things that currently "suck":

Jun 03, 2008 22:27

1. Chem final
2. French project
3. Chem homework (shut up)
4. Loose ends concerning college
5. Whoever stole my Orchestra folder
6. The fly on my screen that won't gtfo (my screen is not the moon- this will not change no matter how many times you fling yourself at it)
7. Family situation
8. "Obligations"
9. People
10. Redner's
11. Me
12. Life
13. etc.

I think I rant about the same things all the time because I'm on this endless quest to perfectly phrase what I feel so it eases the worst of the emotional... strength? Not braining right now.

It is totally pouring down rain right now. I love it. What I do not love is fighting nostalgia.

So I signed the yearbook of a person I've been on good terms with (re: friends until we devolved into acquaintances a few years ago) in French today. I basically came clean with what I felt and thought, which I suppose really isn't the purpose of a yearbook, but the time seemed right. She was the only friend I had for my elementary school career and the only one I actually felt comfortable "relying" on in Middle School (well, as comfortable as an awful middle-schooler can get anyway). It wasn't until we arrived at NHS and fell into truly different social groups that we drifted apart.

The only reason this is important to me is because I know she's going to read it before we've graduated, so I might hear about it in some fashion for the next three days. (I must be the only freak who doesn't read what anyone writes until after the school year has ended.) I take it seriously- the only people who I ask to sign are the people I felt had significance in my life while I was there. I have five signatures so far with plans to get maybe one or two more. There are people who fill up both covers and all the pages devoted to signing with meaningless variations of "Hey, thanks for the great time this year, have fun in college! Keep in touch!"... perhaps it's overly-pessimistic of me, but I don't see the value in getting the kid who you talked to every now and then to leave a message in your yearbook. I'd much rather have a handful of meaningful messages than 100+ notes about the same thing. It's not a popularity contest; it's a way to make memories. Since I can only remember so much, I'm being picky... maybe too much...

Yeah, I'm weird. Oh well.
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