Aug 26, 2005 22:48
Tonight was freaking awesome. Here's all that happened. When school got out mandi, keith, laura, amanda, jazmyne, cassandra and dustin were all going to paradise and go bowling before the game and they invited me. To my surprise my parents(well actually mom wears the pants about things I do) let me go without being interigated for a half and hour. So after we all got there keith paid for the pizza and drinks even though we protested against it and I bought my shoes. We made up names to put in the monitor, which was pretty neat because everyone had an alias that they had some wild story to tell with it. It was just awesome, I finally let myself go and just let my hair down and was ME, the side that my parents see most of the time. I mean we were in the bowling alley dancing, singing to the jukebox, making stupid sometimes perverted comments about things, while all the time in the presents of a six year olds birthday party, packed with parents that well lets just say we stood up to our stereotype there. Then after word we all left and headed for the game. Snuck in through the band entrance, got in trouble because some guy thought that we were going to steal the drill teams stuff so he made us leave. Then we found our seats and were still so hyper that we would partisipate with the cheerleaders in there little cheers,sway back and forth whenever the band would play a song and shouted the school song as loud as possible.
However, things did happen that made my wheels start to turn again after three months of being broken. Um.... I really need to talk about it, but I know I know the answer and the reasons and however much you want to turn back time, you just can't. I just don't know whether I should keep telling myself the things I needed to hear at that time or just rethink everything and put it all back on me which right know even writing this I know isn't true. However stressful this is I am glad that I'm not the only one having the same problem and to this person I really appreciate you listening when others don't and know that I'll be there for you the same way you are there for me.
Jeez, teenage years are so difficult. I just don't get how adults don't remember all the drama that goes on here that shaped them to who they are today. There is no way that they can say that there is nothing that they regret about something that happen in high school, because it just sticks.
Well anyway I felt that out of all the nights to write I figured this one would be a little bit more peppier than the days that I just wanted to write and complain which I still want to but need to go to bed:)
To Steph:
Hey, hope college is going good and remember if you ever want someone to come to the college games you know who to call. Call me whenever you want to talk or hang out. Jessi