Never Forgotten?

I watched the speedometer’s needle go to 20. The speed limit was 15. I tried to distract myself…Blaring “Vendetta” by Slipknot on my iPod, trying to drown out any words being said. Looking out the open window at the planes flying so low that I felt like I could touch them. I even clutched the large Vanilla Latte that I’d purchased before continuing onto my final destination. I don’t know why I ordered a hot coffee on such a sticky, humid day, but I did…Anything to keep my mind off the task at hand.

I don’t know if I’d really been looking forward to yesterday or dreading it. I honestly don’t know. I think I just wanted to get it over and done with. The cemetery looked even bigger than it did a year ago. Granted, everything looks bigger and alot more clearer if you haven’t been there in awhile. My mom asked me where she wanted us to park, and I told her. She asked me if I was sure. I was sure. 100% sure. We got out of the car and I immediately walked over to where I’d remembered it was. Apparently, my memory wasn’t as good as I thought because he wasn’t there…I couldn’t find my friend.

I hadn’t been there since last year, but my one best friend had been there later last year, so I called her and asked her exactly where it was. I already knew where it was, but like I said, my memory isn’t that good. She told me and I started walking. After 5 minutes of walking, I became extremely aggravated. Mostly from the heat because it was so hot and humid and because I had a feeling I would never find it. I must have been walking, literally, like an hour around the same section of the cemetery, looking for my friend. Finally, my mom suggested that go inside the office there and ask one of the professionals that work there. I was relieved.

Right when I walked into the office, I felt my body temp go down about 10, maybe 20 degrees. Okay the 20 degrees is exaggerated, but I felt instantly cooler walking in. I asked the woman behind the desk if she could help me find a grave, which obviously she could since she worked there. I gave her the name and she explained it, providing me with a map of the cemetery and where his grave is. She was very helpful and nicer than I honestly would’ve expected. I wish I would’ve caught her name.

I held the map tightly in my hand as my mom rode back to where we started. We both looked at the map and followed the instructions gave by the helpful, nice professional in the office. Even though we were looking in the correct place, we couldn’t find him. I was starting to think that maybe someone was screwing with me. That maybe all of this was a dream. That he was still alive and breathing at his house or with friends. My mind instantly flashed to that ever strange, but familiar room, with flowers galore and playing in the background was the music he loved. Of course it was true. No one was screwing with me. It was real.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, we found it. I must’ve walked past it five or six times before actually stopping to notice. I found it next to a headstone with 117 written in the lower right-hand corner, complete with a #2. According to the map, my friend’s grave was 117, #1. I found it, but it wasn’t at all what I thought. It was just a grave marker. No headstone. Or nothing else for that matter. No flowers, no teddy bears, nothing. Just a grave marker.

I was completely shocked. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at the discolored grass that was growing in just beyond the marker.

How could someone be so negligent? Especially parents? Especially friends? Yes, in an economy that’s rough as hell, it’s hard to afford things, but something like that should be a priority. One year later, and there isn’t even something immortalized in marble to show how amazing your son was? Spare me! That’s pure disrespect for someone who’s fallen. It just disgusted me that there was no headstone. It disgusted me even more that the only flower that I saw visible was the yellow rose I’d put into the ground. His own friends didn’t bother to remember him. Show that they miss him. Show that he wasn’t forgotten. Some friends. I at least thought they’d show that they still cared, still had enough sense to remember him. Just goes to show you how much people change. How much his friends, my friends, our friends changed.

My memory was just as good as I thought it was, I remembered. Never forgotten, huh? Some things just never change.

Live your life everyday like it’s your last because you never know what tomorrow brings.

 

The most fun I’ve had in a long time…

My best friend, Chelsea, and I decided to hang out. It used to be almost like a tradition every since the 8th grade to hang out every weekend and in the summer. Just one day devoted entirely to the two of us hanging out. Sadly, this summer and this past school year, we’ve been pretty much failing horribly on that tradition, and yesterday was a rarity. A good one at that.

We walked from my house to our usual hang out spot, Ridge Park Square. We didn’t have much to talk about because we had been talking almost all weekend and the majority of the week. It was drizzling and very humid! I literally broke a sweat walking, and I usually never do, but I did. The heat from outside pretty much evaporated when we walked in Starbucks, and the large (or as frequent Starbucks patrons would say “Venti”) Strawberries & Crème Frappuccino was, no lie, the best I’ve had to date. While we sat there, observing a couple new paintings on the wall, we talked about how our summer was going. She showed me her class ring she’d gotten for her birthday, then proceeded to tell me about the craziest dream pertaining to the ring. Pretty crazy. XD

After Starbucks, we walked around the Square, still talking about the most random of things. We went into a couple stores and I was absolutely freezing in every one of them. Granted, the A/C was on in all of them, but still. I had the most insane goosebumps. We walked into Bath and Body Works and as usual, I was overwhelmed with smells. Citrus. Vanilla. Peppermint. You name it, it was there. Only a few steps in, and I stumbled upon a new collection called American Grown. There were different body washes/hand soaps with real extracts from different fruits in the U.S. All of them smelled amazing, and just like the real thing, with the exception of the scent entitled ‘Montana Sky’. That smelled like Dawn dishsoap. I ended up purchasing ‘Siesta Key Lemon’.

Walking out of the store, it wasn’t as humid as it was before, but it was still pretty warm. It wasn’t drizzling anymore, which was good. Usually, Chelsea and I have a routine. We hit certain stores, one after the other. Today we wanted to change it up a bit. The two of us got Amp energy drinks, and made fun of the ridiculous pictures in magazines on the shelves. While standing outside the store, we talked about how lame some people’s Myspace pictures look. I don’t have a Myspace because I think it’s extremely overrated (Yes, I said it! Strike me down where I stand XD), but she does, and I some times go on to check hers out because it’s public. She noticed that some people totally knock off other people’s pictures, and I think that’s really stupid. She told me that someone pretty much copied the pose and set up of this one picture of this girl we know from school. Coincidentally, the girl whose picture was  being copied, was at the same store we were at. I smiled at that, and texted her when I got home.

Feeling unusually adventurous, we decided to walk to Best Buy, then across the parking lot to Taco Bell. While in Best Buy, we looked at different cell phones, and she showed me the type of laptop she got as a birthday present. Then, we went through all the alphabetized CD section, despite the fact no one really buys CDs anymore. The last time I got CDs was 2 years ago for Christmas. Growing totally bored of standing around, looking at CDs (possibly loitering…lol), we left the store and proceeded to walk across the parking lot to Taco Bell. On our way to awesome food at cheap prices, she told me that there was the rumored possibility that Avenged Sevenfold might be playing with Metallica when they come to our city in October.  Her and I both saw Avenged in February, and it would be the coolest thing to see them again. Finally, we made it to Taco Bell, even though it wasn’t even that far. It just made me smile ’cause I haven’t been walking that far for awhile.  She ordered a chicken burrito and I ordered a supreme chalupa. Don’t ask me why exactly it’s called a chalupa. XD It’s still really good.

Not feeling like eating it inside, we walked past Best Buy and walked back to the square and ate at the tables outside of the Cold Stone Creamery. A couple minutes after we sat down, some guy with a Taco Bell bag sat at the table across from us. He then, got up, threw his bag away, and went inside Cold Stone Creamery. We both laughed because that was our plan. Taco Bell then Cold Stone Creamery. She told me that when he got up, he looked at me and smiled. My face turned red and I wanted to hit her with my Jack and Sally tote. I still smiled.  We then left the table and went inside Cold Stone. Chelsea got Lemon Italian Sorbet with Country Time Pink Lemonade and sprinkles, and I got a signature ice cream, a Strawberry Blonde. Strawberries, whipped cream, crushed pie crust, and caramel sauce never tasted so incredibly awesome! XD We then walked back to Starbucks and sat down outside, eating our awesome ice cream, waiting to be picked up by my mom.

It was the most fun that I’ve had in a long time. I had a blast hanging out with her. She’s one of my best friends and it’s always fun to hang out with friends. I hope we can do something like this before school starts.

Friends are some times the most sanest people you know.

Not So Pretty…

Early yesterday morning, at 12:56 AM to be exact, my long time friend and I were talking about completely random things. I sent her a link for the video “The Price Of Beauty” by Suicide Silence cause she said she didn’t see it. In it, an already gorgeous young girl is getting plastic surgery done by an insane, sadistic doctor. The ending result was an array of stitches across her already pretty face…Watch for yourself and see what I mean.

After watching it, I realized how truly disgusting plastic surgery is. I mean, getting work done to your face and/or body just because you don’t like a part of yourself is just appalling. It’s crazy that someone would ruin a part of themselves just to look better. I know that people get plastic surgery for actual medical reasons, and that’s completely understandable, but getting it done just to make yourself look good isn’t the same thing.

Ugh!!! It just really annoys me that some people aren’t happy with themselves and feel the need to waste money (hard-earned or obtained from another source) on a nose job or fake boobs or even both possibly in the same operation. I hate people who look absolutely gorgeous and stunning already and then they destroy their natural beauty with implants or dissolving stitches.

Selfish. Narcissistic. People who aren’t happy with themselves need a reality check. Their lives could be alot worse.

Be happy for what you have, not for what you can’t acquire.