Alright, so I'm in Edmonton doing a hardwood job, and I really dislike it here. It's so weird, the roads make absolutely no sense, and they spiral in so many directions. It's the weirdest place, and some parts are really grungy. I only like the downtown, because its the coolest fucking thing I've ever seen. But I seriously can't wait to go home C: Friday nights mean the drinkings tight and we're just gonna get nice and wasted, and like usual, I'll call that boy that I'm temporarily obsessed with him, or one of my closest friends, and babble to them about things they don't care about, and I don't even want to tell them. Yet luckily, last time, when I called one of my friends, I swear to god, he saved my life.