2001-06-15 - 2:00 a.m.
Doobie-dibbideedoo...
Marissa and Clara graduated today. That was awesome. Apparently, Nicole had been pacing through the stands looking for us, making sure we were there to cheer. Unfortunately, there's no shade on a football field, so most of us were hanging out by some benches under a tree for a good part of the ceremony, trying desperately to damage a can of SillyString to the point that it would be shooting out in random directions in really weird, bizarre ways. We fuckin' failed miserably. Eventually, we heard the G's start, so we rushed out, waited for M, cheered and clapped and stuff, then wandered back to the shade. Half an alphabet later, we ran back, cheered for Clara, clapped and stuff, and went back to the shade. Then when it was all over, Billy and I assaulted Marissa and Clara with the remaining (functional) cans of sillystring. They weren't as pleased with this particular token of affection as we thought they'd be. Alas. They showed only mock anger, though.
Staggering coincidence, at the graduation, I ran into Christy. Christy is a friend I had study hall and ceramics with, back in high school. We got along really well, but never actually hung out after school. So I poked her shoulder to say hi. I was expecting an excited "Hi Alex!", maybe a quick hug, idle chat. Nothing more. However, as soon as she saw me, she shrieked/squeeked an 'ohmygawd!' leaped at me, threw her arms around me, and hugged me for like a full 10 seconds. Startled as I was, hugs like that are few and far in between in life, so I just hugged her back and grinned with the knowledge someone was really, really excited to see me.
David crashed at my house last night, since he lives in Thousand Oaks and all. He smokes cigars, likes anime, and was appreciative of my poetry and didge playing. All in all, a quality guest. Thinks I don't think highly of him, apparently. I think he's just paranoid of what the poeple in Marissa's life think of him. Seriously. The fact that Marissa's mom loves me doesn't help very much, either. The thing I keep trying to tell him is, if I was M's boyfriend, and HE was her friend, Marissa's mom would love him, and just kinda be weary (but polite) of me. It's all relative. It comes with the territory of having a girlfriend.
Clara leaves Saturday. Amber leaves tomorrow night. Dad is neck-breathing about calculus and jobs, and I need to get blood drawn to check thyroid levels and shit. I want to learn C++ before summer's out. None of the shell replacements I've tried really seem to do it for me. Where is my summer going?
I really think my life would be very so much simpler with a girlfriend. No, I take that back. It would be more complicated. BUT, if it was someone I really liked, and in times of great stress I could cuddle up to and hold like a really big teddy bear, for brief minutes of my day it could feel like there was nothing wrong in my life at all. And if I could take those perfect, euphoric moments and hold them in my mind, maybe the rest of the drudgery of Santa Barbara wouldn't feel like such a struggle for sanity.
Blorf.
-Alex
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