Last night, I went to the graduation of a good friend of mine's little sister. When I graduated, she was in 7th grade, and high school graduations make me feel old anyway. I mean, I graduated five years ago, but it seems like so much has happened in those five years. All of a sudden my friends are married and have babies, there was a girl there that I graduated with who was pregnant with what I think is her third child, and she's been married for almost five years. It's weird, but in a small town like the one I grew up I guess it's not that unusual to have a larger percent of people that get married young and start families while people are still in college. That particular pregnant high school classmate's husband, also a fellow class of 05-er, is in the military, so I kind of feel their life is in a fast forward mode that other people aren't.
ANYWAY, the friend which I was watching her sister graduate, I haven't seen this friend in four years, since she graduated from high school. In that time she's moved fourteen hours away, married a guy that I haven't met, but seems really amazing, and now she has a 4 month old daughter, whom I met yesterday, which honestly is why I went to the graduation.
After the graduation I walked around looking for our High School English Teacher, who, as usual took off the second he wasn't needed anymore and was home before we left the soccer field, because he @replied me on twitter before we got to Applebees. She, my friend, wanted High School English Teacher to met her daughter, but alas, since he has magical powers, he missed out. I was holding the baby and a different English Teacher came over to talk to us and in a mildly funny moment said. "Oh my God De Cooley is that your baby?" My brother is Facebook Friends with her, I feel my brother would relay this information to her if it was true. We also live in a small town, she would have known before I showed up at graduation with an infant, but anyway, I was like "nope it's her's." I enjoyed that moment, just for the look on that English teacher's face.
I went to Applebees with 3 friends after graduation, so that we could catch up with the friend we hadn't seen in years and talk about the silly stuff we always talked about, like "Life To-Do Lists," which include things like meeting the cast of Harry Potter, and telling better jokes; and life Not-To-Do lists, like being pregnant twins and stealing sperm from dead people to have zombie babies.
As you, blog reader, know, I tend to feel, especially lately after moving back home, that I don't have any, or many friends, last night, for the first time in a while I felt like I really did have people. They weren't people that I hung out with a lot in high school, in truth, I became better friends with one of these girls after high school, more to going to STF than anything, in another is really my little brother's friend, but sitting there eating and drinking lemonade and talking until they closed, I felt like I did back then, back when I knew I had friends and people to talk to.
My friend took the train back early this morning, but I do have a picture of her and her beautiful little daughter, and I've been promised daily text messages with pictures of the baby so I can watch her grow up from far away, but I know I'll get to see her during her sister's spring break next year, and if it's anything like last night was, it will be like no time has past, the way friendship should be.
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
today is awesome because I have the Sims 3 to make friends live next door to me in my video game world.
Books read: 32
Currently Reading: A Prayer for Owen Meany (needless to say: ReRead.)
Showing posts with label get the 12 year old out. Show all posts
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Saturday, June 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Oh manz
Today I'm going to try to be an adult all day. It's going to be hard.
I have a lot to catch up about, blog wise, not work wise, because I think we have covered that I don't really do anything at work anymore. Its not that I haven't done a lot, I just did it all in the first three weeks of my internship, and then had 7 weeks left.
This is why I'm going to try to be an adult today; I'm going to try to get Awkward Guy to go to STF tonight. I started being adult by not wearing a head band and tucking my Gryffindor neck less into my shirt. I'm also not going to roll my eyes when I talk or flip my hair like I'm 15 when I see him, or do that weird shuggy smile thing I do, cuz it looks stupid.
I tried not to do emo bangs, but they're getting long so I had to. I also wore big girl shoes, and I'm not sitting like an idiot in my chair. All of these things will convince him that I'm not actually a moron and go to the improv show. I thought about not wearing the "O" band but that's just silly. No one knows what that's about here. It could have intense personal meaning (so does). I also need to not talk like I'm 11.
Deanna, I know what you're thinking in your head, stop being retarded right now. Also stop being a creeper someone else is going to catch you.
I'm going to write a blog about tiredness and how funny it is and about this weekend, but not right now. Right now I'm trying to be excited about ice cream and think of a way to get Awkward Guy to STF without saying "there will be an ice cream social."
I also have to not listen to music that doesn't come directly from youtube. But its just so good. (WHAT DOES SANTA CLAUS DO FOR HALLOWEEN!!!)
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
today is awesome because: hopefully I'll have an answer for that later
I have a lot to catch up about, blog wise, not work wise, because I think we have covered that I don't really do anything at work anymore. Its not that I haven't done a lot, I just did it all in the first three weeks of my internship, and then had 7 weeks left.
This is why I'm going to try to be an adult today; I'm going to try to get Awkward Guy to go to STF tonight. I started being adult by not wearing a head band and tucking my Gryffindor neck less into my shirt. I'm also not going to roll my eyes when I talk or flip my hair like I'm 15 when I see him, or do that weird shuggy smile thing I do, cuz it looks stupid.
I tried not to do emo bangs, but they're getting long so I had to. I also wore big girl shoes, and I'm not sitting like an idiot in my chair. All of these things will convince him that I'm not actually a moron and go to the improv show. I thought about not wearing the "O" band but that's just silly. No one knows what that's about here. It could have intense personal meaning (so does). I also need to not talk like I'm 11.
Deanna, I know what you're thinking in your head, stop being retarded right now. Also stop being a creeper someone else is going to catch you.
I'm going to write a blog about tiredness and how funny it is and about this weekend, but not right now. Right now I'm trying to be excited about ice cream and think of a way to get Awkward Guy to STF without saying "there will be an ice cream social."
I also have to not listen to music that doesn't come directly from youtube. But its just so good. (WHAT DOES SANTA CLAUS DO FOR HALLOWEEN!!!)
AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY
today is awesome because: hopefully I'll have an answer for that later
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