Hawaii, a Death and a Wedding. Seriously.

Hawaii

So I just got back from Hawaii, the best freakin trip I've ever had. It was amazing and beautiful. The parties, surfing and people were so much fun I miss it desperately. Especially compared to the concrete wasteland that is LA.

I miss Joey most of all though. Being the oldest friend I know, we got to reminisce about all the trouble we got in together as kids. And 7 years is a long time not to see or really even talk to someone so we had a lot to talk about. An ex-girlfriend (that really threw me) of his really hurt him and for a while he screwed up in school, but now he is doing well and working at a small clothing store. Realized he was bi after meeting a guy where he worked and they went out for a while. Doing well in school and such so to me it sounded like his life was really coming together, which I was happy about.

Then I had to tell him about all the stuff about me: thrown out of the house by my parents for partying, living with two good friends, a recording contract and bipolar. But everything was coming together with me too so it was fine. Anyway, we made plans that he would come out to see me in a few weeks so it's all good.

Death

Stephan's father died. A drunk driver hit him Tuesday morning on the way to work and he died on route to the hospital. It made me think for a while. If my own father died, my life would really not be any different. When I had that thought I wished it was my father. That's sad but honestly though, I have absolutely no relationship with my dad, while Stephan and his dad were incredibly close. I lived with his family after my own kicked me out and they tried to make me feel as welcome as possible in such a crappy situation. To have his father go is just unfair.

I'm not used to comforting people. I'm not really good at it. I'm just usually not the one who does it. Usually, Stephan is making me feel better when I'm depressed or whatever; it's him taking care of me. It almost always is. Of the two of us, I'm the one who is screwing up or whatever and he's there to help. And now he needs my help, and I was not quite sure what to do/say. I didn't want to be patronizing or condescending so I just made sure he knew I'm totally there for him when he needs it. That's the kind of thing he'd do for me. If I was depressed and curled up in a ball on my bed, he'd get in bed and just hang out, like read a book or something. Not really say anything, he'd just be near me so I'd know he's there for me and is ready when I am. I figure it's my turn now.

Wedding

Tina's getting married! Tina is a good friend of mine who I've known for a few years. We worked together in some god forsaken restaurant. Craig, her boyfriend-of-two-years-turned-fianc