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I never said anything about the lake, did I? well....first things first...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY BESTEST FRIENDS EVAH!!!! CHRISTI!!!!!! happy sweet.....15!!!! gosh darn it.....i keep thinking you're 16!!! i love you, girl :)
...the lake. it was....depressing to say the least. all i could think about was last year. and how manda and dan and a bunch of other people had been there. and how things with Ryan had been so different. (i can't even imagine what Chris was feeling) and how last year at this time i had the biggest crush on dave but he didn't know it...and how we had so many good times ahead of us. sometimes i hate memories. sometimes they are a comfort. sometimes they bring a drop of light into your soul when its in turmoil. but sometimes the memories cause the turmoil. a memory is always like a key. at times you take a key from amidst the throng inside yourself and open up a doorway to light, beauty, and perfection. but other times the key unlocks a Pandora's box full of all the hurt and pain you could imagine. but the strange thing is....it is almost always the good memories that bring the pain. i guess its because i remember what i had. how perfect things were. and i look back with only remorse and depression.
enough with philosophical blah blah blah. there were some things about the lake that were awesome though. like....i went tubing with Christi and Katie. my ride with Christi was awesome. she spent the whole time singing "Song 2" by Blur :) my ride with Katie? that's a whole different story. i got stuck. i'm not even kidding. i was stuck good. Katies dad (an EMT) and Tim (not an EMT) had to actually like pry me out of the stupid thing. it was rather embarrassing.
oh my gosh....Tim was being SO weird!! he was being mad hyper and was acting all like, retarded and crazy and stuff. it was halarious.
i went wakeboarding. kind of. i got up. then i tried like 6 more times and i couldn't get up again!!! i was SO mad!! because i almost always get up!! oh well. dave's not done teaching me. speaking of Dave... he called last night because i wanted to talk to him about going to Dublin this weekend. we talked for 2 1/2 hours. i'm not even kidding. i have NEVER talked on the phone that long in my LIFE.
...the lake. it was....depressing to say the least. all i could think about was last year. and how manda and dan and a bunch of other people had been there. and how things with Ryan had been so different. (i can't even imagine what Chris was feeling) and how last year at this time i had the biggest crush on dave but he didn't know it...and how we had so many good times ahead of us. sometimes i hate memories. sometimes they are a comfort. sometimes they bring a drop of light into your soul when its in turmoil. but sometimes the memories cause the turmoil. a memory is always like a key. at times you take a key from amidst the throng inside yourself and open up a doorway to light, beauty, and perfection. but other times the key unlocks a Pandora's box full of all the hurt and pain you could imagine. but the strange thing is....it is almost always the good memories that bring the pain. i guess its because i remember what i had. how perfect things were. and i look back with only remorse and depression.
enough with philosophical blah blah blah. there were some things about the lake that were awesome though. like....i went tubing with Christi and Katie. my ride with Christi was awesome. she spent the whole time singing "Song 2" by Blur :) my ride with Katie? that's a whole different story. i got stuck. i'm not even kidding. i was stuck good. Katies dad (an EMT) and Tim (not an EMT) had to actually like pry me out of the stupid thing. it was rather embarrassing.
oh my gosh....Tim was being SO weird!! he was being mad hyper and was acting all like, retarded and crazy and stuff. it was halarious.
i went wakeboarding. kind of. i got up. then i tried like 6 more times and i couldn't get up again!!! i was SO mad!! because i almost always get up!! oh well. dave's not done teaching me. speaking of Dave... he called last night because i wanted to talk to him about going to Dublin this weekend. we talked for 2 1/2 hours. i'm not even kidding. i have NEVER talked on the phone that long in my LIFE.