Hooplah.Org A Story of Graceful Stumbles

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Eee! I'm leaving now!

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Just because I like the cothes I'm wearing, I took pictures.

jazzy(05312001).jpg. A picture of jazzy. I had just gotten done brushing her, so she was still watching me, seeing if I would come back and brush her more.

Me just posing for the camera: chrisy1(05312001).jpg, chrisy2(05312001).jpg, chrisy3(05312001).jpg, and chrisy4(05312001).jpg.

Me, posing my butt. Heh. I'm in a goofy mood. Tired as hell, but goofy: butt1(05312001).jpg and butt2(05312001).jpg.

Pictures taken in motion, while I was spinning around and what not. Can't make anything out in them, but I like them: motion1(05312001).jpg, motion2(05312001).jpg, and motion3(05312001).jpg.

And, this is just a front and back of me standing. I really love this shirt, and these pants: standing1(05312001).jpg and standing2(05312001).jpg.

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I'm skipping Algebra this morning. Again. I got a 70 some on my last test because I was skipping too much. I am perfectly capable to come today. Actually, going to the senior picnic would probably be more appreciated to have right after a class. But yesterday I found that I understand the material I've been missing surprisingly well, and there is freaking 3 1/2 days left. I don't much care anymore. I know I'm probably not going to be exempt from the exam, because I have also missed two quizzes this 6 weeks. It's alright. I've gotten to the point where I'm tired of high school, and the full days, and the teachers who baby you and pester you. I'm tired of being in classes with 15 year olds, who are not necessarily bad people, but they just make me feel old and make the things that I have accomplish seem like all the wrong decisions because they have all the time in the world to do just the opposite and come out of it all with a more pleasant outcome. I don't know how I feel about leaving high school anymore... I just don't know if I can bare losing my friends to time and distance.

So, today is the senior picnic. In a mere 2 and a 1/2 hours, I will be out on the track (or possibly on the softball field, as the flyer added), with the rest of the senior class. People are bringing grills, water slides, and sprinkler shit. I thought about wearing a bathing suit, but I don't feel like hunting through the boxes in the garage looking for a bathing suit. Ehh... Who knows, maybe I will, now that I think about it. Got more than an hour to kill before I even need to think about leaving. But, anyway, the picnic. On the flyer, it said that everyone should bring something, so after work, I bought two things of cookies, because they were also on sale. What I did afterwork was a whole nother story that I am not sure I want to get into. Oh, hell, briefly:

I have a friend, named Dustie. Known her since, uhm, somewhere between 1st and 4th grade. Probably sooner, or maybe not. Anyway, Dustie and me grew apart when we were freshmen, because she became a little too self involved for my taste. During this time, she started dating a 25 year old. His name is Avery. They were together for roughly a year and a 1/2, and broke up about a month ago. Dustie is already with someone else, while Avery is still looking. On Tuesday, Amanda came into Food Lion and told me that while she was talking to Avery on the phone, he said he was interested in dating me. While that hit me rather funny, I just smiled and nodded, and she told me that she would tell Avery when I worked next, which was the next day. Sure enough, yesterday, I saw him numerous times. I can't really even count how many times, but he must have basically spent more than an hour in total coming in and out of Food Lion while I was working. When 10 o'clock came around, he was back in the store... I was helping bag a couple of very large orders before I clocked out. He stood to the left of me, watching me bag, and talking to me. Saying how he liked to watch people bag, and just about other random stuff. When I was done bagging, we went out into the parking lot. I remembered about having to buy the cookies for the picnic, so we went back inside. We were chatting, and what not. I went through the checkout, and I used his MVP card to get the sales on the cookies. When we went back outside, his car had been toilet papered. I knew by who, and I knew why. Earlier in the day, I had spoken to another guy named Robert about Avery wanting to date me. They're basically apart of the same social circle, or are linked by a couple of people. Robert told me that if Avery made me uncomfortable, that Robert would have no problem with talking to him, as Robert confessed to not really liking/knowing Avery. When me and Avery were entering Food Lion a second time, I saw Robert leaving. So, I know it was him. We cleaned up his car, and talked more. We started talking more... And even though it wasn't that I found him annoying, or terrible company, I hate being caught after work to talk. Jason used to do that sometimes, and it would drive me nuts. Avery had parked beside Carl's truck, and I was leaning against it while we talked. It was on a variety of subjects... It lasted for an hour. In this time, he bluntly confessed to having interest in me. Many different times and ways, actually. Very blunt. At around 11, or possibly earlier, Carl came out to his truck, and made a comment asking whether I had gotten permission to lean against his truck. Almost instantly, him and Avery got into some sort of car conversation that I just seemed to be observing. We all talked about random stuff, including relationships. Around 11:30, my dad came up to Food Lion. He drove the car up beside me, and gave me a very odd look. I saw/heard him say that it was 11:30, which I understood. I knew it was late. He then drove away, without a nother word. A little while later, another stocker, who's name I had forgotten, came over to tell me that my dad had called Food Lion a little while ago. Then we all got talking about relationships and sex again. And, uhm.. It was freezing, and my legs were killing me. Avery kept offering me his jacket, or to sit on his car, but I wouldn't. Just said, "No, I'm ok." A little bit later, around 12, we all left. First the nameless stocker, then Carl. That left me and Avery. He wanted to give me his phone number, and I tried to tell him what a horrible person I am at calling people, especially new people. So, to compromise, I gave him my e-mail address, and he gave me his phone number. I'm not sure how I feel about contacting him, because I'm still trying to perfect how I plan on functioning in relationships. And I'm going to college in the fall... I was looking forward to meeting someone there, so that I could have a non-long distance relationship. A local booty call, of sorts. I am so sick of long distant relationships... They messed my perspective of relationships up, and I really need something a little more solid to follow up with so that my perspective won't be messed up for good. Blah. But, anyway, when I got home, my father said nothing to me. He was asleep. He has said nothing to me, other than to tell me that there was chocolate milk in the fridge. Bullshit that was a short recap.

Anyway... at the picnic. Also mentioned on the flyer that the makers of the picnic notice said that they had become aware of the fact that some people wanted to have lawn mower races. Uhm? This was the first I had heard of something like that. Me and Avery were talking about it as we were entering Food Lion the second time, and a guy overheard us, and made a comment how some people fix the mowers up and care for them as person may do for a car. Freaky shit. I'll be sure to get a picture of a race or two, if people actually do bring the lawn mowers to school. And I'll also be sure to take a picture of the "FUCK OC" that was recently spray painted in green on the Orange County Fighting Hornets little wall at the back of the school.

Tomorrow is the senior assembly, when we sit in the gym, cap and gown and the whole works, and have awards given out, and then watch the senior slide show of pictures we have submitted of us in our childhood. I put at least 20 pictures in. Stephen told me in the car yesterday that Kristen Y. told him that they "got him good," in terms of pictures for the slide show. And I know exactly what picture she was talking about. 6th grade, 50's day in the gym, I called out his name, and he swung around, saying "wha." Right then, I got him. Hehe. Damn, I wish they would put a copy of the senior slide show on the graduation tape. Hell, who knows, they might. I vaguely remember seeing someone video tape it, possibly during sophomore year. Hell, maybe last year. So, they might actually do it. I would love it if they did. Anyway, after the assembly, I think the seniors and family are then given lunch, which is cool. After words, I think graduation practice follows. It's going to be a busy next two days. Damn, I've been looking forward to this shit all year. Can't wait. I'm going to have pictures coming out of my arse, I swear. I want them. I need them. I need to remember this.

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I cannot wait until tomorrow. It's the senior picnic, and all the seniors are going to be having a little outing on the track from roughly 11 until 3. Kick ass. They were giving out flyers at lunch. The insulting part was that there was a girl, rather popular, who was handing out the flyers to cars that were passing. When we (me, Lindsay, and Carl) came up to her, she couldn't decide whether we were seniors or not, when we've been in the same grade since 7th. Also... We were arriving back from having gone out to lunch, while seniors are the only ones allowed to do so. Pretty embarrassing to her.

But I can fucking wait. I'm going to buy some stuff for it when I get off work. Can't wait.

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I am so, so glad I have tomorrow off from school. Or, I guess that would be today. The only bad part is that I have to work, which is shitty. I have to work Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I only work 4-7 on Thursday. There's a whole little story behind that and what not. There's lots of stuff I wish I had gotten motivated enough to write about recently. It's just been a really blah time.. All I wanted to accomplish today was to clean my room, and clean the guinea pig cages. And no matter what I did, nothing could get me to do it. Very weird. Like I didn't have control over my own actions. Just kept doing the things I knew I didn't want to do.