i said love is pain and pain is love i know your mama mad cause you talked to a thug*
I don't know. I guess I feel different. Like... I've always had this tendency to assume that change, when it happens, can only be for the worse. You know? And lately, I kinda feel like that's not true... like whatever's waiting for me out there... may not be that bad. And even if it is... then not knowing about it... might actually be the good part.--Dawson's Creek
thats the quote i was tellin yall about. amazing right. kinda just explain my life right now...and now im gonna explain a little bit more of it.
i'm gonna tell you a story..about four of the most amazing girls..
way back in the 8th grade. sittin at testing time during regents a funny girl started passin notes with myself. now we knew each other quite well, but this was the start of an amazing friendship..who wouldda nkown. between gettin yelled at, and obessessing over the effects of vanilla coke we slowly became the best of friends..ironically she went to australia..not for forever, just for the summer, and of COURSE i flipped cause i missed her..so we started ninth grade. now..ninth grade was a bit different because we didnt see each other that much, and though we were still friends it was difficult to maintain a very strong friendship when we both found friends in different groups..but that would not last long.
between this insane time of ninth grade, i entered mr. dykstras earth science class, little did i know he was a lunatic who hated anyone under the age of seniors and wasn't technically trained to be an earth science teacher, and opposite science was gym, filled with ballerinas and interesting people with the occasional jocks..fun right? but alas i needed to find a friend..well walah..one was found. who became my freakin lifeboat in that insane fifth block of freshman year..go team.
it happens this girl has a twin, but she didnt come around till later in the story.
because obviously there was another, i had known her way back in the day, but in second block spanish our friendship was rekindled when she became my spanish hero, and later..just my hero. from everything with her stomach surgeries to sleepin in math class, many hard & fun times were shared..but much more were to come..
in tenth grade i met the twin..but callin them that doesnt give justice because this girl was completely OPPOSITE from the other one, and i liked her equally as much..and by the middle of that year we were stranded completely alone in a very very very strange health class..with some..interesting..kids and had to make it together..survivor man..luckily we passed, and had a new obsession ;)
but i'm gettin ahead of myself..
in the beginning of that year, my sister and brother both left for college leaving me home alone, which hit me harder than expected and the third girl who was my hero, truly was, and helped me through so many tough times and through that we started having many very good times as well, and became the closest thing to a sister besides me real sister, confusing i know..anyways..also. the first and second girls both shared classes with me as wel..and of course with that? let the good times roll...
so basically the school year ended and i spent every waking moment for the next two weeks with those four girls. having some of the most amazing times of my life, and having some tough times we pulled through as well..they even threw me a surprise bday party :-D coool..but anyways..
in the middle of the summer between vacations, camps, misunderstandings, and other not so wonderrful business..bases lost touch and lost contact..little did i know i was more missed that i would have imagined..
about a week ago, i heard from about three of them of the upsetness i had caused by my fallout, and of course, being me, i spazzed out, said some regrettable things, said some things i don't regret, and basically turned it into a huge mess...
well..one week later..through lots of tears, thoughts, talks, and realizations i came to the conclusion of my story..great story right? and the moral is: never let the preciousness of anything you have get past your eye, because once its gone you'll forever feel a hole of where it was...in my story? i met four of the most amazing girls in the past threeyears. we've had some amazing times, and some awful times, but through all of it i don't regret a single moment spent with them..they became a part of who i am and who i will be, they know more stuff about me than a lot of people do, and there's nothing i'd change about any of them.
so there you have it folks, maybe i won't be a story teller..but in the end..i'm sure my story will turn out picture perfect, and if not..then its not the end.
thats the quote i was tellin yall about. amazing right. kinda just explain my life right now...and now im gonna explain a little bit more of it.
i'm gonna tell you a story..about four of the most amazing girls..
way back in the 8th grade. sittin at testing time during regents a funny girl started passin notes with myself. now we knew each other quite well, but this was the start of an amazing friendship..who wouldda nkown. between gettin yelled at, and obessessing over the effects of vanilla coke we slowly became the best of friends..ironically she went to australia..not for forever, just for the summer, and of COURSE i flipped cause i missed her..so we started ninth grade. now..ninth grade was a bit different because we didnt see each other that much, and though we were still friends it was difficult to maintain a very strong friendship when we both found friends in different groups..but that would not last long.
between this insane time of ninth grade, i entered mr. dykstras earth science class, little did i know he was a lunatic who hated anyone under the age of seniors and wasn't technically trained to be an earth science teacher, and opposite science was gym, filled with ballerinas and interesting people with the occasional jocks..fun right? but alas i needed to find a friend..well walah..one was found. who became my freakin lifeboat in that insane fifth block of freshman year..go team.
it happens this girl has a twin, but she didnt come around till later in the story.
because obviously there was another, i had known her way back in the day, but in second block spanish our friendship was rekindled when she became my spanish hero, and later..just my hero. from everything with her stomach surgeries to sleepin in math class, many hard & fun times were shared..but much more were to come..
in tenth grade i met the twin..but callin them that doesnt give justice because this girl was completely OPPOSITE from the other one, and i liked her equally as much..and by the middle of that year we were stranded completely alone in a very very very strange health class..with some..interesting..kids and had to make it together..survivor man..luckily we passed, and had a new obsession ;)
but i'm gettin ahead of myself..
in the beginning of that year, my sister and brother both left for college leaving me home alone, which hit me harder than expected and the third girl who was my hero, truly was, and helped me through so many tough times and through that we started having many very good times as well, and became the closest thing to a sister besides me real sister, confusing i know..anyways..also. the first and second girls both shared classes with me as wel..and of course with that? let the good times roll...
so basically the school year ended and i spent every waking moment for the next two weeks with those four girls. having some of the most amazing times of my life, and having some tough times we pulled through as well..they even threw me a surprise bday party :-D coool..but anyways..
in the middle of the summer between vacations, camps, misunderstandings, and other not so wonderrful business..bases lost touch and lost contact..little did i know i was more missed that i would have imagined..
about a week ago, i heard from about three of them of the upsetness i had caused by my fallout, and of course, being me, i spazzed out, said some regrettable things, said some things i don't regret, and basically turned it into a huge mess...
well..one week later..through lots of tears, thoughts, talks, and realizations i came to the conclusion of my story..great story right? and the moral is: never let the preciousness of anything you have get past your eye, because once its gone you'll forever feel a hole of where it was...in my story? i met four of the most amazing girls in the past threeyears. we've had some amazing times, and some awful times, but through all of it i don't regret a single moment spent with them..they became a part of who i am and who i will be, they know more stuff about me than a lot of people do, and there's nothing i'd change about any of them.
so there you have it folks, maybe i won't be a story teller..but in the end..i'm sure my story will turn out picture perfect, and if not..then its not the end.