Yesterday was a little strange, but fun at the same time. It was fairly monotonous until my parents came home and told my sister and me that we were on our own for supper. So we ordered a pizza. I must say that we’ve been getting along a lot better lately. We sometimes actually have fairly decent conversations with each other now – not always, but sometimes. It’s an improvement, at least. But anyways, I went to pick up the pizza from Domino’s, borrowing my sister’s skate shoes for the trip since mine are still soaking wet from getting thrown into the pool. I brought it home, we ate it, and that was that.
I went on MSN and was talking to Kristy – or at least I thought it was her until it turned out to be Steph – and asked them what time they were going over to the Staats’ house and such. I told them I could give them a ride if they wanted since I was going there too, and then I did just that. I picked them up and first drove them to Zehrs to pick up pictures, then headed over to the Staats’ place of residence. This is the last time we’ll get to see Josh and Zeth until about November. In the car on the way there, Steph and Kristy were all excited about Josh’s haircut; they wanted to see it and all that jazz. I sort of just sat there and drove, since I wasn’t too excited about a simple haircut. When we got there, it ended up looking almost like mine – perhaps a bit longer, but whatever. He said that he’d have to get a haircut like every two weeks, since that’s the longest it’s allowed at Liberty. That pretty much sucks.
Anyways, once we got there, Melissa told Steph and Kristy about our “official” status, and they were all excited about that. Steph said, “How come you didn’t tell us?!” I wasn’t going to say that I didn’t get a chance to talk about it because they were busy talking about Josh and Zeth’s hair. It’s not that I wasn’t happy about it or anything, it’s just that I couldn’t get a word in edgewise with all the talk about Kristy wanting to keep Zeth’s hair and talking about his leg hair and such. Boy, nothing like a nice, exciting talk about leg hair – you know, that stuff that grows out of your legs and then dies. That’s always an interesting topic to bring up at parties. If you can’t detect the sarcasm in these past few sentences, get your head checked.
But anyways, everyone was congratulating Melissa and I once they found out. As expected, all the girls were saying, “Awww,” and getting all excited about it, and the guys just gave me a thumbs up and said, “Hey, congrats!” Some might think that this means the girls were happier about the event; however, the interesting thing to note is that these two separate actions are functionally equivalent. You see, most guys never get excited enough about anything to make a huge spectacle of themselves. Sure, there are the odd few that won’t hesitate to jump up and down and scream, but those are the exceptions. So girls hugging me and being all happy about it and guys giving me a thumbs up mean the same thing to me. They’re both forms of congratulations, and this difference between them is also the reason I didn’t really bother to mention the whole ordeal. It’s not because I’m not happy, it’s just because I’m not going to jump up and down and scream over the whole thing. That’s a form of embarrassment I’d like to reserve for very special occasions such as getting saved from falling off a cliff while getting married and singlehandedly foiling a bank robbery all at the same time.
But enough of that. After a few minutes, Zeth came downstairs and asked if I wanted to go to the mall so he could get a backpack. I asked if he needed a lunch pail as well, then said sure, I would go. So off Kristy, Zeth, and I went. He told me that Melissa could go too so I didn’t feel like a third wheel, but I thought I might not want to disturb her while she was watching Dennis the Menace – since she was yelling at people to shut up whenever they talked or even moved. I just told them, “Hey, I don’t feel like a third wheel. I’m just a chauffeur.” I thought it was funny. I’m not sure if they did. But whatever, we headed over to the mall, picked out a backpack, then went into Winners so he could get some shirts as well. While there, I saw Kim working, and went over and said hello to her since I haven’t seen her in ages. She used to work at Quizno’s when I did. She also told me that Jenelle had a Quiz party that I missed out on because they couldn’t find my phone number and I wasn’t online. That was disappointing. I haven’t seen Jenelle in an even longer time. But anyways, she was busy, so I didn’t talk to her for that long. Zeth got some clothes, and then we left.
After we got back, the whole group of us went out to McDonalds and had some fun there. We were going to go go-karting or mini-golfing, but by then it was too late, so we headed back home. Zeth then got his head shaved so he could save on haircuts while at university, and while that was going on, Dave, Angelie, Melissa, and I went out to the park. There we actually had a really good conversation. It started out with just looking at the stars, and then we got talking about just how huge the universe is and how insignificant we are. It then progressed into talking about different religions and what they believe, and also talking about just how much we don’t know about what’s going to happen. It was a really good conversation; I like ones like that. After a while we walked back and started talking about evolution and stuff like that, as well as hearing Angelie talk more about her trip to New Zealand. After that point, I was officially in a contemplative mood. We got back and I sat on the couch just sort of staring off into space. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular really. Angelie and Dave, who were on either side of me, started talking about panzerottis, and I tried putting in a few comments, but I’m really not sure if they made any sense with what they were talking about at all, because I was in my own little world by that time.
Eventually Dave and Angelie left to get panzerottis since Angelie had a craving for them (I think it was her third craving that she had just that night alone). Melissa came and sat down on the couch and ate popcorn, and Luke and another guy whose name I forget were playing guitars. Luke was asking me strange questions about the “band” I was in. I told him it wasn’t really a band, but he kept asking me about who sang and such. I finally tried to explain to him who played what and who sang and such, but at the end of my explanation, he sort of nodded his head, and after a little pause said, “You know, to be honest, I couldn’t hear what you were saying.” I just laughed at that; it was loud with the fan going and the TV on, and I have a tendency to drift off when I’m giving a big explanation. After Josh got back from washing his car, I decided that it was time for me to go home. I had been waiting to say goodbye to both Josh and Zeth, but Zeth was out on a walk with Kristy, and it didn’t look like they were going to be back anytime soon. So I said my goodbyes to Josh and told him to say goodbye to Zeth for me, then I drove home.
Overall, I’d say it was a pretty good night. I won’t get into my “I’m going to miss Josh and Zeth” speech, because there’s not much I can say anyways. I mean, I’m definitely going to miss having them around, but if I go any further than that, it’s going to start to sound quite sappy. They’re good guys and will be missed, but that goes without saying, so I suppose I won’t say it. In spite of them leaving, though, people were happy to see them go off since they’ll have a lot of great times there. I was extra happy because word got out about Melissa and me without me actually having to explain anything. It’s always awkward talking about stuff like that, and I’m glad I could avoid it without looking like some inconsiderate jerk (although perhaps it’s impossible for me not to look like that). In all, I think the title for yesterday’s entry summed it up pretty well; it’s a time of endings and new beginnings. I’d use the same title for today’s entry, but that would be boring. So I’ll just leave it off here and then try and decided on a good title. Perhaps “Man Eaten by Giant Blue Jaguar” doesn’t exactly fit…