i promise
i went over the theatre this morning to clean up backstage because i brought a lot of things and i just needed to organize. glad i got to talk to lexie too, this seperate rehearsal, of leads and ensemble, is getting to everyone. in no way was it even better for the show. i personally she just has an annoyance for the younger ones, and when i say younger i mean eleven and down, the director.
friday, we (lexie, christie, jake, me) were suppose to see shrek three. lexie decided it was too late and by the time we got to the the cinema we found out butchie wasn't working that night so we didn't want to pay for the tickets, especially their expense for just that night. we then decided to eat at blue comet instead, not damons, last time we went, christie found out chandra worked there (whole lying fiasco about her age and almost did something with her boyfriend, but before they got together) and the food sucked that night we went, i usually like their food. i got myself a blue comet special omelette and a chocolate shake and malt, i forget what they had. mevans was there and some other promers, funny because he always talk about how wonderful it is being at the comet at midnight. christie and i mostly talked about books, jake hates reading. we sang along to somewhat older hits, my favorite was drops of jupiter, it's a wonderful song, even the title makes me smile. we left and got into the car, christie's mom called and we were driving back to the theatre when she had her breakdown. she talked about her mom letting herself go these past four years, getting overweight, not working out, smoking in secret, not nice to the husband no more, never wanting to talk. they had a few arguements, she cried to her shoulders, like a growing tree, because in the morning you could see the refreshed look.
saturday my mom packed me shot glasses, little asian ones. yes, weird. so we had shots of sierra mist. extremely funny. i was almost the champion. jake and i tied. taylor and me though, that was the funniest, i bursted, literally. we both trinkled too. suessical is silly and dandy. first we went to wendies, jake drove to there a very strange way, we didn't know where he was going, so i yelled rape! and lexie, michelle and i screamed. it was funny, i was being too loud on the intercom. we ate in the lounge area of the theatre, lexie left quick, i was embarassed about the blueberry filling, i just don't feel as comfortable with certain things with joelle? i don't think she sees me as an older person though. michelle then left too. we each had a couch to ourselves and fell asleep for a bit, until 11:20 possibly. we then left. friday was 'christie night', jake called this night my night, i said it all. everything everything that bothered me, of having this distant love. how i feel like a settled elder, talking abour our day, a relationship of conversation and love, no sight, no simple touch of the hand, no living. i don't feel sixteen. i feel eighty and at the same time twelve, we talked until two in the morning again. we drove around and eventually parked in the theatre lot, opened up the sun screen and rested our seats back, calming me down. i didn't cry like that in the longest time, i needed it. i feel so fresh, so relieved, i know what i'm thinking. my feelings, it's the club. this night i didn't get in trouble, i made a fib. as i see it, i wasn't doing anything in the bad category.
josh and i had agreed on the open relationship, so i'm single in a way, because in those four years it would only be added all together a month of a real relationship. so we're going casual, we're going to be our age. if he lived here or if i lived there it would be completely different, but it isn't that way. this relationship isn't natural, therefore, not healthy and i want to grow, i want to make mistakes, i am sixteen. (seventeen in three weeks actually!)
sunday, jake asked me to put his eyeliner on while laying on the floor and katie was like, you're going to straddle him! and i was going to, but i did, it was funny she took a picture, i need her to send it to me, just because it was a good funny picture. upload it on photobucket i don't care, message it and i print dude. hmm, ryan came, we drove to steves afterwards. mr. barnett, habit, was spraying his plants with something scented. and amy was like woah are you spraying your bushes with cologne? and we just bursted out laughing and amy was like, what! i would spray my bush too. and oh god, she sadly had no idea, it was the best. jake had a fruit cooler, ! everyone was having them well, the moms and jake. the other guys had lagers. but you don't understand, this fruit stuff smelled like, amazing. we were swinging on this bench swing when ryan is all of the sudden "i'll be right back" and everyone leaves too. we find out they're playing man hunt, no one even asked us! so we were left with the older ones. this is where things start getting uncomfortable. mrs. ettinger and clint came over and sat in front of us, asking with no offence, are you two an item? and i said no. and people talked how cute we were for an hour and forty-five minutes. you don't understand, i don't like being talked about of stuff that isn't true, i'm having relationship problems and this, this seemed to trigger some sort of strange annoyance, jake saw it but no one else did so they kept talking about it. thankfully we left, ryan wanted to smoke so we went up to the community park. it was ten pm. i have this say, this was one of the best times i had, this and talking to jake, selfishly because it relieved me, but i'm sure christie felt the same friday. ryan had a pipe and some dark chocolate tabacco, jake had a hefty cigar. i have this strange fascination with smoking but i would never smoke regularly, i guess because it all seems dream-like, ryan told me to take one breath, dark chocolate, what can i say, i did. first 'puff', not illegal, i didn't purchase it and it was in his hand, so not even in my possession. they funniest part was, it wasn't even lit, but a whole bunch of smoke came out when i exhaled, that's because he had to light his pipe every ten minutes or so, it was mildly light, i guess you can say. we played on the seesaw, we kept seeing thunder so we got underneath the little treetop of the playground, squished and just talked, ryan said he was a bad person but i don't think he is. problems with his girlfriend, well technically ex. he knows what he did wrong, and i think for that conscience, he is not a bad person. i slided underneath them like a tunnel, they got me a few times and my knees are pretty bruised from teh tickling, i had a monster. we were also on the swings. a few people did come. i bet to them it looked like we had marijuana and i was drinking acohol, but nah, we're cooler than that. jake drove by the ettingers jokingly yelling "hey yanira, look at the stars! they're so pretty!" i put on cocoa butter lotion to hide the smell, my hair, couldn't do anything about it. my mom hugged me and she said smelled like a small darling. that was a funnie. so the truth about jake, now that everyone has gotten me to think about it, i never thought about it before, but if it weren't for the fact that he makes the age awkward and he only likes pretty girls, i would probably dig him. the end.
friday, we (lexie, christie, jake, me) were suppose to see shrek three. lexie decided it was too late and by the time we got to the the cinema we found out butchie wasn't working that night so we didn't want to pay for the tickets, especially their expense for just that night. we then decided to eat at blue comet instead, not damons, last time we went, christie found out chandra worked there (whole lying fiasco about her age and almost did something with her boyfriend, but before they got together) and the food sucked that night we went, i usually like their food. i got myself a blue comet special omelette and a chocolate shake and malt, i forget what they had. mevans was there and some other promers, funny because he always talk about how wonderful it is being at the comet at midnight. christie and i mostly talked about books, jake hates reading. we sang along to somewhat older hits, my favorite was drops of jupiter, it's a wonderful song, even the title makes me smile. we left and got into the car, christie's mom called and we were driving back to the theatre when she had her breakdown. she talked about her mom letting herself go these past four years, getting overweight, not working out, smoking in secret, not nice to the husband no more, never wanting to talk. they had a few arguements, she cried to her shoulders, like a growing tree, because in the morning you could see the refreshed look.
saturday my mom packed me shot glasses, little asian ones. yes, weird. so we had shots of sierra mist. extremely funny. i was almost the champion. jake and i tied. taylor and me though, that was the funniest, i bursted, literally. we both trinkled too. suessical is silly and dandy. first we went to wendies, jake drove to there a very strange way, we didn't know where he was going, so i yelled rape! and lexie, michelle and i screamed. it was funny, i was being too loud on the intercom. we ate in the lounge area of the theatre, lexie left quick, i was embarassed about the blueberry filling, i just don't feel as comfortable with certain things with joelle? i don't think she sees me as an older person though. michelle then left too. we each had a couch to ourselves and fell asleep for a bit, until 11:20 possibly. we then left. friday was 'christie night', jake called this night my night, i said it all. everything everything that bothered me, of having this distant love. how i feel like a settled elder, talking abour our day, a relationship of conversation and love, no sight, no simple touch of the hand, no living. i don't feel sixteen. i feel eighty and at the same time twelve, we talked until two in the morning again. we drove around and eventually parked in the theatre lot, opened up the sun screen and rested our seats back, calming me down. i didn't cry like that in the longest time, i needed it. i feel so fresh, so relieved, i know what i'm thinking. my feelings, it's the club. this night i didn't get in trouble, i made a fib. as i see it, i wasn't doing anything in the bad category.
josh and i had agreed on the open relationship, so i'm single in a way, because in those four years it would only be added all together a month of a real relationship. so we're going casual, we're going to be our age. if he lived here or if i lived there it would be completely different, but it isn't that way. this relationship isn't natural, therefore, not healthy and i want to grow, i want to make mistakes, i am sixteen. (seventeen in three weeks actually!)
sunday, jake asked me to put his eyeliner on while laying on the floor and katie was like, you're going to straddle him! and i was going to, but i did, it was funny she took a picture, i need her to send it to me, just because it was a good funny picture. upload it on photobucket i don't care, message it and i print dude. hmm, ryan came, we drove to steves afterwards. mr. barnett, habit, was spraying his plants with something scented. and amy was like woah are you spraying your bushes with cologne? and we just bursted out laughing and amy was like, what! i would spray my bush too. and oh god, she sadly had no idea, it was the best. jake had a fruit cooler, ! everyone was having them well, the moms and jake. the other guys had lagers. but you don't understand, this fruit stuff smelled like, amazing. we were swinging on this bench swing when ryan is all of the sudden "i'll be right back" and everyone leaves too. we find out they're playing man hunt, no one even asked us! so we were left with the older ones. this is where things start getting uncomfortable. mrs. ettinger and clint came over and sat in front of us, asking with no offence, are you two an item? and i said no. and people talked how cute we were for an hour and forty-five minutes. you don't understand, i don't like being talked about of stuff that isn't true, i'm having relationship problems and this, this seemed to trigger some sort of strange annoyance, jake saw it but no one else did so they kept talking about it. thankfully we left, ryan wanted to smoke so we went up to the community park. it was ten pm. i have this say, this was one of the best times i had, this and talking to jake, selfishly because it relieved me, but i'm sure christie felt the same friday. ryan had a pipe and some dark chocolate tabacco, jake had a hefty cigar. i have this strange fascination with smoking but i would never smoke regularly, i guess because it all seems dream-like, ryan told me to take one breath, dark chocolate, what can i say, i did. first 'puff', not illegal, i didn't purchase it and it was in his hand, so not even in my possession. they funniest part was, it wasn't even lit, but a whole bunch of smoke came out when i exhaled, that's because he had to light his pipe every ten minutes or so, it was mildly light, i guess you can say. we played on the seesaw, we kept seeing thunder so we got underneath the little treetop of the playground, squished and just talked, ryan said he was a bad person but i don't think he is. problems with his girlfriend, well technically ex. he knows what he did wrong, and i think for that conscience, he is not a bad person. i slided underneath them like a tunnel, they got me a few times and my knees are pretty bruised from teh tickling, i had a monster. we were also on the swings. a few people did come. i bet to them it looked like we had marijuana and i was drinking acohol, but nah, we're cooler than that. jake drove by the ettingers jokingly yelling "hey yanira, look at the stars! they're so pretty!" i put on cocoa butter lotion to hide the smell, my hair, couldn't do anything about it. my mom hugged me and she said smelled like a small darling. that was a funnie. so the truth about jake, now that everyone has gotten me to think about it, i never thought about it before, but if it weren't for the fact that he makes the age awkward and he only likes pretty girls, i would probably dig him. the end.