Friday Night Memories @ MindSay

Oh What a Weekend:

Friday night party at the Vanella's
- Mrs. Vanella, I like everything you do - I like the way you move! - Sean
- Thumper
- Yohe, Chris, Josh, John with the funny shirt(s)
- Jimmy Buffett in the kitchen
- The lights going out...twice...
- Bomb punch chugging contest between Joey and his mom
- 13
- NICOLE
- 43 year old women; Quinny and John.  Discuss.
- Rick Rude baseball games.
- 3 bouts of rain and storm, and then...the sprinklers came on.
- Nicole and I told Kathy the hotdog story...

Saturday night block party in Island Park
- Lindsay, Kristina, Nora, Jaimie
- EDWIN.  And Edwin remembering the good old days when I called him EdLOSE <3
- Erin not able to call me
- Etienne.  Etienne actually GREW.  Maybe 5 inches?  I think he broke 7 feet a whiiiiiile ago....eep!
- "I've seen Emily more in the last 2 nights than I have in the last 4 years" "6 years, Chris"  "Shiiiiiiiiiit"
- "You look really familiar. I know you" - Dan Travers, who I used to live around the corner from.  The boy who used to offer me rides - such a nice family.  Glad I didn't mess up and call him Sean.  I can't believe Sean has been dead for 5 years. I can't believe I didn't go to the memorial while I was so near by.  I wish I knew him better; I have never heard a bad word spoken about him.
- Bomb and his cousin, La Bamba.
- Old crushes.  For the first time since I was a senior in high school, I was in the same vacinity as Danny K.  We took our time to talk to each other (though I talked quite a bit to George, to be shared below), but eventually got there.  Joked about how I don't live in WH anymore, had to get to Mass, and how I was turning tricks to get there.  I was able to be brave enough that when he said that was a lot of tricks, I told him '2 at the most; I'm just that good'.  5 yaers ago I would NEVER have had the balls to deliver a line like that.  Baby steps.  He's still really cute, unfortunately.  He got heavier (I saw photos) but looked better last night.  Couldn't see his eyes in the darkness, but I know they're still gorgeous. 
- George:  "When we had that class together, we were friends".  We were friends?  George and I?  Hilarious.  Also, I called George 'Rob' by accident (actually, I said, 'where IS George' and he said "I AM George". I miss Rob).
- John with the funny shirts (last night's was about squirrels) went to give me a hug and just went and picked me up.
- Getting to put my feet up on George's back.
- Realizing I STILL don't like Mike T., and that it's OKAY that I still think he's a douchebag.  I don't have to like everyone, and I really don't like him.  He was such a jerk back then, and even though we didn't exchange words, I know he's still the same kid.  Hasn't evolved at all.  Chestnut's probably the exact same way.  I have forgiven everyone else; I mean, I hugged and kissed Yohe, who I know was one of them....but I will never forgive Teich and Chestnut for continuing it.  And it feels GOOD to not just forgive them because time has passed. 

i have a hickey.

he does too.

hehe.

friday night was fun!

i got my permit today.

and i went to work.

i drove home form the license bureau.

i think my dad bout wet himself. hehe...

TTYL*

Ciao,

Mariah

 

This weekend was awesome, except for 2 things.  One of my best friends, Kayla, came over from Friday afterschool till late Saturday night. Friday afterschool, we went to my grandpa's house to pick up sticks and stuff for some money this weekend. Then we came back to my house, got ready for that night. Friday night, we went to town to watch the school play. We got there a little over 1 hour early. So we went to Dollar General to get a 2 liter of mountian dew, and some pixi sticks. We started to walk away, then stopped. While we stopped we were putting the pixi sticks in one of our purses. Whie we were doing that, these 2 guys drove by. They started to check us out while they drove by. So after that, and finishing putting the pixi sticks in the purse, we started to walk back to the school. We got there and waiting for Chucky, Kayla's boyfriend, to get there. After a while, I saw a guy come up the sidewalk of the school. I remembered the pics from Kayla of Chucky. I told Kayla to look to her left, but she looked to her right. I was right, it was Chucky. I made a bad first impression of him meetig me. I was so hyper. Well, we had a plan that when everybody was bowing after the play that I would scream, "That's my mommy!", when my "mommy" would come out to bow. Yes, at school I have a school family. So I did, and my "mommy"'s mommy heard me. I thought that I wasn't loud enough but I was. haha So the night ended, and Kayla and I went home. We got home, and we didn't get to bed untill midnight, and we prolly didn't fall asleep untill like 1ish. Kayla couldn't sleep on the floor, so she slept in my bed, and I started to try to sleep in my closet, but then I went to sleep on the floor. Then we got up at 7. I was awake, but not fully awake. So when I picked me head up, I saw Kayla with a hair tie ready to be flung at me. So we got up, and got something to eat. We had to be at my church at 10am for something that we were doing. Then after that, we came home and Kayla did her hair and got some lunch. While Kayla was doing her hair and after she was done, we were talking about one of our other friends, Ally. She has been getting on our nerves with everything. We want to tell her, but we don't know how she will react. So we might, but then might not tell her. After we talked, we got ready for that night too. Saturday night, we were going to Teen Skate to meet Chucky, and get to see Joey there. Peter, Madeline, Crystal, Kayla, and I all went together in Peter's car. We got there a half hour too early. So we all sat in Peter's car talking. Then we went in and saw that Chucky was there. We talked to him for a while, then we were able to get in. So we got in, and started to skate and stuff. While I was just standing there by Kayla and everybody, they saw Joey, but I didn't. They told me, "Mary guess who's here?" I turned around, and saw Joey walking by. We all skated for a while, then we stopped. Of course I didn't because I am always too nervous to talk to him. While Joey was skating by himself, Chucky kept on yelling stuff out to Joey. I got mad and I just left and started to skate by myself. When I came back, Chucky tried to make me feel better. I told him why I didn't want him to yell stuff out to him because I don't like it, and then I started to cry. I tried to hide it from Joey because I didn't want him to see me crying because then I would have to tell him why. When the girls chorale started, all my friends told me to go ask him to skate with me. Madeline started to walk over to him, but I stopped her. Then the boys chorale started and he came over and asked if I wanted to skate, so I did. Of course I did. lol So we skated for a while then stopped because we had to switch partners. So I went to go sit down. After the whole thing was over, Joey came over and told us that he was leaving. So I stood up and we gave eachother a hug goodbye. Kayla wanted a picture of him and a picture of him and me. She took the picture of him, then she started to take a picture of both of us, then the batteries died. Stupid batteries!!! Then we left, and all the way home, we all talked about girl things and stuff like that. Peter and Kayla both told me what they thought of Joey. I got home at around 11ish that night. I am so tired from this weekend, it's not even funny. I hate being so nervous to talk to Joey. I really really hate it. I have to try to stop being nervous to talk to him, because I would talk to him at my birthday party and at camp. Well i'm going to go to bed now. Bye bye people.

I'll give you an imaginary cracker (ooh, saltine) if you can tell me (who) thought (who)'s brain was made of crackers from the story below.  And only half if it's in my "quote" thingie; there's another person.  (Though I doubt anyone will want to dig through the whole thing, hahahah.)

   I saw Rent on Friday night... Yeah, it's a little out there at times.  But it was AWESOME!  I mean, the music is so catchy, I had it stuck in my head all night, and the next morning.  Someday I'll have to try and get the soundtrack....Really, it's that good. *__*

   I have this week off, since we have spring break early.  I was kind of a bum today, eheh.  Although I got up at 9:30 A.M., go me! ^^ Really, I was up until midnight-ish with all those final projects and studying last week.  I slept in until 1:45 P.M. on Friday! Holy crap!  That beats my old record of 12:30...  But I was actually sleeping the whole time, that's the weird part.  I wasn't just sitting in bed or anything...  Luckily I snapped out of that, or it could've gotten WAAAY worse. Being nocturnal isn't very fun when you want to actually DO stuff with your day off. 

  Today I finished my math take-home test, and sent it in the mailbox.  The realization of having homework freaked me out last night; I had completely forgotten. ^^;  But it didn't have to be postmarked until Monday, so it all worked out.  Then I was pretty much drawing for the rest of the day. I had almost forgotten how much fun it is, since I've been so busy.  I turned one of my lesser-used sketchpads into a sketch diary/journal.  Like a combination of drawing and writing... I always thought it'd be really cool to have one of those.  Of course, I'll still use my regular one.  I'm on journal #6 now, not counting the other ones where I randomly stopped using them when I was about halfway through (Such as the little ranbow one where all the pages fell out, the ugly one, and the other ugly one. (from last year's Girl Scout stuff...  Seriously, it was a hoodie on a neck with no head, lol.  And those goofy cat eyes that were staring at me. o_o)).  Erm, anyway.

  Speaking of Girl Scouts, this is the first year since 2nd grade (I'm in 9th now) that we're not selling cookies. No cookie mom, you see. Oh well, last year I was stupid and got like a million orders from school and they clogged up my locker (not to mention our living room) for weeks.  So that's the one thing I don't miss. ^^

  I was at a sleepover at my friend's house on Saturday!!! (Molly, if you'd know her...) I was awesome, we had pizza and KFC. *drool*

 

If my words could be heard, I'de speak of the long nights I sit, awake in my room. Looking dreamily outward of my window, mezmorized by the stinging lights I see.
Memories come flooding back, the good and the bad, the marvolous, majestic, beauitful, and discarseful. The city. The diversity, culutre, the music, style, the attitude, and the personification.
People going there, crowded metros, overflowing corner caffes'.
The strip. Main street.  Studio apartments. One room flats.
The suburbs. Fenced Neighborhoods. Mansions. Country clubs.
It's the city.
It calls to me. I long for it.
Driving down main, with nothing but the freash cold air from the window, half asleep. Taking in the takeout, perfume, smog, and cigarete smell. The night life.
Concerts, poetry slams, coffee house open mic night.
The memories flash. New as yesterday. Tattered, yes, and torn, maybe. But never faded.
Dipicting people, places, style, and scenes in my mind.
Like an old projector, lighting up empty space, on an old sheet, on a distorted wall.
The images covers up the blood stains on that once white sheet. The blood covers up the distorted markings on the wall. The marking cover up me. My secrets. My hopes, dreams, fantasies, passions, fears, phobias, loves, loses, hate, gains, my endless list of me.
But I ask the question that brings me back to reality, "What is me? Who am I? Who is this person in the mirror?"
I don't know. Will I ever? Then I am taken aback once renowned again, "What is reality? What is fantasy? Where do you draw the line?"
I don't know. Will I ever?
I don't know the defintion of either or all, but I feel the meanings in the city, driving down main, with nothing but the freash, cold air from the
window, half asleep. Taking in the takeout, perfume, smog, and cigarete
smell. The night life. In the one place I feel alive.
Sitting next to you.