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So I used my weekend to write slam poetry, be with a couple of my best friends in the world, and spend a good deal of time with Melissa ( the girl I had Valentine's Day plans with. )
Friday night, Cody and Brandon came over, and Melissa and Amanda stopped in on their way back from Moorhead. It was probably the largest amount of people I've had in my house since my birthday party, but it was a lot of fun. Mother was surprised when she got home, anyway.
Saturday was a long day of nothing at Brandon and Cody's ( it's actually my friend Adam's house, but. . .well, it's a long story. ), with a few hours at home for dinner and random miscellany. It was excellent. We went grocery shopping and out for a bit of dinner. I could definitely deal with them as housemates.
Sunday morning -- let's call it three in the morning -- found Brandon, Cody, and myself taking a walk about town in the snow, taking pictures, before we went back to the house, set three mattresses on a staircase, and slid down them like little kids. When I climbed in the laundry basket sled and Cody insisted on being hit in the face with a cardboard box on his way down, we decided we'd had too much fun and dismantled it.
Later Brandon, his girlfriend, her friend, her boyfriend, and I all went to a pizza buffet, which was paid for by the friend. It was a little awkward, and I don't know if my car's exactly pure anymore -- it was dark and the music was loud, but I can't be sure if they listened to me yelling at them -- but it was a good evening. Brandon's a great person to be around.
Yesterday was spent at Melissa's for a "hey, we have the day of school" kind of a thing. There were a few other people there, which was nice, because now I'll know a few kids at prom. Guitar Hero and Dance Dance Revolution were played ( the latter of which, Melissa says, I'm never allowed to play again. ) We watched The Rocky Horror Picture show, which led to Time Warp-ing and a few singalongs, cause half of Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and I came back home to learn that the new dog and my step-father had a bit of a row while I was gone, so I guess we're getting rid of him today.
. . .The dog, not my step-father.
It's sad. I was just getting attached to him, too. My parents named him Nelson, but I refuse to call him anything but Mister Mandela. I'll miss the little sucker, I can tell, even if he did hate me and most of my friends.
Where does this leave me today?
Oh, yeah. Chemistry and algebra homework unfinished. Untouched, really, and I've got those two classes first today. But I feel like it was a worthwhile trade. I mean, Abby showed me a lot of things in life, but especially in death she showed me that we can go anytime, and I don't want to walk out of the house today, get hit by a car, and realize in that last second that my final weekend was spent balancing chemical equations or factoring polynomials.
I'm much happier about sliding down mattresses in a laundry basket and singing along to Rose Tint My World with the head on my shoulder.
I know that might sound irresponsible, but it makes me happy.
Friday night, Cody and Brandon came over, and Melissa and Amanda stopped in on their way back from Moorhead. It was probably the largest amount of people I've had in my house since my birthday party, but it was a lot of fun. Mother was surprised when she got home, anyway.
Saturday was a long day of nothing at Brandon and Cody's ( it's actually my friend Adam's house, but. . .well, it's a long story. ), with a few hours at home for dinner and random miscellany. It was excellent. We went grocery shopping and out for a bit of dinner. I could definitely deal with them as housemates.
Sunday morning -- let's call it three in the morning -- found Brandon, Cody, and myself taking a walk about town in the snow, taking pictures, before we went back to the house, set three mattresses on a staircase, and slid down them like little kids. When I climbed in the laundry basket sled and Cody insisted on being hit in the face with a cardboard box on his way down, we decided we'd had too much fun and dismantled it.
Later Brandon, his girlfriend, her friend, her boyfriend, and I all went to a pizza buffet, which was paid for by the friend. It was a little awkward, and I don't know if my car's exactly pure anymore -- it was dark and the music was loud, but I can't be sure if they listened to me yelling at them -- but it was a good evening. Brandon's a great person to be around.
Yesterday was spent at Melissa's for a "hey, we have the day of school" kind of a thing. There were a few other people there, which was nice, because now I'll know a few kids at prom. Guitar Hero and Dance Dance Revolution were played ( the latter of which, Melissa says, I'm never allowed to play again. ) We watched The Rocky Horror Picture show, which led to Time Warp-ing and a few singalongs, cause half of Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and I came back home to learn that the new dog and my step-father had a bit of a row while I was gone, so I guess we're getting rid of him today.
. . .The dog, not my step-father.
It's sad. I was just getting attached to him, too. My parents named him Nelson, but I refuse to call him anything but Mister Mandela. I'll miss the little sucker, I can tell, even if he did hate me and most of my friends.
Where does this leave me today?
Oh, yeah. Chemistry and algebra homework unfinished. Untouched, really, and I've got those two classes first today. But I feel like it was a worthwhile trade. I mean, Abby showed me a lot of things in life, but especially in death she showed me that we can go anytime, and I don't want to walk out of the house today, get hit by a car, and realize in that last second that my final weekend was spent balancing chemical equations or factoring polynomials.
I'm much happier about sliding down mattresses in a laundry basket and singing along to Rose Tint My World with the head on my shoulder.
I know that might sound irresponsible, but it makes me happy.