i'm in love with strangers--

Today I went to go see the movie Eagle Vs. Shark for a dollar.

I did other stuff too but that was probably the best. Besides walking around town and trying to find a place where I could buy a twelve pack of grape. But I didn't find a place. Nor did I find freezies so Wisconsin is kind of sucking it up.

But anyways, back to Eagle Vs. Shark.

Me and Casey were really early for the show so we just kinda went in and sat down, being the only ones in the little theater thing. Soon, five or so people came in together and I started to try and make conversation with them. I was being really kind of weird, I guess. 

Then more people came. The people who sat in front of us were really cool looking and I wanted to be friends with them but I'm really shy sometimes. I complemented one of the guys on his plugs at that was pretty much it. The movie was hilarious. One of the guys in front of me would always laugh the loudest & it made me really happy.

He probably won't ever think of random girl who sat behind him at the film but here I am, blogging about some stranger. I love strangers because in my mind they become someone really extremely neat. And if they stay strangers, like they usually do, I never have to find out what a true asshole they really are.

Maybe I'm bitter, thinking everyone will sort of let you down in the end. I mean, scratch the maybe, I must be. That's a really bitter, negative thing to say and to think.

I guess I approach people with low expectations so if someone even says hi to me they're already way cooler than I've lead myself to believe.

There was this stranger on the bridge across the river as well. Walking back from the disappointing gas stations, me and Casey saw a pile of ice, and not really thinking, I grabbed a handful and so did she.

I started running towards the bridge and we were both laughing. I told her we had to make it to the water. There was a guy coming towards us on the bridge and he was like, "Where are you going with that?" And we were like, "RIGHT HERE!" and chucked the ice in the water.

For some reason, I really liked him too. Usually when you're out alone and you see a group of people being stupid, you don't really mention it or even really look at them. I liked that he openly laughed at us. 

We went back for more ice and he was crossing the street. We ran up again past another huge group and no one said a thing.

On the way to go see the film our hands started to thaw out. You really appreciate how nice it feels not to have frozen hands when you have to carry piles of ice to dump in the river.

Sometimes you just have to carry ice to really appreciate how lucky you are.

And I think that sometimes you have to talk to strangers and try to make them your friends even if they turn out to all just be assholes in the end. By assholes I mean people who just look at you, I guess. People who aren't... I don't know. There aren't the words sometimes, at least not in my grasp at this particular moment in time. 

I'm glad that I've made friends with some of the strangers I've met and thought were cool. Its always nice when a stranger turns out to be just as neat as your imagination happens to be, even though its rare.

I guess though that if you ever take the chance and extend yourself out, you never get the chance to be let down. And if you never get that chance, you most certainly never get the chance to actually have a stranger follow through with your ideas of their awesomeness.

But on top of all that, even if a stranger does follow through, sometimes its not the same. In a sad sad sad way that I can't explain nor understand.

I've forgotten what I'm going on about here. 

Exhaustion.

Sometimes you just can't hold back the river.