I had a REALLY good day today.
i bought a quadruple venti white mocha for starters. mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
then i went to band, and played awesome music. and i kicked ass, and playedd two parts at once. And did some scale theory. it was a really good class.
and then I had english, and we got very little done today, except organized our group for oral presentations coming up. some highlighting, and some story analyzing.
and then i had lunch with my two best friends. I REALLY like them. they are so good to me, and so nice, and i really am just lucky to have friends like them. Hurray Erin and Rochelle.
Next was photo, and I got SO much done. and a VERY succesful project done. holy man is it turning out cool.
Bio we got more notes on the vagayjay. enough said.
and i rode the bus home with my good friend Dacs. And then I went shopping with my dad for new shoes for greece.
I got 2 new pairs of shoes, and 2 tacos immediately following the shoe experience.
and now i am SOOOOO tired. Bed. it calls me. and i am listening.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
To Junior High
Grade 7 seems like it was forever ago. But recently, I have thought alot about things that happened that year. I have 3 major friends, who have different parts on my life to this day.
1.The friend who still smiles at me in the hall, even though we haven't spoken in years.
My first best friend at Vic was Jessica Grudzinski. Who couldn't say her last name because she wore this retainer that made it impossible for her to speak without being cute. We met in mrs. camerons grade 7 science class. She and I would eat lunch together, when boys decided to be silly. She passes me in the hallways sometimes now that we have grown up, and I see her all grown up.Its weird to see people you've known for a long time grow up. You remember the "little" them, and it seems natural that they will always be that person, even as you are growing up, like time has stopped because you dont see them.Their life is on pause when mine isnt. I see her walk with her boyfriend who I've also known forever. And she smiles at me. And that makes me so happy. We don't talk anymore, but we smile. And her smile means the world to me sometimes. To know that I shared a really big part of my life with her, and we moved on, and grew apart, but we smile passing by one another, as if reminiscing about the times from the past. Remembering.
2. The friend who moved away and comes to visit
Another one of my best friends in junior high was Joey Taverner. We had a lot of classes together throughout the years. He played clarinet in band for a few years, across from me playing the flute. We took math together, in ms, cherneshinko's tiny classroom. And then we decided to date, because we were already best friends. That worked out ok for a while, and then we decided to just be friends again. And unlike every other circumstance I've ever heard of, we were friends again afterwards. We grew apart later on through junior high, but I will never forget the times we did share. He moved away, to BC a few years ago. And it was pretty sad. I lost touch with him, through distance and different friends, and life. Life happened. He comes back to spend a few days here every once in a while, when he can catch a ride here. I have very mixed feelings about it. I am ecsatic to see my old friend, who has grown up, all handsome and big. But at the same time, I feel a pang of heart wrenching sadness to know how much time has grown in between us. He came back today. And I got my big embrace. We spoke about school, and about life here and there, and I realized how much life has grown in between us. I miss him alot. And its hard to say that to a friend that's just passing by, how much I REALLY miss him. We've grown up. And grown apart.
3. The friend who passes me by, day after day, and not even a nod accknowledging my existance as a human being.
Natalie Foremsky was my third best friend in junior high. We went through the torturous Waldie's social class, and pj parties in gym class. The simple joys of being a preteen, like sleepovers, and summer water fights and birthday parties. She has changed so much, and yet so little at the same time. She has grown into a BEAUTIFUL woman. Not that she wasn't pretty before, but she has really grown into herself. While still reminding me of the old Nat Archibald I remember. I literally pass her sitting at her locker everday with her friends, and I dont get a single glance back. I smile occasionally, knowing there won't be a response. Dear natalie, I know you see me. And I miss you. Do you still smile? Because the little girl I remember was always smiling.
So i guess the moral of this post is that I have learned that we all grow up. Whether we want to or not. And we deal with it differently. Some of us politely acknowledge what used to be, some of us visit the past when we can, and some of us cut out evidence of anything that existed. Its weird.
"But who am I to say you know me, I dont know anything at all."
1.The friend who still smiles at me in the hall, even though we haven't spoken in years.
My first best friend at Vic was Jessica Grudzinski. Who couldn't say her last name because she wore this retainer that made it impossible for her to speak without being cute. We met in mrs. camerons grade 7 science class. She and I would eat lunch together, when boys decided to be silly. She passes me in the hallways sometimes now that we have grown up, and I see her all grown up.Its weird to see people you've known for a long time grow up. You remember the "little" them, and it seems natural that they will always be that person, even as you are growing up, like time has stopped because you dont see them.Their life is on pause when mine isnt. I see her walk with her boyfriend who I've also known forever. And she smiles at me. And that makes me so happy. We don't talk anymore, but we smile. And her smile means the world to me sometimes. To know that I shared a really big part of my life with her, and we moved on, and grew apart, but we smile passing by one another, as if reminiscing about the times from the past. Remembering.
2. The friend who moved away and comes to visit
Another one of my best friends in junior high was Joey Taverner. We had a lot of classes together throughout the years. He played clarinet in band for a few years, across from me playing the flute. We took math together, in ms, cherneshinko's tiny classroom. And then we decided to date, because we were already best friends. That worked out ok for a while, and then we decided to just be friends again. And unlike every other circumstance I've ever heard of, we were friends again afterwards. We grew apart later on through junior high, but I will never forget the times we did share. He moved away, to BC a few years ago. And it was pretty sad. I lost touch with him, through distance and different friends, and life. Life happened. He comes back to spend a few days here every once in a while, when he can catch a ride here. I have very mixed feelings about it. I am ecsatic to see my old friend, who has grown up, all handsome and big. But at the same time, I feel a pang of heart wrenching sadness to know how much time has grown in between us. He came back today. And I got my big embrace. We spoke about school, and about life here and there, and I realized how much life has grown in between us. I miss him alot. And its hard to say that to a friend that's just passing by, how much I REALLY miss him. We've grown up. And grown apart.
3. The friend who passes me by, day after day, and not even a nod accknowledging my existance as a human being.
Natalie Foremsky was my third best friend in junior high. We went through the torturous Waldie's social class, and pj parties in gym class. The simple joys of being a preteen, like sleepovers, and summer water fights and birthday parties. She has changed so much, and yet so little at the same time. She has grown into a BEAUTIFUL woman. Not that she wasn't pretty before, but she has really grown into herself. While still reminding me of the old Nat Archibald I remember. I literally pass her sitting at her locker everday with her friends, and I dont get a single glance back. I smile occasionally, knowing there won't be a response. Dear natalie, I know you see me. And I miss you. Do you still smile? Because the little girl I remember was always smiling.
So i guess the moral of this post is that I have learned that we all grow up. Whether we want to or not. And we deal with it differently. Some of us politely acknowledge what used to be, some of us visit the past when we can, and some of us cut out evidence of anything that existed. Its weird.
"But who am I to say you know me, I dont know anything at all."
Saturday, March 7, 2009
The perma-friend.
I am the friend.
I think its what I am good at. Not being the girly girl, that all the silly boys fall for. But the friend that they just like being friends with. Hurray for being the friend.
And not really a hurray. A dear-world-you-suck.
I think its what I am good at. Not being the girly girl, that all the silly boys fall for. But the friend that they just like being friends with. Hurray for being the friend.
And not really a hurray. A dear-world-you-suck.
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