Tunacorns.
So, there's this kid I went to high school with, who I met at this apartment me and Kerry frequented last summer, yeah? And the people who lived in the apartment were mostly all drinking and smoking and snorting and always trying to out-do each other, always trying to be the bigger, more hilarious asshole, to the point that is was tiring, to the point where you couldn't say a goddamn single serious thing, to the point where I was sitting on the couch, drinking plum sake, and talking to this boy I used to go to high school with, who remembered my face, who I did not remember until hours and hours after re-meeting him, who did not say loud, attention-seeking things.
During this past year I've grown up quite a bit and have traded in swimming while stoned and drinking plum sake on a couch in an apartment where people were snorting coke in the only bedroom for spending quiet evenings at knitting and scooping up plastic skeletons from the streets of North Raleigh and practicing French and Spanish and working full time and leaving the country and talking to Isaac until cringe-worthy times in the morning. Also I have quit smoking cigarettes and have stopped hanging out with the same people. The last time I saw this boy, I told him I would see him later, but I actually didn't see him until over a year later, when I bumped into him at the grocery store with Isaac while we were visiting Katie. A few days later, I was leaving a message on for Moses on the telephone while I stood outside of the house, and this boy drove by and stopped and this is how I knew I changed from last year....
Last year I was really quiet and my social anxiety was creep-creeping back up and I was really, ridiculously worried about impressing people. This past year I have been hanging out with Katie a lot and she has really opened up my inner asshole. I am more confident in saying horrible things and I know that it isn't the end of the world if I look like an idiot to someone who doesn't even know my last name. This is how I've changed: I hadn't seen this boy in forever, and the first thing I said to him as he pulled up next to my house and parked awkwardly was, with my hands on my hips, "WAY TO PARK LIKE AN ASSHOLE, JOHN."
He gave me his telephone number and I didn't call for weeks because I am pretty antisocial (in a content way, though) and just like to hang out with Katie, mostly, and I am really busy with school and work and when I'm not doing that I am talking to my sweetheart or sleeping. But the other day, me and Katie were bored and we didn't know what to do and we couldn't entertain each other (even though we are IMMENSELY ENTERTAINING INDIVIDUALS), so we called this boy and asked him if he wanted to go on a picnic with us.
I swear to God, Katie and I live to make people uncomfortable. We have spent so much time around each other that people assume we are sisters. Strangers we converse with when feeling bored and friendly, people we have worked with for months? Think we're sisters. And we're such jerks to everyone and we just can't stop. I'd only known this boy in hallways in high school and in this beat-up apartment near the mall, so asking him to go on a picnic with us was kind of... it went pretty fantastically, I think.
We picked him up and went to Fresh Market, where we got tortilla chips and peach salsa, thin lemon-flavored Swedish cookies, tea biscuits, a cup of mixed fruit, sparkling French limonade, chardonnay, strawberry guava juice. Then we drove to Shelley Lake and had a picnic hidden behind some trees. Then we went to the hookah bar and smoked apple and strawberry flavored tobacco until we were buzzed from all of the oxygen and sleepy from all of the smoke and quiet. Then we rode a little kid merry-go-round ride for fifty cents and tried on Halloween costumes at a creepy K-Mart and then we went to the $1.50 movie theater and saw Over The Hedge and then we went to the grocery store that me and Katie work at and I saw my schedule and almost cried because I was only scheduled for fifteen and a half hours and I am used to working forty and I need to save money. And then I talked to Felix, the night manager, and he and Katie gave me more hours. Hoorah!
Here are photographs from yesterday!
During this past year I've grown up quite a bit and have traded in swimming while stoned and drinking plum sake on a couch in an apartment where people were snorting coke in the only bedroom for spending quiet evenings at knitting and scooping up plastic skeletons from the streets of North Raleigh and practicing French and Spanish and working full time and leaving the country and talking to Isaac until cringe-worthy times in the morning. Also I have quit smoking cigarettes and have stopped hanging out with the same people. The last time I saw this boy, I told him I would see him later, but I actually didn't see him until over a year later, when I bumped into him at the grocery store with Isaac while we were visiting Katie. A few days later, I was leaving a message on for Moses on the telephone while I stood outside of the house, and this boy drove by and stopped and this is how I knew I changed from last year....
Last year I was really quiet and my social anxiety was creep-creeping back up and I was really, ridiculously worried about impressing people. This past year I have been hanging out with Katie a lot and she has really opened up my inner asshole. I am more confident in saying horrible things and I know that it isn't the end of the world if I look like an idiot to someone who doesn't even know my last name. This is how I've changed: I hadn't seen this boy in forever, and the first thing I said to him as he pulled up next to my house and parked awkwardly was, with my hands on my hips, "WAY TO PARK LIKE AN ASSHOLE, JOHN."
He gave me his telephone number and I didn't call for weeks because I am pretty antisocial (in a content way, though) and just like to hang out with Katie, mostly, and I am really busy with school and work and when I'm not doing that I am talking to my sweetheart or sleeping. But the other day, me and Katie were bored and we didn't know what to do and we couldn't entertain each other (even though we are IMMENSELY ENTERTAINING INDIVIDUALS), so we called this boy and asked him if he wanted to go on a picnic with us.
I swear to God, Katie and I live to make people uncomfortable. We have spent so much time around each other that people assume we are sisters. Strangers we converse with when feeling bored and friendly, people we have worked with for months? Think we're sisters. And we're such jerks to everyone and we just can't stop. I'd only known this boy in hallways in high school and in this beat-up apartment near the mall, so asking him to go on a picnic with us was kind of... it went pretty fantastically, I think.
We picked him up and went to Fresh Market, where we got tortilla chips and peach salsa, thin lemon-flavored Swedish cookies, tea biscuits, a cup of mixed fruit, sparkling French limonade, chardonnay, strawberry guava juice. Then we drove to Shelley Lake and had a picnic hidden behind some trees. Then we went to the hookah bar and smoked apple and strawberry flavored tobacco until we were buzzed from all of the oxygen and sleepy from all of the smoke and quiet. Then we rode a little kid merry-go-round ride for fifty cents and tried on Halloween costumes at a creepy K-Mart and then we went to the $1.50 movie theater and saw Over The Hedge and then we went to the grocery store that me and Katie work at and I saw my schedule and almost cried because I was only scheduled for fifteen and a half hours and I am used to working forty and I need to save money. And then I talked to Felix, the night manager, and he and Katie gave me more hours. Hoorah!
Here are photographs from yesterday!