Friendliest Friendliness Required

You ever notice how everyone classifies their friends into friends, best friends, acquaintances, family, lovers whatever etc... well I've noticed that there are even deeper subcategories within those. Seriously, like I've noticed that my best friends are the people that I hang out with and enjoy spending time with the most... obviously; however, I've found that only some of my best friends are the ones that I can cry in front of or flop down next to when I'm tired or feel like shit. This goes back to something I wrote about Aristotle around this time last year regarding his theory on useful friends and relationships versus a true friendship. When it comes down to it I think Aristotle combined with Erich Fromm's The Art of Loving perfectly describe relationships on all levels. That's just me though. But seriously, when you refer to A and B as your best friends you would expect them to be equal in nature, but they aren't. They are equal in the sense that you can talk to A about B and vice a versa, but you can't always go to B for a hug when you need it. You can however be blatantly honest and open with B but not with A. So here's the conundrum... who's the real best friend? Is there a real best friend or will both outlive their usefulness once a true best friend comes along. If I recall correctly (and I most likely don't) Aristotle said something along the lines of a true friendship entails never having to ask for help and never needing to suggest getting it. Everything is understood and the give and take is virtually non existent. They way I see it, according to Aristotle's definition, I've never had any friends and neither have you for that matter. So should I just consider myself friendless and go on living in this crazy world of usefulness vs. nonusefulness or should I tell Aristotle to go fuck himself because I believe that I do have real and true friends? 

I'll answer that question with a question for my friends: Why do you spend time with me? Is it because there is an unspoken bond or is it because I provide something you need such as directions, a ride, leadership, family, someone to lean on, a printer, a tv, a bodyguard, a laugh, an outlet...?

I'm a Toys R Us Kid!

Yet, I really need to grow up. It's terrible. I think I pretty much suck at life right now though, I'm not sure how much I'm supposed to rock at it at 18. I know I've done a lot of growing up over the past few years but there are a few things I just can't seem to get down. It's weird but I've always gotten along better with people several years older than me. I've always been able to talk to them more freely and I've found that their maturity compared to that of the people my age is quite refreshing. The only thing is that though I may want to be friends with these people, they don't have any interest in spending time with someone who isn't legally allowed to drink. It sucks. I mean, I totally get it, I don't really want to hang out with ten year olds and in some cases that is the age difference between me and the people I enjoy spending time with. I dunno. I just wish I was old enough for them to accept me because I know that half the time when we're talking they're wondering why on earth they're having this conversation with an 18 year old yet they continue because it's an intelligent insightful conversation that they are enjoying but at the end of the day they don't really want me around. I don't know what I'm trying to say. and I know that that sentence up there is jacked but I don't care. I guess it pretty much just sucks being 18 because the high schoolers are too young for you and everyone over 21 thinks you're too young for them. 

I HATE Airports

I HATE AIRPORTS!!!!!!!!!!!!
First thing's first: having a seven hour layover in the Newark Airport sucks ASS! phew... ok out of my system (NOT!) They won't let us into the presidents club because my dad isn't with us and apparently his lifetime membership that they gave him like twenty years ago doesn't apply to his immediate family unless he's present. Needless to say I had one of those moments where I visualize myself jumping the counter and smashing the attendant's face into the computer only to realize a half second later that I'd only imagined doing it and walk glumly down the stairs to join the rest of the common folk. Yes, it's a tangent and yes I'm aware my grammar went in all kinds of weird and incorrect directions but I've been up since well, for most of you, yesterday night so I really don't give a rat's ass about my grammar or lack thereof. I did just use thereof though so that's got to count for something. Scotland, all in all, was pretty awesome and no, I didn't blog everyday like I said I would. I also didn't include very much detail when i did blog because, let's face it, I suck at writing about places I visit. It's one of those "you had to be there" kind of things. I mean, things will happen during the day that I'm sure are going to be hilarious later and then when I sit down to write them I say to myself, "Well Fuck, that wasn't that funny after all."

So there you have it... I'm stuck in an airport with nothing interesting to do. I considered stealing one of the courtesy cart things but getting detained won't help to expedite my travel so... :P. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I just screamed a little bit inside. you really needed to know that I'm sure.

My thought process is slowing down meaning, I think, that my Starbucks frozen thingy that I'm pretty sure I stole from someone else is wearing off. Before you accuse me of petty theft and disown me I need to clarify that the lady handed me two drinks and shoved me out of the way so i just left. I only ordered an iced tea but I ended up with that and my frozen coffee thing so I drank them both to keep from keeling over and went on my hyperactive merry way. 8D
I also have some Scottish sugar cubes in my bag... I think I'll eat those and see what happens. For those of you that know me well, and those of you that don't, I'm bound to get into a wee bit of mischief now! Mwahahaha!

Toodles!

xoxo
E

This was meant for yesterday

You ever wake up in the morning and just feel good? I don't mean feel good because something happened the night before or because you know something is gonna happen today, but good for no apparent reason. You get up, eat your breakfast, whatever that may be (for me that's frozen waffles and I mean frozen!) and read the paper. Then, despite the random twinges in your neck, you get ready for work. You hop in your truck (or car :P) and roll down the window while you listen to a mix at full blast. You do some singing and even a little car dancing cuz hey, you feel good and who cares what they think. I don't get it, but why should I have to? I've felt extremely guilty the past couple days all because I wanted to see if a DIY (do it yourself) method of tattooing actually worked. I swear to god, I am never looking up any DIYs ever again because I'll be stupid enough to try them and then I'll have to live with the consequences. The thing is, I figured out how to give myself semi-permanent tattoos several years ago but they never lasted as long as I wanted. My mother would see them and roll her eyes but as long as they eventually disappeared she didn't care. Well, I thought maybe this would work in a similar fashion since my old method was quite similar, but that they'd last longer. I'm pretty sure it worked but now I don't know if it'll ever go away. It was pain free though and it's not swollen or anything bad so as far as that goes I'm good. I dunno. But seriously, DIYs are gonna kill me. Damn. That's a mood killer... that and sitting in an almost empty office because your boss decided to give himself the day off but had you come in anyway even though you can't do anything unless he's there!!! So stupid. Oh well, so it goes right? The way the cookie crumbles and whatnot? Stupid thing is staring me in the face, "Susan! Can I get a slice of cake in here please? I'm starving!"

Didn't really happen, though I wouldn't mind some cake right now... Speaking of food, that's one way I can justify my self-diagnosed OCD, well, other than the fact that I count my steps while running sprints at basketball practice, but I'll save that for a different day. I have pictures too. Actually, OCD would probably help explain why I had to see whether or not the tattoo thing worked; or maybe that's just an excuse. I'm feeling good again, like maybe today won't turn out to be boring as hell! OR maybe it will. I have no life, none at all. I can't wait to go to college next year.