Crazy Weekend Part One

Two balloons float up into a partly cloudy, starlit sky. I stare in wonder as they float away into forever. The night is done. Long day. I'm home. But looking up at the clouds and stars, I just can't help but think... It would've all been better with her around, wouldn't it? ...Silent, "stare up at the sky" moments like these are moments you have to share with someone special like that, I guess.

Being at the party tonight, it wasn't so bad... For a while. The slow sappy songs really got to me after a while, though. I really started to miss her...

-I'm writing in this dreamy, sappy style on purpose tonight. I feel like flushing my system of it before I sleep.-

Yesterday, I "napped" from like, 6 until 9:30... Then I proceeded to get myself ready for bed and slept from 10:15 until 6:30 in the morning.

Awakening, I could hear the rain, the thunder, the wind. It was gonna be a fun day. I love bad weather, provided it doesn't damage anything--it's so interesting and such a sight to behold. It's almost beautiful--actually to me, it is. It's like a night sky: to some it's dark, dreary, and scary, but to me it's tranquil, peaceful, beautiful, and humbling.

It started with me, rushing out the door to get to school, grabbing my backpack and an umbrella before heading out. My car sat out in the rain. The sunroof leaks. The windows were open. But again, I was rushing out. I made it soaked, all the way to school, before I realized that I hadn't grabbed something. My ID. It didn't make much of a difference except like 5 bucks that I'll pay the school some time later.

I had tests for my first three classes. I did nothing for the other three.

The Pep Assembly was decent. I sat in the senior class section, because I was sitting with some friends. I'll post pics of this, and maybe the party, later.

I came out, ranting to myself about how such an event--to celebrate Homecoming and rally the school behind our football team--was centered around building up tension, competition, and basically hatred between the classes. Heh.

Later, I helped out a bit with the party. Like, I had to run out in the pouring rain, help unload a ton of ice, bring down the cake, and then drive to the florist to buy flowers, and then drive to their house to look for the camera, drive back because I couldn't find it, drive back to the house because I was supposed to look for it, and then drive back without finding it again, only to learn that they had it there the whole time....

I saw a bunch of people I recognized from school, which shouldn't have surprised me, but did. Eh... I'll leave it with this.

Me: Dude.
Me: So I was at this party earlier today.
Me: And....yeah.
Chris: Uh huh.
Chris: Who's party.
Me: You know how like, those situations where you're friends with someone, and you're left with some of their friends?
Me: Oh, a friend of mine. We're practically cousins. Known her since forever.
Chris: Yeah.
Chris: Cool.
Me: Anyway, that akward situation was teh WHOLE party.
Me: I was acquainted with some of the people.
Me: But that only made it worse.
Chris: Why didn't you introduce yourself to them.
Chris: Then like make witty commentary on whatever they were talking about.
Me: It would've been smoother if I didn' tknow them in the first place.
Me: I did.
Chris: At parties where you don't really know anyone.
Chris: You have to be kinda obnoxious and outspoken.
Chris: More of the latter.
Me: lol
Me: Well, I kinda sorta knew some of the people.
Me: Which killed all spirit of doing the outspoken thing.
Chris: Oh whatever
Chris: You're shy by nature, aren't you?
Me: Yeah.
Me: Rediculously.

Tomorrow's Homecoming, much to my...happiness? I dunno. I've been going sorta insane for the past few, just because of it. At least it's here, and I'll be with her, and even though stuff can go wrong, it'll never ruin my inner drive, my inner focus.

"Baby, baby, baby, when all your love is gone, who will save me from all I'm up against out in this world? And maybe, maybe, maybe, you'll find something that's enough to keep you, but if the bright lights don't recieve you, you should turn yourself around and come on home..."
-"Bright Lights", by Matchbox Twenty