Old School Love Affair

I know I’ve said this before. Friends can suck. Old school friends can suck. You think that you’ll be friends ‘forever’ until one or all of them become stupid and ignorant. I’ve said this before. I know I have.

The friends I knew in junior high are totally different people.  Whether I talk to all of them or not. I know this all too well.  When I first met them, it seemed automatic, be nice to the new girl or something. I thought that maybe it was just a phase or nice gesture that wouldn’t last. It did last, though. Something connected us and, at the time, no one could break that. Most of my friends then were guys, with the exception of one girl, and no, it was nothing like what you’re probably thinking. At the school I’d went to before, all my friends were girls, so it was kind of weird that most of my friends at my new school were guys.

Back then, some 5 or 6 years ago, we were the greatest of friends. There was this kind of camaraderie between all my friends and I. Honestly, I sometimes miss that. Other times, I just get sick that I even knew those people then, and that I know them now. Or at least I think I know them. It’s amazing what you can learn about people, or how annoyed you can become with people you’ve known long enough to the point that it’s ok to become annoyed by something they say or do. Sometimes, it just gets to that point.

Needless to say, as I’ve already pretty much stated, I miss the old school camaraderie my friends and I once shared. Before we all went our separate ways. Before two of them became wrapped up in the ever-so-popular party scene. Before one of them changed completely. Before one of them became incredibly induced with the ‘love of their life’. Before one of them committed suicide…My God don’t you just adore today’s youth? I say it’s pretty appalling.

Friends can suck. Old school friends can suck even more. You know this. I know this. I’ve said this. I just did.

Lay in the wake of a friendship that will never die, or for some, die too quickly.

Uneventful Game of ‘Wits’

Forget volleyball. It’s not that I’ve given up playing volleyball. That’s not the case at all. I just refuse to get plowed over by people who are taller and stronger than me. Or to play with people who have no idea how to play. Not my cup of lemon tea…

The volleyball net is in the middle of the gym, with two basketball hoops on either side. There are two gym classes the period I have gym, my gym class and the other gym class. This usually means that boys who hope to be the next big thing in basketball, totally dominate both of the hoops.  Heightening the risk for me or really anyone else, to be ran over by ignorant boys. The entire reason why I don’t even bother playing volleyball.

Yesterday, it seemed like there were somehow more people than there were last week. More than likely the reason why we weren’t penalized if we didn’t wear our appropriate gym attire. I took advantage of this opportunity. I forgot my clothes in my locker upstairs anyway.  For some reason, I just didn’t feel like even doing anything. I wasn’t physically ready for gym, and I couldn’t help but count the minutes til my last bell of the day rang.

Despite the fact there were more people, there weren’t as many guys playing basketball. I figured I actually would pass the time playing volleyball. I wish I hadn’t. I wish I had finished the last 8 pages of the book I was reading. Part of me appreciates that I did. It only confirmed how irritating people can be. I know that it’s not easy playing volleyball. When I first started playing in 6th grade, I sucked, but over time I became better. But not being able to hit the ball straight? To the person right in front of you? It’s not that hard. Some people aren’t athletic and what not, but it’s not complicated.

The teams were pretty freakin’ uneven. There were, like, 6 or 7 people on the opposing team, and 4 on the team I was on. They weren’t in any type of positions, either. Just one semi-straight line of people, waiting for the ball to come their way. Some people were hitting the ball too hard, others too lightly. After awhile, I didn’t even hit the ball if it came to me. I didn’t care. Very uneventful. It was a pretty pointless game. Wished I hadn’t played.

Just another way people can get on my nerves and force me to look down on them because they’re ignorant. This is just a whole lot of ranting. Plenty more to come in the future.

Physical education = A joke

Something to brighten my day

It’s the first day of September, and being the first day of September, you never know what’s going to happen. Granted, you never really know what’s gonna happen anyway, but the world is filled with surprises. And today, I got a very cheerful surprise.

I was walking home from school today. I didn’t really get very far, though. Just past the football field that’s behind school. It looked ever so deserted. I don’t think our team has played on it yet. I was walking past it, admiring it’s emptiness, when I heard a horn beep. At first I had no idea who was beeping at me, and was surprised I could still hear it above my earbuds. I’ve learned my lesson…Car horns and vocal chords can sometimes be louder than the volume of an iPod. I looked and saw it was my friend Trisha. I shut my iPod off and walked to the passenger’s side window. She asked me if I wanted a ride. I said sure.

I climbed into the van, and for some reason, was really surprised to see her. I honestly don’t know why. I think I have this thing where, I think it’s kinda different. Very open, candid. Some of my friends are already honest and totally straightforward, but to me, it just seems kinda different.

She asked me where I lived, and I told her what street. I must have thanked her for the ride 10 times. 😉 She told me it was her mom’s van. I said I wished I could drive. She asked when I turned 18…I said tomorrow. She smiled, and said that was cool. Pulling into my driveway, she asked me what my favorite candy bar was. I said Milky Way or Twix. I thanked her another 10 times for the ride. She said she’d text me.

Like, 4 hours later I got a text. It was from Trisha. She had a gift for me, and she wanted to know if she could drop it off. Of course! She called me before she pulled in. She forgot my address. I told her and she finally pulled in. I opened the front door and meet her out front. She was carrying a red bag with a white bow. Inside was a pack of Twix candy bars, a Milky Way, an AMP energy drink, and tiny PEZ candies, all wrapped in black wax paper. I was so surprised! I just mentioned that it was my birthday tomorrow, and she bought me something. I thought that was really cool. Super nice. Like the thing with the ride, I must have thanked her another 10 times. I was just surprised and happy.

We talked for a bit, then parted ways. She got in the van and I said bye through the driver’s side window. It was nice to have a surprise like that. I was also really surprised that only two of my friends said anything about my birthday. Granted, it’s not til tomorrow, but still. It was good, though. Surprises are always good.

Full of surprises, my day was definitely brightened.