oh hello september, i didn't see you come in

Happy September! I'm 3 days late, but I was busy celebrating the last weekend of Summer. Obviously it's technically not the last weekend, but I never really consider September a summer month (even though 21 days of it are.) The beginning of September means back to school, vacations coming to a hault and the weather cooling down.

Though today is Tuesday, and normally reserved for my grandma, Kyle asked me last night if I was interested in going to the C's first playoff game. Uh, yeah! I was beginning to feel bummed that I wasn't going to go to a single game this season. Kyle bought us tickets under the roof because the forecast is so very Vancouver.

I'm going to take this time to get all gushy. This past Saturday when Dave text me telling me Theo had to be taken to emergency (I'm not even going to get into details or I'll get upset) Randy was the first person I thought to call. So I did. I don't know what it is about his voice, but it always immediately calms me down. He knows the right things to say. I can't thank him enough for talking me through a crisis (again), getting me to stop crying (I did) and to start enjoying my weekend (I tried). And even though I said it to him half a dozen times already, I really am sorry for being a dramatic girl full of too many feelings that aren't ready to come out yet. And even though he said "no worries" I still feel like it's not okay. So here I am publicly admitting that I'm a huge idiot. Being in a weird, manipulative, destructive, confusing relationship for way too long was worth getting to meet one of the most amazing, wonderful, sweetest, genuine people I've ever, ever, ever met. After I was done being a complete weirdo spazz to him this weekend, I started thinking of every nice thing he's ever done for me (there's a lot), and I think it's about time I start paying them back (not because I have to, because I really, really want to). On the best friend scale, I'm really sucking at the moment. I'm normally really good at telling it how it is, but for some reason lately I just can't. He's basically the best. (If you're reading this, I hope your face is as red as ketchup chips.)

I now interrupt that gush session to say I'm really excited for September. Bring it on, autumn.