I think that June 21st, 2011, was probably one of the best days of my life.
I woke up. And I worried about today's exam, bio. And then I went to the bus stop, joked with my friend for half an hour, got to school, saw everyone, and it just felt good and normal and happy. And yeah, then I spent forever taking a test. And I was one of the last people done, of course, 'cause I take my time. And I always want to remember the moment right when I raised my hand when my teacher just stopped the other proctor from checking my test because he wanted to do it himself--it made me laugh for no real reason. I'm gonna miss this year; I actually liked my teachers and they were actually good at their jobs.
And then I got picked up and went home and sat around for a bit, and listened to Moves Like Jagger around seventeen hundred times. Then my cousin called, because she wanted to go to the movies. We'd talked about it and it was half-off day so I thought, "What the hell?"
It's late, so I don't feel like listing all the things that happened to us that made this the best movie ever. I can't believe we haven't been kicked out of that theater yet, though. Also, they're going to own my soul by the end of summer. And you should never be ashamed to sit between your best friend and her cousin as they dance to "Ice Ice Baby" and occasionally sing along. NEVER BE ASHAMED~
Of course, once we finally left we had extra popcorn and thus had to feed the seagulls, who were rather happy about it. We were then harassed and insulted by the elderly and went to cousin's house, where we were hanging out and sang along to a large variety of songs whilst having fun with bubbles and being idiots. And more shit. I don't even write this for other people; I write it for myself~
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
The Year
Self,
Oh hell. You actually did it. 13.6666666666666666666666667 years of not failing at life, and you actually feel damn good for once. Remember the beginning of the year? Remember the beginning of eighth grade when you were so afraid of everything and had to make sure everything would be okay? But it turned out okay and--amazingly--you're coming out of this year on top. You have friends--not just the same people you've been clinging to since elementary school, but new friends. You've met people who you actually like, people you joke with and laugh with and just generally enjoy being around and people who you can actually be around going into the future, people you don't have to be false with.
Just thinking:
You and Ash. It's what, nine years now? The Game, losing it--that's our summary of this year. And yeah, she wants to go to high school so bad and yeah, she wants this year to end but you guys are doing so much better. And yeah, maybe next year you'll still survive. So maybe you're not best friends in the whole world and do everything together, but you're friends and you talk and you joke and you laugh.
You and Nicole. Two and a half years. This year, you spent more time in her homeroom this morning than you ever did in yours, and God only knows how many things you panicked over together. And Matt, always so sure that we were right--you laughed about that time after time. Best lab partner you've ever had, eh? Also the only lab partner you've ever had, but still. At least you have the faintest idea how a microscope works now.
You and S. A year and a half. Remember all your arguments? Remember 9-4-9-15-20? And then there's all your book arguments--because really, you still can't get why she sticks to Maximum Ride. 'Snot worth it, really. And all of her Stories--you know the ones. Wednesdays with her dad, horrid weekends with her grandparents, but you think they're all hilarious anyways.
You and Amy. Think about it--four and a half years. Four years, in a row, the two of you. The conversations you two have every day when she goes to science and you go to history, then later when you go to Spanish together, are one of the best parts of your day. Remember you, the first day of school? It was sort of sad, because you went through the day and there was no Amy--and there'd been an Amy since fifth grade when you two both got the same teacher and all the same classes--and then it was last period, and you found your desk and you looked across the room and hell, that was her, and you two laughed. And of course, she's never getting rid of you now. And hell, you're gonna be locker buddies for the next three years. At least, almost locker buddies. She's like five down. Good enough.
You and Rach. Just this year. And yeah, you complain but you don't mind her constant need to know that she has the answer to a history question right, and yeah, you find her anxiety sort of funny, but she's your friend. And, like I haven't said it enough, you joke and laugh and talk and it's just fun.
You and E. This year, too. Because gym wouldn't be the same otherwise. You argue and laugh and died attempting to run together, but it was a fun death. And you'll never look at school lunches the same way again.
You and A. Two years, but mostly this year. Hell, if it weren't for you two being shoved in the same study hall you'd both be so screwed right now. Remember math? Sometimes it was an impossible feat, it seems. And you know that you two are gonna spend all of this week doing Spanish homework together 'cause you're too lazy and procrastinate so you don't do it at home.
You and K. Just these past few months, lately. But you'll never forget your can opener, will you? And you'll never stop mocking her over Bert and her impossible-to-pronounce last name.
And they, Ave, made your year.
Oh hell. You actually did it. 13.6666666666666666666666667 years of not failing at life, and you actually feel damn good for once. Remember the beginning of the year? Remember the beginning of eighth grade when you were so afraid of everything and had to make sure everything would be okay? But it turned out okay and--amazingly--you're coming out of this year on top. You have friends--not just the same people you've been clinging to since elementary school, but new friends. You've met people who you actually like, people you joke with and laugh with and just generally enjoy being around and people who you can actually be around going into the future, people you don't have to be false with.
Just thinking:
You and Ash. It's what, nine years now? The Game, losing it--that's our summary of this year. And yeah, she wants to go to high school so bad and yeah, she wants this year to end but you guys are doing so much better. And yeah, maybe next year you'll still survive. So maybe you're not best friends in the whole world and do everything together, but you're friends and you talk and you joke and you laugh.
You and Nicole. Two and a half years. This year, you spent more time in her homeroom this morning than you ever did in yours, and God only knows how many things you panicked over together. And Matt, always so sure that we were right--you laughed about that time after time. Best lab partner you've ever had, eh? Also the only lab partner you've ever had, but still. At least you have the faintest idea how a microscope works now.
You and S. A year and a half. Remember all your arguments? Remember 9-4-9-15-20? And then there's all your book arguments--because really, you still can't get why she sticks to Maximum Ride. 'Snot worth it, really. And all of her Stories--you know the ones. Wednesdays with her dad, horrid weekends with her grandparents, but you think they're all hilarious anyways.
You and Amy. Think about it--four and a half years. Four years, in a row, the two of you. The conversations you two have every day when she goes to science and you go to history, then later when you go to Spanish together, are one of the best parts of your day. Remember you, the first day of school? It was sort of sad, because you went through the day and there was no Amy--and there'd been an Amy since fifth grade when you two both got the same teacher and all the same classes--and then it was last period, and you found your desk and you looked across the room and hell, that was her, and you two laughed. And of course, she's never getting rid of you now. And hell, you're gonna be locker buddies for the next three years. At least, almost locker buddies. She's like five down. Good enough.
You and Rach. Just this year. And yeah, you complain but you don't mind her constant need to know that she has the answer to a history question right, and yeah, you find her anxiety sort of funny, but she's your friend. And, like I haven't said it enough, you joke and laugh and talk and it's just fun.
You and E. This year, too. Because gym wouldn't be the same otherwise. You argue and laugh and died attempting to run together, but it was a fun death. And you'll never look at school lunches the same way again.
You and A. Two years, but mostly this year. Hell, if it weren't for you two being shoved in the same study hall you'd both be so screwed right now. Remember math? Sometimes it was an impossible feat, it seems. And you know that you two are gonna spend all of this week doing Spanish homework together 'cause you're too lazy and procrastinate so you don't do it at home.
You and K. Just these past few months, lately. But you'll never forget your can opener, will you? And you'll never stop mocking her over Bert and her impossible-to-pronounce last name.
And they, Ave, made your year.
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