I'm alive?
So how do I begin?
I'll start by saying that I really did not drop off the face of the earth...it merely swallowed me whole and eventually spewed my remains. (How's that for some fabulous imagery!)
But life isn't that bad. The first semester is over, done with. I've finally improved my freestyle stroke technique so I no longer appear to be drowning in the pool. I'm done with all my college applications/interviews, and now I just have to sit and wait for the trickling mail. I've already been accepted to three colleges, so I know I won't be working at McDonalds for the rest of my life. My friends are awesome, as always. I am single and free to flirt with whomever I desire.
Yesterday night made me remember what it's like to be a stereotypical teenager on the verge of adulthood. I put on a nice dress with complimentary heels, swiped on some eye shadow and spritzed on some perfume. Guided by Map Quest, I drove to Vivian's house, where I made chocolate and mocha mousse for our make-do "fancy" dinner. The dinner was a success.
My "date", Dan, had even arrived with a nice suit on, to my surprise. I didn't really know how I should greet him, so I shook his hand. (Wow, I am awesome.) He didn't comment on my dress or how I looked, but I suppose it would have been awkward to do so after my ever-so-intimate handshake. I didn't need him to tell me that I looked good, anyway. ;D
Afterwards, we changed into more comfortable clothes and got busy...organizing ourselves into cars so we could go laser tagging! I piled into Dan's car with Vivian, Di, and Michael. Everytime we drove over a bump, I hit my head against the roof of the car. We had to always open the windows because we somehow made the windows all foggy. The music was blasting so loudly that I had to shout to the person next to me to be heard. We drove 20 miles over the speed limit so we had to watch out for cops. While I was sitting, mashed between two people, I saw flashes of tomorrow's local headlines: "5 Teens In Tiny Black Car Crash And Die Horribly". But I'm still alive to type this, so therefore I deem it to have been fun.
The place we went to was called "Laser Quest". The name of it alone reminded me of pale guys sitting in their mother's basement playing Dungeons and Dragons, but the building itself was even sketchier. I made a remark about how this was probably a scam meant to lure in teens and steal their kidneys. (That's actually a good idea...) The inside was just plain cheesy. The logo looked like it was designed in the 80s, and there were bulletins everywhere that had phrases like "Voyagers of Fun!" and "The Laser Clan" or whatever.
We each gave ourselves "code names": mine was "Gall Bladder". The guy doing the code names was like "wtf...okay...", and then he asked me how to spell "Gall".
The laser tag was so much fun. There was a maze inside that you could run around in, and I felt so stealthy and sneaky. We went for a second time, which was even better. We were grouped with another bunch of kids, so occasionally I'd shoot some random person I really had never met before in my life. This little kid, code named "Jelly Bean", kept shooting the crap out of me.
When it ended we got "score cards" to see how we did. I felt like it was the PSAT all over again, except this was much cooler. Some weird people tried to start a fight with Dan for using the name "Jack Bauer". Very interesting.
So I have come to this conclusion: being single ain't so bad, after all.
I'll start by saying that I really did not drop off the face of the earth...it merely swallowed me whole and eventually spewed my remains. (How's that for some fabulous imagery!)
But life isn't that bad. The first semester is over, done with. I've finally improved my freestyle stroke technique so I no longer appear to be drowning in the pool. I'm done with all my college applications/interviews, and now I just have to sit and wait for the trickling mail. I've already been accepted to three colleges, so I know I won't be working at McDonalds for the rest of my life. My friends are awesome, as always. I am single and free to flirt with whomever I desire.
Yesterday night made me remember what it's like to be a stereotypical teenager on the verge of adulthood. I put on a nice dress with complimentary heels, swiped on some eye shadow and spritzed on some perfume. Guided by Map Quest, I drove to Vivian's house, where I made chocolate and mocha mousse for our make-do "fancy" dinner. The dinner was a success.
My "date", Dan, had even arrived with a nice suit on, to my surprise. I didn't really know how I should greet him, so I shook his hand. (Wow, I am awesome.) He didn't comment on my dress or how I looked, but I suppose it would have been awkward to do so after my ever-so-intimate handshake. I didn't need him to tell me that I looked good, anyway. ;D
Afterwards, we changed into more comfortable clothes and got busy...organizing ourselves into cars so we could go laser tagging! I piled into Dan's car with Vivian, Di, and Michael. Everytime we drove over a bump, I hit my head against the roof of the car. We had to always open the windows because we somehow made the windows all foggy. The music was blasting so loudly that I had to shout to the person next to me to be heard. We drove 20 miles over the speed limit so we had to watch out for cops. While I was sitting, mashed between two people, I saw flashes of tomorrow's local headlines: "5 Teens In Tiny Black Car Crash And Die Horribly". But I'm still alive to type this, so therefore I deem it to have been fun.
The place we went to was called "Laser Quest". The name of it alone reminded me of pale guys sitting in their mother's basement playing Dungeons and Dragons, but the building itself was even sketchier. I made a remark about how this was probably a scam meant to lure in teens and steal their kidneys. (That's actually a good idea...) The inside was just plain cheesy. The logo looked like it was designed in the 80s, and there were bulletins everywhere that had phrases like "Voyagers of Fun!" and "The Laser Clan" or whatever.
We each gave ourselves "code names": mine was "Gall Bladder". The guy doing the code names was like "wtf...okay...", and then he asked me how to spell "Gall".
The laser tag was so much fun. There was a maze inside that you could run around in, and I felt so stealthy and sneaky. We went for a second time, which was even better. We were grouped with another bunch of kids, so occasionally I'd shoot some random person I really had never met before in my life. This little kid, code named "Jelly Bean", kept shooting the crap out of me.
When it ended we got "score cards" to see how we did. I felt like it was the PSAT all over again, except this was much cooler. Some weird people tried to start a fight with Dan for using the name "Jack Bauer". Very interesting.
So I have come to this conclusion: being single ain't so bad, after all.