Friday, August 27, 2004
Memories (of teardrops?)
I have been emotional the last few days... seems like that is the only time I ever write on this... All my friends are leaving off to college whilst I wait here and rot in Watertown. I have yet to re-apply for colleges, really been putting it off... Seems reminiscent of how I got in this situation to begin with. My parents want me to try to get into this religious school. There is no way I could get in with no references and such from pastors and all that jazz.
I had the most marvelous send-off for my friends imaginable. My friend’s party was ending and we were driving about, at some point in which we passed a playground. We got out and proceeded to cavort on the playground and I managed to scrape my elbow... I cannot seem to think of the word for it, like a relapse to youth or something. It was like something out of a tacky ‘growing up’ movie or something.
I should really be in Europe with Joe and Mike right now having the time of my life... For those of you who are uninformed, Mike and Joe invited me to go to Europe with them; in fact, they left this morning. I wanted to go but my dad said no, now he said today he should have let me go... not much I can do now.
I find my mind wandering to times long gone... Elementary school. I remember very clearly our sixth hijinks... Our invention of a “chat room” where it was just us opening a Claris Works document and typing something and closing it when we were done (two people could not have the same file open at once). I also remember having to write, “I will stay in my seat when told” 100 times on the blackboard because the teacher had declared everyone stay in your seats until he comes back, but my keyboard was broken so I was swapping it out. He came back before I had seated, and I got in trouble. Oh, and the time Justin was pretending to squeeze breasts and the teacher noticed and asked “What are you squeezing Mr. Martins” Mr. Menzhuber, he came off as a hard ass but once you got to know him he was just more of an old ass. What a teacher... Called everyone by their last name, I was “Mr. Donat”; Mark Fox was “Foxy Loxy”
Well now I’m sure if anyones actually read this (which I doubt) you are completely annoyed by my blatant overuse of “...” but I love it... lol
I had the most marvelous send-off for my friends imaginable. My friend’s party was ending and we were driving about, at some point in which we passed a playground. We got out and proceeded to cavort on the playground and I managed to scrape my elbow... I cannot seem to think of the word for it, like a relapse to youth or something. It was like something out of a tacky ‘growing up’ movie or something.
I should really be in Europe with Joe and Mike right now having the time of my life... For those of you who are uninformed, Mike and Joe invited me to go to Europe with them; in fact, they left this morning. I wanted to go but my dad said no, now he said today he should have let me go... not much I can do now.
I find my mind wandering to times long gone... Elementary school. I remember very clearly our sixth hijinks... Our invention of a “chat room” where it was just us opening a Claris Works document and typing something and closing it when we were done (two people could not have the same file open at once). I also remember having to write, “I will stay in my seat when told” 100 times on the blackboard because the teacher had declared everyone stay in your seats until he comes back, but my keyboard was broken so I was swapping it out. He came back before I had seated, and I got in trouble. Oh, and the time Justin was pretending to squeeze breasts and the teacher noticed and asked “What are you squeezing Mr. Martins” Mr. Menzhuber, he came off as a hard ass but once you got to know him he was just more of an old ass. What a teacher... Called everyone by their last name, I was “Mr. Donat”; Mark Fox was “Foxy Loxy”
Well now I’m sure if anyones actually read this (which I doubt) you are completely annoyed by my blatant overuse of “...” but I love it... lol