Bittersweet
My parents have just broken curfew. It's now 12:30 and they are not yet back from the Santana concert they went to. It's crazy but this is the third concert they've attended in the past month or so. What gives?
First off book runthru is tomorrow. Judging by what people have told me about line-learnage, there will be a lot of silence followed by a lot of screaming. It should be interesting.
I probably should go to bed. I just keep waiting for a phonecall that isn't going to come. As if there aren't enough boy-related regrets in my past...
Screw that. I'm gonna go call Allie. I haven't talked to my main bitch in quite some time and am feeling withdrawl. I am incredibly jealous of those silly college girls who used to run around with me back in the day.
only 236 days til graduation.
------EDIT--------
In my obsessive reading of other peoples' lives I came across a rant that echoes very profoundly the veiws I have started to take on high school seniors. Sara Haji happens to be more prolific than I so I'll just quote:
"So far, senior year has not been pleasant. I walk into Student Council and try to keep my mouth shut because if I say something, someone will interpret it the wrong way and start talking shit the minute I walk out of the room. These are the kind of people my used-to-be friends have turned into. I walk out of Student Council and these same people are faking hellos and doing a grand old job of loving everyone until they turn around. Like my mom always said: If they'll gossip with you, they'll gossip about you. People have changed so much in the last three months, and I've yet to see proof that it's been for the better. I've learned that you really can't count on anyone, and that most people will not return the simple favors of friendship. Which basically means that there's no basis to most of the friendships I've held dear the last three years.
I've heard people talking about how there's "only 6 months left, anyway", so why should they owe anyone their respect? Why should they care about people they won't see at this time next year? Let me tell you why, kids. Because it's a reflection of your life thus far. It is truly pitiful if the last three years have been such a farce that you now cannot do the people around you the service of respecting them for these last few months. It's sad to think that these relationships you've built around you have amounted to nothing a mere semester before you leave them behind. And yes, we've all changed, and we all want to get out of here as soon as we can. But we still have six months ahead of us, and they're going to be some long months if we don't make them better than September was."
Give or take a few points and substituting StuCo for various other organizations, I am in total accordance to what she said. Is this really all senior year has to offer me? I really thought I'd said goodbye to the last of the Greg Days when that class graduated. Civility just seems so lost on the class of '06.
On the brighter side, I caught myself actually enjoying spending time with the theatre kids at workday. First time in a while where I didn't feel like I had to do or say something special. Not that I loathe my thespian pals, but thus far no one has come close to subing in for my 4.12 ladies and the senior year boys I could joke around with. It's amazing what a little bonding over a Navigator saw can do.
However, I can't go expecting miracles for this year. Some people just don't change, I guess. Speaking of, I saw Whitney Huth at the grocery store the other night and said, "Hello." I've always been civil to her and never really had a reason to feel any sort of emotion towards her but apparently I wronged her in some way. Either that or being Greg has much more influence on his friends than one would think. In any case, she doesn't like me. Big deal. But while I was hanging out with Matt, she calls. Ok, it's all good. Their conversation goes something like this...
ring ring
Matt: Hello?
Whitney: yadda yadda yadda can't hear because the phone volume's low...
Matt: hey whats up whitney?
(xtina and I exchange a look)
Matt: Um just hanging out with Christina Brooks, Jasmine Zimmerman and Heidi Farrell.
Matt: Lemme ask. (to us) D'you guys wanna go to the Fountains to wait with Whitney in the parking lot for her boyfriend to get off work?
(we all shake our heads 'no')
Matt: I think we're just gonna stay in Sugar Land. Sorry.
Matt: Yes, we're sure. I just asked everyone what they thought of it and they didn't want to.
Whitney: (screaming) I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT JASMINE ZIMMERMAN THINKS.
Matt: hahaha. she could hear you!!!
(Xtina takes the phone)
Xtina: Dude, you need to chill out, Whitney. Jasmine is cool.
Matt talked for about two seconds longer and then hung up.
How full of high school drama is that? Really now. I honestly think the only thing I did wrong is not being friends with Greg. I can see no other reason for such hostility. Oh well, I hope she had fun waiting in the parking lot.
(and yes, I realize I may be coming off as a little bit hypocritical seeing as how I just bitched about stupid high school shit and in doing so possibly created more high school shit. just remember, i can and probably will, delete any negative anonymous comments. have some balls if you want to post an opinion. take credit for what you say. --thats another pet peeve of mine but i'm sure i'll rant about it later on.)
It's 2 AM. I'm gonna go take a shower and read some Don Quixote.
By the way, Sara Haji is pretty darn amazing so back up off her grille or Ima cut you.
(This went from a reasonably short post to a rather lengthy one. Sorry about that.)
First off book runthru is tomorrow. Judging by what people have told me about line-learnage, there will be a lot of silence followed by a lot of screaming. It should be interesting.
I probably should go to bed. I just keep waiting for a phonecall that isn't going to come. As if there aren't enough boy-related regrets in my past...
Screw that. I'm gonna go call Allie. I haven't talked to my main bitch in quite some time and am feeling withdrawl. I am incredibly jealous of those silly college girls who used to run around with me back in the day.
only 236 days til graduation.
------EDIT--------
In my obsessive reading of other peoples' lives I came across a rant that echoes very profoundly the veiws I have started to take on high school seniors. Sara Haji happens to be more prolific than I so I'll just quote:
"So far, senior year has not been pleasant. I walk into Student Council and try to keep my mouth shut because if I say something, someone will interpret it the wrong way and start talking shit the minute I walk out of the room. These are the kind of people my used-to-be friends have turned into. I walk out of Student Council and these same people are faking hellos and doing a grand old job of loving everyone until they turn around. Like my mom always said: If they'll gossip with you, they'll gossip about you. People have changed so much in the last three months, and I've yet to see proof that it's been for the better. I've learned that you really can't count on anyone, and that most people will not return the simple favors of friendship. Which basically means that there's no basis to most of the friendships I've held dear the last three years.
I've heard people talking about how there's "only 6 months left, anyway", so why should they owe anyone their respect? Why should they care about people they won't see at this time next year? Let me tell you why, kids. Because it's a reflection of your life thus far. It is truly pitiful if the last three years have been such a farce that you now cannot do the people around you the service of respecting them for these last few months. It's sad to think that these relationships you've built around you have amounted to nothing a mere semester before you leave them behind. And yes, we've all changed, and we all want to get out of here as soon as we can. But we still have six months ahead of us, and they're going to be some long months if we don't make them better than September was."
Give or take a few points and substituting StuCo for various other organizations, I am in total accordance to what she said. Is this really all senior year has to offer me? I really thought I'd said goodbye to the last of the Greg Days when that class graduated. Civility just seems so lost on the class of '06.
On the brighter side, I caught myself actually enjoying spending time with the theatre kids at workday. First time in a while where I didn't feel like I had to do or say something special. Not that I loathe my thespian pals, but thus far no one has come close to subing in for my 4.12 ladies and the senior year boys I could joke around with. It's amazing what a little bonding over a Navigator saw can do.
However, I can't go expecting miracles for this year. Some people just don't change, I guess. Speaking of, I saw Whitney Huth at the grocery store the other night and said, "Hello." I've always been civil to her and never really had a reason to feel any sort of emotion towards her but apparently I wronged her in some way. Either that or being Greg has much more influence on his friends than one would think. In any case, she doesn't like me. Big deal. But while I was hanging out with Matt, she calls. Ok, it's all good. Their conversation goes something like this...
ring ring
Matt: Hello?
Whitney: yadda yadda yadda can't hear because the phone volume's low...
Matt: hey whats up whitney?
(xtina and I exchange a look)
Matt: Um just hanging out with Christina Brooks, Jasmine Zimmerman and Heidi Farrell.
Matt: Lemme ask. (to us) D'you guys wanna go to the Fountains to wait with Whitney in the parking lot for her boyfriend to get off work?
(we all shake our heads 'no')
Matt: I think we're just gonna stay in Sugar Land. Sorry.
Matt: Yes, we're sure. I just asked everyone what they thought of it and they didn't want to.
Whitney: (screaming) I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT JASMINE ZIMMERMAN THINKS.
Matt: hahaha. she could hear you!!!
(Xtina takes the phone)
Xtina: Dude, you need to chill out, Whitney. Jasmine is cool.
Matt talked for about two seconds longer and then hung up.
How full of high school drama is that? Really now. I honestly think the only thing I did wrong is not being friends with Greg. I can see no other reason for such hostility. Oh well, I hope she had fun waiting in the parking lot.
(and yes, I realize I may be coming off as a little bit hypocritical seeing as how I just bitched about stupid high school shit and in doing so possibly created more high school shit. just remember, i can and probably will, delete any negative anonymous comments. have some balls if you want to post an opinion. take credit for what you say. --thats another pet peeve of mine but i'm sure i'll rant about it later on.)
It's 2 AM. I'm gonna go take a shower and read some Don Quixote.
By the way, Sara Haji is pretty darn amazing so back up off her grille or Ima cut you.
(This went from a reasonably short post to a rather lengthy one. Sorry about that.)