Me: Anything on your mind, sweetie?
Sara Besserman: Nope, just blogging…
Sara Besserman: haha
Me: Ah, I see.
Me: I should do that. I haven’t made a decent ranting of a day’s thoughts in a while.
(BTW, Bessy’s blog is hither. Und Joe Pomicter’s ist hier.)
I awoke at 1:30pm. Sometime around then, I guess. Crawled over to the computer like I do and checked the usual GMail and forums and blogs and whatever. Adams called right around 2, “What time is the party tonight,” “I just woke up,” etc. Yeah, he was in the same boat of sleepers-in as I.
Did nothing for most of the afternoon (until 5) because I was feeling quite lethargic and all my motions felt heavy. I guess even though I was totally out and stuff for 9 hours I hadn’t slept well.
Sara’s morning and afternoon was at the opposite end of the spectrum from mine, heh. Hecticness and stress all the way to 6pm, culminating in a rush drive to get to Kayla’s party early. -.-
Kayla’s party started at 6. Volleyball was played. Potato Cannons were fired (not near Kayla’s house). Sat in a hot tub with my sweetie for a couple hours. (Yeah, yeah, you’re about to vomit I know.) Watched that Family Guy Movie in her basement and enjoyed those good times. By the time it was all done it was about 1am. Ouch for most of us. (Cake, ice cream, and much food were here and there in between all of this, I assure you.) I ended up driving Sara’s car to bring Rashaad home and also drove it back to my place. (Lucky she lives in the same subdivision as us.)
Today was interesting to say the least, though. Many of us realized this was the last party before all of us move out to our respective futures. This was the last hurrah. And my, it was an excellent party.
It’s been an interesting night as well. I mean, Sara was tired so I drove her car for her. Dad answered the door at home which could’ve been a fiasco had I not suddenly pulled the wet clothes I had from my bag and hung them up and ran upstairs rambling to myself about pictures or the camera (which I also had in the bag). Spoke to some people I hadn’t really spoken to in a while.
Eh, I lost my momentum. So here’s an abrupt blog writing ending.
Was supposed to write something about drama, about Glenn loathing it, about relationship things and boys and girls, and a few other things I can’t remember.
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Random side writing:
Glenn: Why did Tasha have a party? She didn’t graduate.
When he said this, I totally realized that I’d forgotten she didn’t graduate yet. I’d gone to parties for everybody in our group of friends practically, and forgot that she hadn’t graduated yet. I asked myself this question and well… The Q and A was similar to this Family Guy excerpt:
Brian: Hey Stewie, there’s something thunkin’ around in the trunk of my car and I can’t get in there because somebody busted the lock. You have, uh, any idea what that’s about?
Stewie: Oh? Oh, that, pfft. It’s this whole, it’s this whole crazy thing.
The drama, I tell you. *shudders*
“It’s this whole, it’s this whole crazy thing.”
