Life and Death/ This Just In/ This Can't be Health...
Ugh... This weekend did not go as planned. It's been a crazy rollercoaster of emotions. I started to write Friday night, and then Saturday night... but I just haven't had time, until now.
Friday-
Today didn't go as planned. After school, Sam, Abby, and myself were suppose to go to Toys R Us, the Desert Samaratin Hospital (now Banner, I believe), and then to Chandler Mall. We made it to Toy's R Us to buy Sam's newborn cousin a gift... We spent a good amount of time there, just being dumb teenagers. We then headed over to the hospital... I might take the time now to remind you that I don't like newborns, babies, kids, toddlers... WHATEVER! I just don't like them, I don't plan to have them... Anyway, the baby was in the ICU, and the mom and Sam's uncle were in there with the baby when we arrived. As we got to the ICU entrance, Sam's uncle, his wife, and her mom all came out. Sam's "aunt" was such a bitch, she's like, "Well, I only want family in there..." So Abby and I stayed outside, in the family waiting room. There was a big window to a room where there were a bunch of babies... Abby went nuts, she loves babies... Anyway... Afterwards, we headed down to Chandler mall... Right as we made our way into Dillard’s, Sam's phone went off. It was her mom, and Sam's expressions were far from "happy" or cheerful."
But before I go on..I think I should explain the events of Wednesday morning. When Samantha picked me up that morning, she was bawling. She later explained to me that her next door neighbor and another boy down the street were shot and killed Tuesday night. I tried to comfort her, but I really have never dealt with death, or friends who have dealt with death...
But back to my story...
Sam was on the phone for a while.... once she hung up, she told us that the boy's viewing was that night, and that Sam NEEDED to go to pay her respects. Abby and I were to go with Sam, to support her, and pay our respects as well (regardless of whether we knew them or not). We spent 15 more minutes at the mall, sped through some stores to just browse, and then headed to a funeral home near Mesa High. On route, Abby got a phone call from Christine, she wanted to know where the viewing was being held... she knew the kid. Once we got there, we sat in the car and waited for Sam's parents to arrive. Once they did, we made our way in... I can't begin to explain the feeling that came over me... So many people, all sad and crying... I didn't know what to do, if that makes any sense. There was a line, to go view the body, we got in it... Sam and Christine started to get all teary, Abby and I were there to comfort them. As we made it further up the line, there was a picture of the boy... My heart dropped twenty feet. He looked so familiar... Then I had a view of his mom, sitting next to his little boy's casket. My heart dropped twenty more feet. I knew this woman, I knew her very well. Once we made it to the casket, I was very teary eyed, but trying to keep my composure... As I hugged his mom, and told her how sorry I was, I lost it... I had to go just lean up against a wall... As we left, I couldn't stop thinking how I knew this boy and his mom... Abby and I drove back to Sam's neighborhood, where the other boy's viewing was at, Sam got a ride with Christine....
Abby and I made it there quite early, and just stat in Abby's car in Sam's drive way and just talked about the situation... about life... and about our newly ended relationships.... I think Abby and I bonded quite a bit that night, while sharing our relationship experiences. Both her and I thought we were going to be with our significant others for a long time, or even forever... We were both promised happiness and a storybook future... We were both also dumped. lol. Both our significant others have different futures... Military, out of state college... It felt good talking to her about it, and I think she felt the same way... We just hope we don't become bitter people for the rest of our lives. I mean, what are we to think now? All guys are liars? That when they promise you the best, and that they will be with you forever, that hey are just full of shit? Probably... I dunno... We're going to have a bitter single's party sometime soon...
But back to my original story line here... lol... Sam and Christine finally arrived. We made our way down the street to the other boy's viewing... I was so scared that I would know this boy, and his mom... I was right... I knew this woman and her son... but from where? After that view, I had to call my mom. She had told me that I knew the boys, Diego and Mario. When I was in pre-school, their mom's and my mom were all friends, and I was friends with the boys. As time went by, we lost touch, and every once in a while, at a big gathering (such as my sister's parties), they would show up. I remember Mario's mom the most. As my mom was telling me all of this, My heart dropped forty more feet... I was in a twilight state.... How could I have forgotten... how could this have happened to them? So young... so much ahead of them...
We had promised Dominique that we would go to her drama skit production that night... Sam and I headed over there... both of us a little out of it. We fortunately didn't miss it... After the performance... we headed out to every possibly open store to look for a shirt and tie for me for Saturday's WTP competition. After we found what we were looking for, we called Dominique, and well all met up at the Olive Garden. We got in, were seated... and then left. LOL. I originally wanted to go to Applebee's, Dominique’s friend and her brother wanted something with a more casual atmosphere. lol. We headed to Applebee's, two more of Dominique's friends showed up.... There were so many Mesa High people there... It felt like a Jr. High reunion gone bad. Anyway... All those people were so much fun. I hadn't laughed that hard in the long time. We lost track of time, and ended up going home around 11-midnight.
Saturday-
My alarm went off at 5:30 AM.... I wasn't out of bed until 6:30. I had to rush to get ready. We were out of the door by 7:10, and on our way to the competition by 7:30ish. The competition was at Valley Christian High School. Some moments felt like they were taken out of the movie Saved!. Their choir... ugh... they sang patriotic songs, but one of them was like about being patriotic, but then somehow mixed it in with Christianity and Jesus, and if we didn't follow we'd go to hell... I looked over to Abby was like "I'm deeply offended." The competition was full of surprises. The group that we were all expecting to dominate (since our class valedictorian was in there) was torn apart. I think that they dramatically brought our score down. The group that had only finished getting prepared the day before blew us away, and set the bar high for the rest of the group. Our group did really good. They asked us the question that I had wished they didn't. I think the speech for that question was our weakest, however, our judges had nothing but great things to say about it. We weren't even stumped by any of the follow up questions. As a team, Skyline got 2nd place... I was somewhat disappointed. We were beat by Hamilton, god, how I hate that school. Snobs. At the ending ceremony, Abby and Samantha saw Brett... They liked him... however... I didn't... I don't... At all... I hope he doesn't read this, but I'm contemplating where to go on this upcoming date. I'm not ready...
Gosh, was it raining!
After the competition, we went back to school.... and Sam and I sped to Mario's funeral. We missed the actual mass, so we had to hurry to the cemetery. We made it there with the rest of the procession. We all stood there with our umbrellas... Sam and I lost it... it was too much to handle.. very emotional... I really don't feel like writing about it... so I won't...
You will be missed
Diego A. Castellano 1988-2004
Mario Santillan 1990-2004
After the funeral, Sam's family and I all went to the Olive Garden... we ate... and went home....
I came home... changed into my PJ's, and went to bed around 5 PM.
Sunday-
I woke up today... around 11:40 AM. I slept about 19 hours? That can't be healthy... or can it? This whole week I've been staying up way late doing homework, like that Physics bridge for Friday, which I might add, did very well, from my expectations...... But yeah.... here I am... in my PJ's... still kinda out of it... I have so little homework... maybe I'll get to it in a little bit...
I feel like there are more things I wanted to write about... oh well...
I have a headache from staring at this screen... crap! I need to take my contacts out... I've had them in since yesterday morning...
So much for my weekend, eh?
Laters
Friday-
Today didn't go as planned. After school, Sam, Abby, and myself were suppose to go to Toys R Us, the Desert Samaratin Hospital (now Banner, I believe), and then to Chandler Mall. We made it to Toy's R Us to buy Sam's newborn cousin a gift... We spent a good amount of time there, just being dumb teenagers. We then headed over to the hospital... I might take the time now to remind you that I don't like newborns, babies, kids, toddlers... WHATEVER! I just don't like them, I don't plan to have them... Anyway, the baby was in the ICU, and the mom and Sam's uncle were in there with the baby when we arrived. As we got to the ICU entrance, Sam's uncle, his wife, and her mom all came out. Sam's "aunt" was such a bitch, she's like, "Well, I only want family in there..." So Abby and I stayed outside, in the family waiting room. There was a big window to a room where there were a bunch of babies... Abby went nuts, she loves babies... Anyway... Afterwards, we headed down to Chandler mall... Right as we made our way into Dillard’s, Sam's phone went off. It was her mom, and Sam's expressions were far from "happy" or cheerful."
But before I go on..I think I should explain the events of Wednesday morning. When Samantha picked me up that morning, she was bawling. She later explained to me that her next door neighbor and another boy down the street were shot and killed Tuesday night. I tried to comfort her, but I really have never dealt with death, or friends who have dealt with death...
But back to my story...
Sam was on the phone for a while.... once she hung up, she told us that the boy's viewing was that night, and that Sam NEEDED to go to pay her respects. Abby and I were to go with Sam, to support her, and pay our respects as well (regardless of whether we knew them or not). We spent 15 more minutes at the mall, sped through some stores to just browse, and then headed to a funeral home near Mesa High. On route, Abby got a phone call from Christine, she wanted to know where the viewing was being held... she knew the kid. Once we got there, we sat in the car and waited for Sam's parents to arrive. Once they did, we made our way in... I can't begin to explain the feeling that came over me... So many people, all sad and crying... I didn't know what to do, if that makes any sense. There was a line, to go view the body, we got in it... Sam and Christine started to get all teary, Abby and I were there to comfort them. As we made it further up the line, there was a picture of the boy... My heart dropped twenty feet. He looked so familiar... Then I had a view of his mom, sitting next to his little boy's casket. My heart dropped twenty more feet. I knew this woman, I knew her very well. Once we made it to the casket, I was very teary eyed, but trying to keep my composure... As I hugged his mom, and told her how sorry I was, I lost it... I had to go just lean up against a wall... As we left, I couldn't stop thinking how I knew this boy and his mom... Abby and I drove back to Sam's neighborhood, where the other boy's viewing was at, Sam got a ride with Christine....
Abby and I made it there quite early, and just stat in Abby's car in Sam's drive way and just talked about the situation... about life... and about our newly ended relationships.... I think Abby and I bonded quite a bit that night, while sharing our relationship experiences. Both her and I thought we were going to be with our significant others for a long time, or even forever... We were both promised happiness and a storybook future... We were both also dumped. lol. Both our significant others have different futures... Military, out of state college... It felt good talking to her about it, and I think she felt the same way... We just hope we don't become bitter people for the rest of our lives. I mean, what are we to think now? All guys are liars? That when they promise you the best, and that they will be with you forever, that hey are just full of shit? Probably... I dunno... We're going to have a bitter single's party sometime soon...
But back to my original story line here... lol... Sam and Christine finally arrived. We made our way down the street to the other boy's viewing... I was so scared that I would know this boy, and his mom... I was right... I knew this woman and her son... but from where? After that view, I had to call my mom. She had told me that I knew the boys, Diego and Mario. When I was in pre-school, their mom's and my mom were all friends, and I was friends with the boys. As time went by, we lost touch, and every once in a while, at a big gathering (such as my sister's parties), they would show up. I remember Mario's mom the most. As my mom was telling me all of this, My heart dropped forty more feet... I was in a twilight state.... How could I have forgotten... how could this have happened to them? So young... so much ahead of them...
We had promised Dominique that we would go to her drama skit production that night... Sam and I headed over there... both of us a little out of it. We fortunately didn't miss it... After the performance... we headed out to every possibly open store to look for a shirt and tie for me for Saturday's WTP competition. After we found what we were looking for, we called Dominique, and well all met up at the Olive Garden. We got in, were seated... and then left. LOL. I originally wanted to go to Applebee's, Dominique’s friend and her brother wanted something with a more casual atmosphere. lol. We headed to Applebee's, two more of Dominique's friends showed up.... There were so many Mesa High people there... It felt like a Jr. High reunion gone bad. Anyway... All those people were so much fun. I hadn't laughed that hard in the long time. We lost track of time, and ended up going home around 11-midnight.
Saturday-
My alarm went off at 5:30 AM.... I wasn't out of bed until 6:30. I had to rush to get ready. We were out of the door by 7:10, and on our way to the competition by 7:30ish. The competition was at Valley Christian High School. Some moments felt like they were taken out of the movie Saved!. Their choir... ugh... they sang patriotic songs, but one of them was like about being patriotic, but then somehow mixed it in with Christianity and Jesus, and if we didn't follow we'd go to hell... I looked over to Abby was like "I'm deeply offended." The competition was full of surprises. The group that we were all expecting to dominate (since our class valedictorian was in there) was torn apart. I think that they dramatically brought our score down. The group that had only finished getting prepared the day before blew us away, and set the bar high for the rest of the group. Our group did really good. They asked us the question that I had wished they didn't. I think the speech for that question was our weakest, however, our judges had nothing but great things to say about it. We weren't even stumped by any of the follow up questions. As a team, Skyline got 2nd place... I was somewhat disappointed. We were beat by Hamilton, god, how I hate that school. Snobs. At the ending ceremony, Abby and Samantha saw Brett... They liked him... however... I didn't... I don't... At all... I hope he doesn't read this, but I'm contemplating where to go on this upcoming date. I'm not ready...
Gosh, was it raining!
After the competition, we went back to school.... and Sam and I sped to Mario's funeral. We missed the actual mass, so we had to hurry to the cemetery. We made it there with the rest of the procession. We all stood there with our umbrellas... Sam and I lost it... it was too much to handle.. very emotional... I really don't feel like writing about it... so I won't...
You will be missed
Diego A. Castellano 1988-2004
Mario Santillan 1990-2004
After the funeral, Sam's family and I all went to the Olive Garden... we ate... and went home....
I came home... changed into my PJ's, and went to bed around 5 PM.
Sunday-
I woke up today... around 11:40 AM. I slept about 19 hours? That can't be healthy... or can it? This whole week I've been staying up way late doing homework, like that Physics bridge for Friday, which I might add, did very well, from my expectations...... But yeah.... here I am... in my PJ's... still kinda out of it... I have so little homework... maybe I'll get to it in a little bit...
I feel like there are more things I wanted to write about... oh well...
I have a headache from staring at this screen... crap! I need to take my contacts out... I've had them in since yesterday morning...
So much for my weekend, eh?
Laters