You'd think I'd learn, eh?
Heh, you know me, I never learn. (As you try desperately to figure out what I'm talking about, hehe.) Nah, it's nothing serious, don't worry. :P I'm only talking about the fact that I'm up at midnight-thirty again. Oh well, I'll just pay for it later, that's all. Anyway.
So Mom and I went overtown today. It was alright. She wanted to go to this Gem and Jewelry Expo-thing down at the Seahawks Exhibition Center. So I have to help her navigate downtown Seattle, which for some reason was crowded with people at noon...can't imagine why. ;o) But anyway, we got down there and it was kinda fun. I've never seen so many people in one place who are there for the sole purpose of looking at jewelry, lol. But oh well. I got a couple cool things, like this ring that has interlocking hearts (I'll show ya' a pic later) and this amazing bracelet that's silver inlaid with different shades of amber. It's gorgeous. There's really no way to describe it, but once again, I'll attempt to take a semi-decent picture of it tomorrow and post it. :P
Moving on. So on the way down there, we had to pass by Shoreline. Somebody please just knock me out the next time I have to go by there? I swear, it's really depressing even seeing the exit for it...the exit we used to always use, heh. Though I can't deny that I had the urge to ask my mom if we could run by the Shoreline Central Market. You know, see if I could see anyone else I used to know. (No hidden motives, honest!) Course it was really weird when I saw Phillip there that one time. He looks exactly the same as he did in third grade, lol.
For those of you who have never made a substantial move in your life, let me enlighten you. Once you move away from somewhere, and stay away for a long period of time, you can never go back. Oh sure, when you first move away, you're swearing up and down to everyone who will listen that you're going to move back the first chance you get. As soon as you finish high school, or maybe college. But then you get used to where you moved to...then end up loving it. You can't imagine living anywhere else. And you don't want to.
And thinking back on the places you used to live and the people you used to know...well, let's just say that that's quite a complicated emotion you're dealing with. Trust me, I've gone through it tons of times, and I still haven't figured it out. It's like all you want to do is to go back to those moments you had with them, and stay in those moments forever. But at the same time as you feel that longing, you feel this incredible dread. I dunno where it comes from, but it's there. You feel empty, bare. You think back on all the happy times you had, and it makes you want to just bawl your eyes out. I'm not kidding.
And then there's the wondering. You're always left wondering if the people you left even remember you. Did they care enough to even think about you every once in a while? Do they experience the same feelings of longing and sadness that you feel when you think of them? Of course not. When you leave, they just fill your place with some other friends they had. But you...you have to make all new friends. And trust me when I say that in each and every one of your new friends, you'll find part of your old ones.
Over time, as your friends are continually replaced with new ones, the oldest ones start to fade. You can barely even remember what they were like. Yes, you have the memories of things you did, but you can't remember much more than that. All you're left with is some old elementary school yearbook with a few signatures in it (if you're lucky).
And the sad thing (oh yes, sad) is that when I was in elementary school, I though I would be with those people forever. Yes, even then. It was a fact of life. We all grew up together, for the most part. Well, it seemed like we did. But I can remember so much. Like, I can remember how at Highland Terrace, everyone would always make fun of this guy named Michael Sherry. He was just deemed "weird," so nobody liked him. I remember playing kickball on one of the field days, and I knew for certain that I was going to kick that ball further than anyone else...course, I fouled it a few times, lol. Don't think I even made it to first base.
I remember going to the salmon hatchery in...second grade? And I remember having to sit with both Sam's on the bus. Sam Reid and Sam Kellet. Hah, and I had the biggest crush on Sam Reid. Dunno why. I remember going over to the classroom next to ours in third grade, since ours was a split class, so the third graders had to learn cursive with the other class. I remember having to put our arms in splints and fake casts at my daycare-thing I went to before and after school. She was trying to show us what it was like to be left with the hand that you normally wouldn't write with, heh. I remember being pissed at Bjorn all the time. He just plain annoyed me. I remember discovering that the real Cheerios weren't the Honey-Nut variety (which I hated), as I had previously thought.
But the very last thing I remember at all from my time at Highland Terrace...I guess you could say it was something special to me at the time. I had a friend, Mike Camp. I don't know if we were actually that close of friends, but I do remember feeling really protective of him (he's a year younger than me) and like our friendship was something special. Anyway, on the very last day of school, at the end of the day, he gave me a hug goodbye. I was leaving for Ellensburg that summer. His hug is the last thing I can remember from all that.
So guess what I did today? I emailed him through his MSN profile that I found. I know for a fact that it's him. Has to be. But I know that I probably won't get a response. Still, I wish he would, 'cause it would be great to say hi.
*sigh* I guess I'm gonna go busy myself before I worry my head off over it. Yeah, I know it's late, but I'm gonna watch a movie. I don't think I can sleep, so I need to busy my mind. Could read, but I don't have the brainpower for that at the moment. So I bid you all adieu. Later.
♥/always,
Trishkit
So Mom and I went overtown today. It was alright. She wanted to go to this Gem and Jewelry Expo-thing down at the Seahawks Exhibition Center. So I have to help her navigate downtown Seattle, which for some reason was crowded with people at noon...can't imagine why. ;o) But anyway, we got down there and it was kinda fun. I've never seen so many people in one place who are there for the sole purpose of looking at jewelry, lol. But oh well. I got a couple cool things, like this ring that has interlocking hearts (I'll show ya' a pic later) and this amazing bracelet that's silver inlaid with different shades of amber. It's gorgeous. There's really no way to describe it, but once again, I'll attempt to take a semi-decent picture of it tomorrow and post it. :P
Moving on. So on the way down there, we had to pass by Shoreline. Somebody please just knock me out the next time I have to go by there? I swear, it's really depressing even seeing the exit for it...the exit we used to always use, heh. Though I can't deny that I had the urge to ask my mom if we could run by the Shoreline Central Market. You know, see if I could see anyone else I used to know. (No hidden motives, honest!) Course it was really weird when I saw Phillip there that one time. He looks exactly the same as he did in third grade, lol.
For those of you who have never made a substantial move in your life, let me enlighten you. Once you move away from somewhere, and stay away for a long period of time, you can never go back. Oh sure, when you first move away, you're swearing up and down to everyone who will listen that you're going to move back the first chance you get. As soon as you finish high school, or maybe college. But then you get used to where you moved to...then end up loving it. You can't imagine living anywhere else. And you don't want to.
And thinking back on the places you used to live and the people you used to know...well, let's just say that that's quite a complicated emotion you're dealing with. Trust me, I've gone through it tons of times, and I still haven't figured it out. It's like all you want to do is to go back to those moments you had with them, and stay in those moments forever. But at the same time as you feel that longing, you feel this incredible dread. I dunno where it comes from, but it's there. You feel empty, bare. You think back on all the happy times you had, and it makes you want to just bawl your eyes out. I'm not kidding.
And then there's the wondering. You're always left wondering if the people you left even remember you. Did they care enough to even think about you every once in a while? Do they experience the same feelings of longing and sadness that you feel when you think of them? Of course not. When you leave, they just fill your place with some other friends they had. But you...you have to make all new friends. And trust me when I say that in each and every one of your new friends, you'll find part of your old ones.
Over time, as your friends are continually replaced with new ones, the oldest ones start to fade. You can barely even remember what they were like. Yes, you have the memories of things you did, but you can't remember much more than that. All you're left with is some old elementary school yearbook with a few signatures in it (if you're lucky).
And the sad thing (oh yes, sad) is that when I was in elementary school, I though I would be with those people forever. Yes, even then. It was a fact of life. We all grew up together, for the most part. Well, it seemed like we did. But I can remember so much. Like, I can remember how at Highland Terrace, everyone would always make fun of this guy named Michael Sherry. He was just deemed "weird," so nobody liked him. I remember playing kickball on one of the field days, and I knew for certain that I was going to kick that ball further than anyone else...course, I fouled it a few times, lol. Don't think I even made it to first base.
I remember going to the salmon hatchery in...second grade? And I remember having to sit with both Sam's on the bus. Sam Reid and Sam Kellet. Hah, and I had the biggest crush on Sam Reid. Dunno why. I remember going over to the classroom next to ours in third grade, since ours was a split class, so the third graders had to learn cursive with the other class. I remember having to put our arms in splints and fake casts at my daycare-thing I went to before and after school. She was trying to show us what it was like to be left with the hand that you normally wouldn't write with, heh. I remember being pissed at Bjorn all the time. He just plain annoyed me. I remember discovering that the real Cheerios weren't the Honey-Nut variety (which I hated), as I had previously thought.
But the very last thing I remember at all from my time at Highland Terrace...I guess you could say it was something special to me at the time. I had a friend, Mike Camp. I don't know if we were actually that close of friends, but I do remember feeling really protective of him (he's a year younger than me) and like our friendship was something special. Anyway, on the very last day of school, at the end of the day, he gave me a hug goodbye. I was leaving for Ellensburg that summer. His hug is the last thing I can remember from all that.
So guess what I did today? I emailed him through his MSN profile that I found. I know for a fact that it's him. Has to be. But I know that I probably won't get a response. Still, I wish he would, 'cause it would be great to say hi.
*sigh* I guess I'm gonna go busy myself before I worry my head off over it. Yeah, I know it's late, but I'm gonna watch a movie. I don't think I can sleep, so I need to busy my mind. Could read, but I don't have the brainpower for that at the moment. So I bid you all adieu. Later.
♥/always,
Trishkit