upsy-date-y.
delhi wasn't much fun. a good amount of people are more negative than i remember. i'm not sure if it's always been this way, and i've grown enough to distinguish it, or if it's worsened. either way, it's bullocks. misery should not be treated as a snooty, self-centered contest, for which there is no victor. there's no reason under the sun you shouldn't be emotionally fulfilled in a place where your talents and dreams are balanced while being put into use. college is a promise i've forgotten. i can't wait to enroll to bcc. betchya never heard that before.
i did see amber, gena, katy and victoria. i was supposed to stay the night at amber's and gena's, but i got a flat and was forced to the floor once more. i also got to go to a POA party. it was groovy. my first game of beer pong and the DYI network. in a drunken state, joe kept asking me if i was an alien. i told him he caught me. he wasn't surprised i'm an alien.
the car ride to oneonta was miserable, but back was insanely amusing. tina began filming us (us, being lori, myself and amber) and we lost all sanity. we got behind a long line of cars, but yelled at the SUV immediately in front of us. it was silly, random and idiotic. it was a bit of heaven.
i'm psychic. denny's psychic.
i've had strange and eerie moments that i knew were going to happen, all at denny's.
since i mistakenly opened the fire door and later on, smelled gasoline for no reason, my next prophecy is that denny's will burn to the ground (with everyone safe, of course) while the charismatic, sweet, nice boy with curly hair whisks me away in his blue '69 mustang, to his mansion in the canadian mountains.
i gave my number to a boy for the first time yesterday. it was a bit strange, since it was nick. i waited his table last night and he left $55, but since i was clocked in under hostess, rob got it all because it was in his station. this was also bullocks, but it wasn't nothing, sugar. i wasn't even on the schedule, but i assumed i was. i came in, worked for 4 hours and no one noticed until ron came in. no one minded. heheh. more money.
i'm going to the movies tomorrow night with nick, lee, rob, his girlfriend, cassie, and jenn. that should be interesting.
time is not kind. on my way to work this morning, something reminded me of the days in itaska. i remember, being outside with taron and just being kids for the short time i was allowed to be young. i recall asking my father what time it was. his response was, "quarter of." i asked him, "quarter of what??" he then chuckled with our neighbor and told me the hour. i'm not sure how i remember such stupid little moments, but it occured to me that my life, as with everyone's, revolves around set times and dates. it's too structured, planned and rigid. it's become near to impossible to lose myself in that joyful euphoria until i finally can't pinpoint the time. i wouldn't want to. even sunrises and sunsets meant little to me. my own nearing fatigue was the only thing that concerned me. damnit. time should've never been allowed to be measured in minutes. moments seem less predictable and more magical.
i'm rambling about magic and youth. haha. i'm silly.