I'm everywhere that you go...
We're going to play catch up. Just a warning.
Going backwards apparently, since this bit will be the shortest. My dream tonight! Starring Gabe Saporta (FML). This time there were no concentration camps, zombies or like, stuck elevators. For once, a famous person did not create my nightmare.
I remember bits and pieces. I know we were at his house, except his Mom lives there too so maybe he lives with his parents? I don't know. I don't think I knew him like, at all, we'd just met or something. When he needed my phone number I told him it was my Dad's house and he wrote something really fuckin' cryptic and weird that made sense at the time but it doesn't anymore in his phone for it. It was like, something about him being the largest finger to like, represent testing the waters so basically like, he'd need approval to talk to me from my Dad, and then finished the huge sentence with something about me being worth it because I'm awesome except again, cryptic and fuckin' weird. Moving on. We were in his room [shitty futon bed?] and he was turning off the tv (...he was oddly childlike. kthx) when his mom passed and said something about doing something for his dad and that was right before I left, basically. We sat and talked though, not that I remember about what. I started crying at some point? I also vaguely remember it raining outside. Wtf, my dreams. FMLFML. Maybe it's let's confuse/taunt Caitlin day and I didn't realize.
Next, my day! \0/
Before we jump into that let me just say, I think I'm sick? :\ I keep burping and it's got this gross taste and makes my stomach feel funny and hai, if I have a stomach virus? UGH.
Oh, so now I sneeze. Fail.
So, onward to my day...well, yesterday now. I didn't actually go to sleep til about 7 o'clock in the morning because I couldn't/wanted to fix my schedule after a while. So I wrote little tidbits of different versions of fic. What I ended up with? Nothing of interested, a couple of AU and crack!fic ideas that I can't work floating in my head and a couple paragraphs [some unrelated to one another] that I don't know what to do with. I'm going to try again later. So anyway, passed out at 7:30-ish even though I knew Ellen would get out of their breakfast fundraiser at like...10:30. She called and I ignored it until like, 1:30. We had a bit more awkward, stumbly conversation on the phone and then she came and got me (driving, lawl). We decided on the Main St cafe since we used to go there like, every week. As soon as the waiter came over and was handing over menus she stopped him and we were like "We already know." and she ordered us a basket of fries and two waters. Our usually. (lolololol omfg, I felt cool)
We talked about Abby and her baby (I saw a picture and okay, maybe I'm a sucker, but it was cute, you know?) and how Ellen things it's going. She says he's a good guy and Abby is doing well, that she's probably really ready for this, (as ready as anyone CAN be) and that's sort of really comforting.
A lot of our converstion tonight was filled with "Do you remember when..." bits where we just went off on stories about all those years ago when the group of us were inseparable. We talked about college some and she told me I totally need to come stay at her dorm when she's out there (ohai massachusetts, I can has you?) and I told her about how epic CCMT is, I guess. We ended up talking about what happened between then - when we stopped talking - and now and it was long and complicated and I couldn't stop laughing. She told me I was strong or level-headed and all this stuff and all I could think was "or crazy". Then it got sort of awkward for a whole of like two minutes where I was like "Sorry I don't remember what the fuck I did. I'm sure it was bad though, so sorry." and we both laughed awkwardly and sort of moved on.
I grabbed a sugar packet before we left, just like we always used to, and we went to Ellen's house. Murph saw me and smiles, seemed pretty genuine when he said "Hey, it's nice to see you!" and it made me want to cry a little. If he does think less of me, I feel pretty shit about that. They very nearly like, adopted me. I had my own chair at the dinner table that was labeled as my chair basically and they offered their home to me when Mom was being unbarable. (Looking back on the rough times I went through with Ellen around makes me both said and ecstatic. I could probably talk about each and every memory for hours at a time, really.) Shea, her sister, is almost 7 now I think (she has our birthday, Cindy! :]) and that's insane to me. She's so big! We watched the video from Ellen's birthday in 8th grade and Shea was only what? 2? She was ADORABLE (still is I do suppose, just saying). And then the video of pre-8th grade dance. Oh god, and shipoopi. We were going to watch "The Music Man" but then we realized it was the recording from channel 3 when we went there and me and Ellen both were like "NONONONONONO *switches off*"
So then we decided on a walk. We went down toward the park by Arts In Motion because obviously, we had a couple Arts In Motion classes there and we even met near there after I got back from Tennessee. when my grandma passed away (she gave me puppy for that trip. I was so grateful, he never left my side. Now I have MY puppy, that's sort of funny)
We were looping up and heading toward Cindy's when Jacob drove passed. He turned around and picked us up (although I sort of liked walking in the drizzle) and we went to his house. His toe was bleeding from running too much because he apparently referee's soccor for money, and that was gross. Duncan wasn't there because he was out with Jacob's parents and they wouldn't be back for quite some time.
So we talked plenty more. They told me about the incident with Duncan and Ellen and a scooter where they both ended up in the hospital. All I could think was that if I'd been around I probably would've been bawling in the waiting room like a pansy. Then Jacob got hungry so he decided he was going to make rice. We went into the kitchen and as I was walking in (by the way, their house brings back about a million memories. I felt like, ridiculously stupid being like "Hey remember this time!" all the time but it was fun) Jacob goes into the doorway and is like "where'd the butter go? the butter is missing!" and I couldn't help but like, gasp and fall into a fit of laughter. Then I went on to explain how butter has been forever ruined and neither of them knew who the hell All Time Low was (still going to write about the concert, I swear!). He asked if I could eat things that used melted butter if I didn't know it was in there. It old him yes, as long as I didn't have to watch it being made/make it, I guess. I was scowling at the pan.
We sat and had tea and some of Jacob's rice and listened to Say Anything for a while. It was strange, almost automatically, when I got in the car and heard what was playing on Ellen's ipod we started talking about bands. The Format she knows about and enjoys, I told them both about Empires and Razia's Shadow when we were talking about plays. It sounds like Jacob and Ellen sort of love Say Anything and we had a grand discussion about that too (Punk Goes Crunk too), and then when Ellen was talking about seeing a Grateful Dead coverband. It was weird how we could just jump right back in with music. I was like, amazed by the shit we still had in common. (talked about my hippy friends, lolol) We talked about movies too, they hadn't seen Stay yet. We basically swapped some music and movie suggestions (and books when it comes to me. Chuck! \0/) and then geeked on several together. It was pretty fuckin' awesome.
Then Jacob downloaded Empires \0/ and Travis showed up (WHO HAS A BEARD FOR THE PLAY, WUT? Damn.) and then Lena showed up (their exchange student. I'm probably totally misspelling her name too. I do not know) and there was talk of straightening Jacob's hair so I offered up my straightener (which I forgot there) and we left again. This time, it was Travis's car since Ellen's was at home and Jacob's doesn't do well with weight apparently (shitty mini cooper is shitty). First thing I can think of to say once I'm in is "Is Travis a good driver?" and you can imagine my fright when both Lena and Ellen went all wide eyed and said "NO." Ellen went on to say, "You know how many times he's nearly killed himself?" and then Lena told her it's probably not a good idea to scare me like that. I buckled in.
We survived, but when I ran in to get the straightener and razia's they pulled over RETARDED and then I had to run (and Ellen had to fumble to unlock it) and we took off pretty fuckin' fast because he was blocking traffic because he just pulled in diagnal behind this huge truck outside my house. It was retarded. We survived though!
Back at the Freake's me and Ellen lounged on the couch while Lena and Jacob did their thing, straightening his hair. Travis watched Eddy Murphy and lurked Facebook. After his hair was down they combed it and parted it on the side so it matched Lena's hair, then he took it to another level. He broke out two Taken To The Sky shirts, one for both of them. Then, he used a towel and my hair tie and made himself boobs. He even went as far as to stuff a pillow in his pants (best picture ever. Travis undoing Jacob's pants with Jacob's head thrown back in what looks like ecstacy. Really, his balls HURT. :]) in the back of his pants. The sad thing is, when his ass was sticking out like WOAH all I could think was "BRENDINE!" and it just made it all the more hilarious. Then after about a million more pictures and just death by laughter, we were contemplating what else to do whilst playing with Jacob's hair. We talked about Disney movies. Me and Travis discussed The Jungle Book a little and I swooned over Aladdin and gleefully spoke of James And The Giant Peach. Then Jacob decided it was food time and they were planning what to make when I decided I was going to venture to Cindy's (I wasn't sure if it was possible or not but I figured I'd try). I gave hugs and gave Ellen like, two, before I took off. I spotted Cindy's mom's car so I just went home which was alright (I do miss my ipod though omfg. music! *grabby*), I liked the rain. Some kids were yelling behind me and I think they were attempting to make me look back by singing something at me (more like shouting) but all I heard was "Damn you walkin' FAST." and then warbling. I paid no mind. Good day was good, no douchebags.
Play opens May 15th and I'd totally love to go.
Overall, AMAZING day. And now I haven't the energy to begin my concert recap because that was long enough and I totally left shit out. I'll do that next. After I attempt writing drabble today. Wish me luck?