No more countdowns. This is life.

I'm going to cut to the point on this one, because I honestly didn't do anything all morning. Eventually my aunt told me to go out and find some kind of festivities because there's bound to be SOMETHING the day before Independence Day. I googled around and found out that the OKC Philharmonic was having a free concert in Bricktown. I left at about five and was approximately three hours early for the concert, so I asked some random dudes to point me in the direction of something interesting. I then went walking, saw some cool sculptures, but it was hot and i grew tired pretty quickly. I saw an ice cream place, either marble Slab or Cold Stone, I can't remember which, and went inside. It was lovely, all of that air conditioning and the cold treats. I hate the heat, I'd rather layer and wear jackets. So I ordered some black cherry ice cream, and went on about my day. Pretty quickly I came to the conclusion that there was no way I was going to be able to eat off of my ice cream, it just wasn't going to happen. I know this because I NEVER can finish my ice cream, I always share with somebody else. I'm a small girl, I don't eat that much. This lead to me moping around Bricktown being unhappy because I had almost a full cup of ice cream and I really didn't want ti eat it, but I kept forcing it down because I paid five dollars for it and there was no going back. So I walked, eating this ice cream, glaring at this ice cream, hating this ice cream more and more with every bite. Eventually, I sat down in the shade against a random building next to a parking lot and started crying. I had absolutely nobody within 1,000 miles(literally) to share ice cream with. my aunt doesn't even like ice cream so if she has been there, I would've been on my own. It really hit me that I was 110% alone. Eventually, the parking attendant came up to me and asked me if I was okay. I had stopped crying by then, but started again once I explained to him why I was upset in the first place. My ice cream, or what was left of it, was melted into pink sugary soup. He gave me a hug and I followed him towards the entrance to the parking lot so that he could actually do his job. I sat and talked with him for a while: His name was Matt, he is twenty nine, and had moved here from Las Vegas about a month ago. It's funny because my aunt was right: the only people that would branch out to be my friend are other people that aren't from here. He was cool I guess, but it was obvious we didn't have a lot in common. His main pastimes were drinking and taking his dog for walks. And also arguing with his grandmother apparently. My main pastimes are drawing/painting, reading, baking, and actually doing productive things with my life. Eventually, he was off of work and leaving, and I was ready to just give up and go home, so we parted ways. I didn't even stay for the concert. The massive crowd of people was too big for me to handle and I was hot from walking around in jeans all day. I went home and told my aunt everything. To make things happier, we went to IHOP and got some dinner at about ten. It was nice since we got to sit and talk about things and laugh about old stories etc. All in all, I learned today that I'm not as much of a loner as I thought I was. I need something, someone, SOME distraction to get me through July, I just don't know what.