ross are here to inspire you to be like them. Its a marketing strategy and a good one at that. You dress like them, you talk like them, how long until you start acting like them? The crazy thing Is , they don’t commit those crimes they rap about. They millionaires, you really think they’re going to risk it all by selling coke? They here to turn you into a thug , when you get arrested , the label that signed them will make a big profit. Their music is a propaganda to the black community. Look where they play it at. These rappers know this but they don’t care. Listen to your vocabulary and then listen to mine- its different. You cant go three sentences without saying ‘nigga’ . The bitter truth is , majority of black teens limit themself. They believe one of the only ways to make it out the hood they live in is through commiting crimes. I mean why not? Rick ross did it , why cant they? Everyone’s dream is to go from rags through riches. Though i respect their dreams, I don't respect their way approaching their goals…” this went on for another hour. He finally gave up and seemed to be defeated. We talked some more about politics, our future, faith ...He asked me “Belinda, when did this world get so fucked up?” And I simply told him “The world’s always been like this, your eyes are just finally open.”

[blamblerose-blog-blog]

Man down, send backup

As humans we sometimes paint someone in our lives as a superhero. It may be our mothers, our fathers, a teacher or maybe even a friend. Children typically choose their parents. As children we tend to believe our parents are always right and they are invinsible. In my case it was different, I thought a good friend of mine was a superhero.

She was is the strongest person I have met. She has this way of approaching her conflicts that I applauded. There wasn’t any obstacle in life that served as too hard for her to jump over. Besides having such amazing qualities, she’s an incredible friend. Although we didn’t attend the same school I knew she was only a phone call away for whatever it may be that I needed.

What happens when our super hero fall and lose their cape? Most kids get to experience this when they grow up and gradually grow to realize their parent’s flaws and mistakes. This might be the leading cause of broken relationships at home, between the child and its guardian. Putting too much expectation on someone only for them to come up short.

Four days ago my friend came to me with a problem. It was something she said she’s been dealing with since we’ve met. I had no idea, to be honest the whole conversation took me by surprise. I’ve been on the battlefield fighting with someone side by side. The strongest soldier there is out there. Only to find out she’s been wounded all this time and she had hidden it and kept me in the dark. My friend was the soldier, sadly she was bleeding- badly. She was drowning in a pool full of blood and I was helpless; there was nothing I could do to help. I hated that feeling. Not being able to help someone’s whose been “covering” me for a long time now. She’s found herself backed up in a corner, bleeding to the death and I’ve run out of bullets or something. More than anything I want to help, give her a hand one more time. But I can’t. That’s the best way I could explain it.

Her burden became my burden. It has been the worst burden I had to carry on my shoulders . Knowing myself I know I won’t be able to relieve myself until I find a solution. However there’s no solution. Its something she suffers from internally. She has to face this one on her own. Sending her the “I can’t help you” text killed me a little inside. I saw her two days after. Surprisingly she was happy. Infact too happy. She claims she’s doing alright but I know it’s not true. She’s only saying that to make me feel better or maybe to convince herself that she’s okay.

As we rode the train going back home from the city I made her laugh. She rested her head on my shoulders as she filled the crowded train with her laughter. Right then in there I wanted all of her worries and pain to pass and transfer to me. I wanted her to laugh forever, I wouldn’t mind carrying it all for her. I knew that was nowhere near possible. We were still on the battlefield, fighting through life. She’s wounded right now and I can’t get to her. But she’s very strong. Deep down I hope she won’t make me say the two deadly words no soldier wants to say. “Man down”

[blamblerose-blog-blog]

July 6, 2012

Think about the world. I mean like the universe. Think about how big it is. Think as if you were standing on a planet light-years away from Earth. Think about how small you look. Then think about why you aren’t confident. You will realize that the world is just too big to not be confident. You will see that wow, humans are like nothing. Think about it, we’re all small people like ants compared to what other things in nature are. You will start to realized that you have to do something in this world so people will remember you. You have to do something that makes you different from the other people in the world. Then you will start to feel confident. You will start to realize that the world isn’t centered around you. You have to be confident and do things for yourself and the people you care about in order to be something. Think like this and I guarantee you will start to feel better. Just remember, how many people in the world know you. It’s just a fraction of the total population. We are just small people. Everyone is the same. Everyone is equal. You will realize this and see that it doesn’t matter if someone has a six pack and is muscular. It doesn’t matter if a girl is smoking hot. You will see a person as a person, not someone better than you. It’s all how you think. If you think you are better than someone, than you will believe that. If you believe in yourself and think that you’re just as cool, if not cooler than the other person you think is cooler, you will start to feel more confident. Believe in yourself. Every human is a human. Doesn’t matter who it is. So just keep that in mind when you’re having trouble. I guarantee you will start to worry less about this. Just get these negative thoughts out of your mind and you’ll be good.

[blamblerose-blog-blog]

Whenever I listen to this song I can't help but reminisce on last summer. I had the one of the most amazing days ever . It started out with me waking up in my older brother's tiny car; Surrounded by coffee cups from burger King, fries on my stomach, and Tyson's [my older brother] jacket on top of me because I used it as a blanket. I was awoken by Tyson and Alex's annoying voice. We've been driving all day and it seemed like the day would never end. Around 6pm I gave up all hopes and turned the back seats into my very own personal bed. Of course Alex being the annoying pain that he was kept tapping my leg every few minutes just to wake me up. Alex was like the annoying brother Satan personally designed and delivered to me. We were the same age, in the same grade and he was really close with my family. Now because of this, the other kids often teased us. We were both the youngest among our group of friends and we were the only two who couldn't drive. They often joked about us being a couple, admittedly we sometimes act like it, but there was really nothing to it. It was 8 PM when I woke up. Although I was very tired, I argued that the night was still young. After all it was summer, we had a car and lots of fries and coffee in the car. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing for us at "home". The streets was our "home" for the night. We called our friend "Fatty" who eagerly agreed to meet up with us. Fatty's real name was Jonathan. However he was a bit overweight back in the days so the guys busted his balls by calling him fatty. Fast forward a few years later the nickname is stuck to him like his shadow. Even adults addressed him as fatty. He never minded nor complained one bit. It feels weird calling him Jonathan to be honest. I've known Fatty for about seven years. He played soccer with my two brothers every single day. My mom left my brothers in charge of baby sitting me seven years ago. I was about eleven. Instead of staying home, my brothers dragged me everywhere they went. Guess who watched every soccer game that summer? We met up with Fatty around 9. As we drove, we sang along to some songs. The volume was on full blast, the windows were up, all three of us were free. We were free to be ourselves, there wasn't any judgement in the car. That's one of the things I admired. We sang and sang as we roamed the streets of New York . When we arrived at Fatty's house he was sitting In his new car with his windows rolled down. He had the biggest grin on his face. I'll never forget it. He looked like the happiest guy in the world for a second there. It was no surprise that fatty was smiling, he was a jolly guy in general. Being around fatty made me happy. Infact, I can't recall ever seeing him mad. He was mature and wise beyond his years. Fatty's grin came from the satisfaction of buying a new car. If there's one thing fatty loved is cars. He tries his best to change his wheels every year. Every year it's always more expensive and he always says "this is the one guys." However, it's never the one. His love for cars reminds me of a suburban girl going away to college. Every year during the holidays she brings a guy home and claims "he is the one." The guys admired Fatty's car for a bit while I texted away on my phone. I've never seen them so happy. I don't understand boys and cars. Fatty bragged that his car was faster than tyson's and of course tyson dismissed that assumption. They decided to race. It was nothing new, they always race. I've been in more street races than I could admit. The finish line was this restaurant Alex had been nagging us about going to throughout the whole day. Alex's love for food is equivalent to Fatty's love for cars. Alex is always eating. He eats everything. Lucky for him, my mother owns a restaurant. Almost every time we all hang out, we always make a quick stop there. Alex always makes my mom feel special, whenever he ears her food, he says the same thing. "I could eat this all day, if Belinda cooked like this I'd marry her I swear. " I switched my ride and decided to travel with Fatty. Alex stayed with Tyson. Fatty's new car was black and gold in the inside. It was beautiful. I remember telling him "you're selling me this baby when I get my license dude." he chuckled a bit while switching the gear and said "you'll never get your license, both you and alex" "shuttup, you didn't have your license at my age." Fatty looked at me and smiled. I admired his smile. His smile has the ability to change anyone's mood. He had innocence and sincerity written all over him. I ponder if he knew how powerful his energy and smile was. He had an honest smile, and everyone could see it. "Yeah but I knew how to drive B. " fatty said as he unparked his car. Before I could make a quirky remark my phone ringed. It was Alex. He was talking smack on the phone about winning the race. We came to the agreement that the losers will buy the food. Fatty and I won that race. It was an easy win. To be honest it wasn't a fair race. Tyson was going to win, however when we reached junction he spotted a cop car. The rules of racing is, both drivers must slow down if we come across a cop car. Fatty didn't stop then later we both lied about not seeing the car at all. We got our food around 10:30 PM. We decided our next destination should be queens. There's this park there that's always isolated. We play basketball there almost regularly. We met up with some friends there and played basketball. Everyone was there. My sister, my cousins, their girlfriends, their girlfriend's friends etc. We were all connected somehow. The park was filled with our laughters and jokes. Everything seemed perfect at that moment. We left the park around 3am. Everybody went home. However, Fatty, Alex, Tyson and I felt there was more to do. To our dismay everything was closed. The only thing that was open was the gas stations. We decided to go wash the cars. Which seemed liked a foolish idea to me, but whatever, as long as I didn't get to go home. It takes only 20 minutes to wash two cars. However it took us about 2 hours. We talked, and laughed as we washed the cars. We played with the waters and we listened and sang along to songs. We all shed a few tears that morning. Tears of laughter. While Fatty and Tyson stayed to wash the cars, Alex and I isolated ourselves and slowly migrated to the adjacent Street. There was a dealer shop there. We looked at cars and acted like we were millionaires. Which is sort of ironic because this song is called "millionaires. " "When I'm rich, I'll buy you this car. " Alex said while pointing to a small sports car. " Because I know you like Grey and it's simple, just like you like. " Alex knows me better than any other guy. Our friendship is odd and hard to explain. In the surface we appear like the perfect couple, but we both know that's not true. We fight like a married couple but we makeup like brothers and sisters five minutes later. I can read him. I can guess what Alex is going to say before he says it. We talked some more as we walked further and further away from the gas station. We talked about the future, we teased each other, we danced, we sang. It felt like we were walking for hours. At the end we drove Alex back home and Fatty drove home. Tyson and I decided it was time to get some rest. He looked at me through the review mirror and said "Gimme, some script, you're slacking. " My brother will kill me if he reads this. He fell in love with my favorite band. I listen to" the script" more than anything. Everyone in my house grew to love them too. After all, they had no choice in the matter. I connected my phone to the car's speaker and we started blasting the script. Tyson tapped his stirring wheel as he drove. He sang along with me. Surprisingly, he knew every word to most songs. I was impressed. When "talk you down" came on, he put the volume higher and sang as loud as he could. At that moment he was experiencing the same thing Danny [the lead singer] was going through when he wrote that song. I Stopped singing, but Tyson kept going. We got home at 5am. We went to our separate rooms and I don't know about him, but after a few minutes I was knocked out. I had the best sleep, I knew I was going to have another day like that pretty soon. Before falling asleep I got a text from Alex that said "When I'm a millionaire, Ill really buy you that car."