thunderstorms...
i always get depressed when i go to the gym. i don't think it's supposed to work that way. i'm probably the only one who isn't motivated by the other people in there. i'm not really a competitive person, though, so i suppose i don't have that edge. i don't know. can't be right.
so we had a very interesting evening at 1507 raleigh drive last night. quite an evening. almost turned into a brawl, actually. one of our housemates has been extremely stressed by about a million things that are going on, and last night he just up and snapped. and i mean snapped like a dry twig. he lost it. he attacked brandon when he was trying to refill his milk because "he looked at him." i had been in brandon's room talking to him, so i ran out and separated them. brandon is a pretty scrappy guy so he was able to avoid most of the blows, and fortunately he didn't lose his temper or it would have been over for the other guy real quick. he and i went outside to walk around a bit and cool off, while our housemate's girlfriend took him for a long drive. happily, the other guy cooled down and came back and talked to us for a while and we've smoothed it over, but i'm still a little shaken about it. had the adrenaline pumping and everything. so, yeah, crazy night. and there's a reason this is a protected post. i'm not trying to bring down the guy--he's a great guy. we all get stressed, and he definitely has a lot going on, so for the few that know who i might be talking about, i beg you to keep mum entirely. that means you, katy. ;) best to forgive and forget, but i just wanted to share about a really crazy night. i was scared for my best friend, for goodness sake. and i was about to jump in there with him if we couldn't stop the other guy. definitely glad i didn't have to. as my previous paragraph states, i probably would have received quite a beating.
well, that's about all i have time for right now. i need to print the bulletins then i'm going to go back to my house and work on my secret hobby. :) take care, all.