5.20.02
So everything that I talked about in my last entry happened, and it was quite a lot of fun.
The movie Thursday night rocked. The dialogue totally blew, but that was expected. The acting wasn’t so great, but I partly blame the script. The action scenes, however, made it all worth it. There’s nothing like a light saber fight on the big screen to bring out the geek in all of us. Granted, there was a stunning lack of be-costumed weirdos out there, but the three weirdos I was with made up for it. I’d never seen Star Wars in the theatres, so this was a big deal, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Nevermind the scene with Yoda (which made me want a Yoda doll of my very own), nevermind the amazing battle scenes, nevermind the incredible music and visual effects…the best part was watching Andrew and James and Jonny when we got back to school, reenacting scenes, cracking jokes, and being their hilarious selves. I love those boys.
Friday was slightly more ‘eh’ than I expected it to be. Work was fine…but I had to belay a kid who was convinced he was Spiderman. This was cute for the first half hour or so, but then it just got kinda old. Regardless, for a five-year-old, he was a good climber. Despite this, though, I’m gettin’ me a rope. I’ve put in a prodeal from Sterling - cuts the price in half – and I’m looking forward to being able to get outside. I may have to wait a bit, since I’ve not been working there the full ninety days (oops – I counted wrong), but it’ll be worth it.
Following work, I went back to Deadline, proofed some pages (I’m good at that), and went home around midnight. I should have gone home directly after work, but oh well…Deadline on Friday nights is fun. I just wish I were an editor so I’d have an excuse to stay. I’m going to be the only senior who’s not in a leadership position for next year – Scott was the only one this year. And I understand it’s because I never took the class, but I’d like to have an excuse to be there later. I’m a dork, but I still love me.
Saturday was, of course, Prom. And it was awesome. Normally, I don’t call school dances awesome, but it was. Josh got in around four thirty, and I entertained him until Kim and Carter showed up, at which point we went upstairs to be girly. I put a blue streak in my hair (it matched my dress, no joke), and Carter and Kim put powders and such on while I twisted my hair into its usual bun and called it art. Eight of us went out to dinner – Me, Josh, Carter, Travis, Kim, Chrisp, Danny, and Lora. Lora looked positively gorgeous. Everyone looked good, but she just blew me away. I'll have pictures soon.
Dinner was nice, even if it took them forever and they neglected to get all of our orders out at once. Oops. And, much to my chagrin, Josh insisted on paying. I was pissed, but he had my wallet and I didn’t have much of a choice. Had we not been in a public place, I might’ve taken him out. I coulda done it, too.
That aside, the dance wasn’t the most spectacular, but it was fun. DJs are always dubious, and this guy was no exception. The best DJ I’ve ever seen was a Trinity’s prom last year; he played good music, and a wide mix. Wilbur played mainly rap and non-dance-to-able stuff. However, the stuff that we couldn’t dance to, we sang with. Josh is a singer (duh), and we had a great time harmonizing (very loudly, I might add) with anything we knew the words to.
Lesse…Carter and I discovered how to put Travis into a coma-like state where all he would do was scream ‘rape’ from time to time. Eisenshit was there with Julie, but I saw (thankfully) very little of him. A giant polarbear came in to sing ‘happy birthday’ to Scott, which was just alarming, and I got to hang out with pretty much everyone.
And then I ran into John (not his real name, duh), which was rather upsetting.
I like John. He’s a good guy with a great sense of a humor, and he’s one of the few who have been upgraded from ‘human being’ to ‘friend’ in the last few months. However, I’d heard him talking about having ‘a few beers’ at one guy’s house beforehand, and I just shook my head. I don’t drink or do anything else that’s illegal, and I don’t see why people have to have tossed a few back to enjoy a dance. Now, I know the girl John was with was hardly reason to want to be sober, but really, what’s the point in having to be careful to avoid all of the teachers and be conscious of who you’re hanging out with and how you’re behaving? I said hello to everyone I knew, including the head of the Upper School, and introduced Josh to a half-dozen teachers. I didn’t have to be concerned about whether or not they thought I was drunk, and I could have just as much fun.
I struck up a conversation with John and was immediately put off by his lucidity. He’s normally something of a quiet guy, keeping mainly to himself. Saturday night, however, he looked slightly off-balance, he talked with none of his habitual reservation, and his entire demeanor was even more gangly than usual. (He’s an insanely tall person.) I just wanted to smack him and ask him what he thought he was doing. But was it my place? Of course not. I just told him to take care of himself and went back to my sober circle on the other side of the room.
I’m still not quite sure what put me off about seeing John so much. I’ve been around drunk people before, moreso than he was. I know he and his friends drink, but they’re still my friends. And yet something about that really upset me. I like the guy a bit; I’ve said that before. And maybe it’s my idealistic point of view, but I think I could really get into him if he simply sobered up.
Honestly, though, who the hell am I to make calls about him? (Or anyone, for that matter?) I’ve known him for ten years (wow), but we’d never really exchanged words until just a few months ago. Still, we get along rather well, and I enjoy his company. He’s something of an enigma to me, but I blame that largely on the fact that I never see him outside of school. I like to think that he goes along with his friends because he doesn’t really know anything else. Maybe he’s super insecure, and just wants to find people he can connect with. Maybe he thinks he can get that with people like Taylor and Danny and myself. Maybe.
And there I go again, psychoanalyzing people like it’s my business. Maybe someday I’ll make a living out of this. In the meantime, though, I’ll just leave it up here for people to read and be offended by.
Anyway, the rest of the dance went fairly well. It was probably the most fun I’ve ever had at a Collegiate dance, and I totally blame Josh for that. He didn’t know anyone there (well, except for Morgan, who he made fun of briefly and then lost track of), and there were no strings attached. And unlike Jordan, he danced. And it was fun.
The only problem is that now I miss him again. I’d gotten over it after States, but now it’s back again. I’m trying to vindicate a road trip to see his graduation in three weeks, but I’m not sure my parents’ll let that fly. But it’s not like I’d just go to see him or anything. It’d also be to say hi to Brice and Travis and John and Josh [B] and the like. Here’s hoping.
After Prom, we went back to Becca’s. I went through cycles of awakeness and asleepness, eventually ending when Kitz and John and Josh and I started singing. It was lots of fun, even if the other people didn’t agree. Honestly, that really pisses me off. At one point, someone came into the room and screamed as loud as she could, trying to throw us off track. It didn’t work, but I got angry. No one had any issue with music playing or bass playing, but the moment four people who love to sing start up, a few people just can’t handle it. And it wasn’t ‘hey, guys, do you mind?’ it was screaming and bitching. Some people enjoyed our music. I know I did. And we weren’t hurting anyone. We were four talented musicians having fun and sounding good. What’s wrong with us having fun? You don’t like it, leave.
That rant aside, I brought Carter and Josh back here around two, and we hung out and watched TV until around three thirty. I slept until nine, when I got up to see Josh and Carter off. And then Josh realized he’d forgotten his jacket at Becca’s. This meant that we had to go fifteen minutes out and back to pick it up. Not that I totally minded; it was a nice drive on a nice morning, but I’d’ve rather been asleep.
All in all, however, the morning wasn’t as bad as the one after Sweet 16 was. I don’t think I frightened Josh like I did Charles, and he’s still my friend.
And then I went back inside and got the plague.
I don’t know what was up, but all of a sudden I couldn’t stop sneezing. I tried to watch Men In Black twice, and fell asleep at the same point both times. (I finished it and watched Dogma today, when I skipped school.) I was exhausted and coughing and sneezing and the whole thing was just not fun. I went to bed around ten, and kept waking up all night. I’ve never been hit that hard with any kind of sickness like this. I still feel slightly lousy, but after taking the day off from school and sleeping for a long time, I feel much, much better.
So now I’m even further behind in
school than I was on Friday. This is
excellent. I have less than a week
to make up several Math tests, a few French quizzes, and who knows what else.
Not to mention the fact that I have a Physics and Precal test tomorrow
and an English project due on Thursday. I'm going to go figure out what I
missed...or perhaps just go straight to bed. This entry has gotten long
enough.