6.8.02
Irony abounds.
So I got offline on Thursday having plans for Friday night. I went to graduation to sing, which was fine. Normally I don't get choked up until the Senior Song, but since I was singing it this year, I managed to get through it. I almost lost it during warmups...hearing Kitz sing his solo...I'm going to miss that boy so much, I can't put it into words.
But other than that, the ceremony was fine. It was chilly enough that I had to borrow Heiner's jacket so I didn't freeze, and there was no humidity. Ahh. I almost avoided being bored, but not quite. Still, at an hour and a half, I'm sure it's one of the shortest graduations in the area. Yay.
Afterwards, the boys lit up cigars (ick) and I went hunting. I found (and gave hugs to) everyone I thought I may not see again, and some people I would. Including Wendelin.
Wendelin, whose name I may have spelled wrong, was our exchange student for the second half of this year. He ended up hanging out with the same people I found friends in starting in April, and he really grew on me. He's smart, funny, and a genuine, sweet person. And he goes back to Germany on Monday. I'll probably never see him again. How odd. I mean, I know the seniors will be back, but Wendelin won't be. I have his email and hope he'll want to keep in touch, but it's not he same as knowing that Kitz will be back to visit whenever he can.
I'd say something profound about beginnings and endings, but I don't feel like it.
So after graduation, I went out to lunch with Noah and Carter and Danny and Andrew and Lora and Derek and Kara. We had a lot of fun, didn't get kicked out, and barely had enough cash between us to pay for the check. I then returned to school to return my books (which I was only able to manage because Noah works at the Cougar Shop), and Carter and I hung out at my house until she had to go to a doctor.
While she was there, the phone rang. It was Stephen, saying he had to comfort a friend tonight, but I was welcome to join them. At least, I think that's what he said. After I got off the phone with him, I collapsed onto the couch and fell asleep to Office Space. When I woke up, I realized that I'd had a conversation with him, but couldn't for the life of me remember what had happened. So I moped for a bit, being too lazy to look up his number to call and ask, and he appeared online, so I asked there. I ended up going over to his friend Allen's house and the three of us watched Rock Star (with Mark Wahlberg and his hair extensions...) and a 'Behind the Music' on Led Zeppelin. And laughing a lot. I like Allen, I like Stephen. They're good guys, and provided I didn't offend/annoy either of them, I'll hopefully be spending time with 'em both this summer. My friends from school are best left there: at school. I love 'em and everything, but especially the Umbrella People, with whom I identified until the middle of this year, annoy the hell out of me when I realize that there are other, most interesting and fun people that I can spend my time with, watching movies and talking about nothing. (Or, as with these two, music and girls.)
I'm still pissed at Jeff for not calling. I'm working 4-11 tonight, and hopefully he'll stop by and I can rail on 'im. I hate people that don't call. If not, that's fine. I'll either see or hear from him by the end of the summer, since we work for the same people. And he still owes me that book.
I'm listening to the Camerata/Penningtones CD over and over, and singing along. It's so much fun; I'm going to regret not having that this summer. And hopefully Camerata'll have some really ambitious people in it next year and we can write our own music and actually sound good instead of average. (Well, 'Short People' rocked, but I'm rather biased toward that song.) I'm going to miss having Kitz to goof off with, though. I'm going to miss Kitz in general.
As far as the re-design goes, I'm
liking it. You will too.