It was 1:23am on a Sunday morning.
Running and Playing Pretend
As my feet dashed through the mud of the private property near my house.. I could hear laughing. Why did it sound so familiar? The hidden chuckles propelled me forward.
I jolted by angry rodents and pestered bugs and I saw nothing but the blur that surrounded me. I was running extremely fast, so fast that I don't think my body was ready for the amount of wind surging past my face and rushing through my ears. The stinging in my eyes couldn't take it and immediately started to tear. Not being able to see my surroundings I stumbled, then crashed into the mud that was all over my favorite tennis shoes (It now covered my face and jeans, as also did some minor cuts and bruises. Through the field I had made it into the wood and realized I was probably close enough to see who it was that kept laughing. I was. The joyful laughter stood not 15 feet away, had chopped blond hair and was almost as muddy as me. I recognized him the second I laid my eyes on him.
Seeing the face that I hadn't for two years (days), I sprinted with all might- then well, knocked him over.
This was my best friend! And when he spoke he said the most lovely thing I had heard in ages, "Jane, you're crushing my spine..."
ahem... cough cough... Okay, maybe NOT the LOVELIEST thing I'd ever heard, but it was still him and still his voice.
"I missed you Oskar!" I nearly screamed.
"I missed you too, and I have one question."
"Anything!"
"Why are you still on top of me?"
"Oh yeah... I still am aren't I? Hahaha, well, I can change that." Getting up, feeling disappointed I asked him how he knew I'd be running at this time in the morning. His sarcastic remark made me egg on the importance of playing pretend (Not being shown for profanity).
"Fine.. But, this is the last time Jane, we're getting too old for this..." As he trailed off into the thought of his lines I stared at him patiently, "Um..oh, right. I. Don't. Know. Janet. I. Needed.... Some time to think."
Pretending Over
"Okay Osc, now that our 'hello' is finished what do you want to play? Cops and Robbers? Monsters? Marathon?" I waited expectantly.
"I actually wanted to talk.. My mommy said you were moving today, how come you didn't tell me it was today?"
To tell you the truth I didn't know i was moving that day.. I thought it would be sometime- on a different week, but of course that is what I kept saying to myself every week.
"I didn't know Osk.. I didn't know." My eyes welled up with tears.
"Ah Jane! Are you crying? Really? Come on it's okay! We'll see each other all the time! West Valley isn't that far away from Murray! I can ride my new bike!"
He looked to the ground as if he were trying to figure out how to stop Mt. St. Helens from exploding. Then the most magical thing happened. He kissed my cheek.
"Everything will be okay. Let's play marathon!" and he started running.
Standing shocked I hit myself in the face then started running.
I might've had to leave in 5 hours, but at least I'd always be with Oskar.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The Stones and Sticks of Being 5 and 6
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Mini Shorts and Converse
SUMMER ROMANCE.
Now, I know as I type this that you are immediately thinking of "Grease," the musical. Let's just say this ain't nothin' close to that old movie, nor will it ever be found in the return box at the regular Blockbuster down the street. No, NO, this messy summer romance is MY actual one, and nervously I will type it to you. (Just so everyone/anyone who is reading this knows, my friend Kylie suggested I write this, so all props go to her for making me have the courage to do it!)
I had already dated the kid. Nuff said and done, I didn't want him back, until of course, I was scheduled to hang out with friends at the Copper Hills Park. I'll never forget that lovely sunny day when my sister pulled past the kids I was supposed to hang out with, and I jumped outta her car while it was still moving, plummeting to the road, scuffing my knees and dirtying my new mini shorts.
I just wanted to be with my friends (Can't drive, so this was possibly the only time I would see them), tripping over myself as my sister bellowed angrily at my stunted move, I had finally made it over to the group of people I had been cleaning my house for all morning.
There they stood in their circle, Megs with her short dyed hair and radiant features, Bri with her lovely voice and angry eyes as her sister made a fool of herself, Zach with his big nose and perfect build, Shay with her long hair, K.c with his awkward looks at Bri (who was attracted to him at the time), and then the was Church.. who I oddly was not told was going to be there.
Church would be the Ex I was telling you about in the previous paragraphs. Yuppers, he's the one I've been going gaga over since seventh grade. The normal explanation of this kid is he stands 6'1, has brown eyes, brown hair, a large nose, braces, and really big feet. My Summer explanation of him is he's my knight in faded red Converse, with the perfect sized Hershey eyes that are framed with long butterfly wings, and his smile could break down any wall-especially the ones I built to save myself from these worthless teenage hormones I knew were pointed right in his direction. (bleh)
I know, it's sick I even wrote that, but c'mon I DID tell Kylie I would write it.
Anyway, as soon as I saw my friends I immediately hugged them all and took my place next to K.c. We hung out like this for what seemed to be every week.. and Church and I got into a bigger mess it seemed everyday.
One of these days lead to what I call now, "The Great Day That Fated Disaster." This day consisted of all of our friends having to leave because of previous engagements, unpaid groundings, and babysitting appointments- which let the ex and I to have too much time alone together. We sat in the baseball field and talked- the subject mostly being, "Why Aren't We Dating Anymore?" We went on a walk in the park after a scary call from his mother.. One thing followed the next and we were kissing. Then he left. (Sorry for not a lot of details- personal business)
July third hit, we were dating again, and EVERYTHING was right in the world.
THEN
The clock was ticking, summer itself was ending faster then it was supposed to, and as if the clock's hands were just oiled EVERYTHING moved by way too fast.
SCHOOL STARTS
EVERYTHING still seems to be perfect. Nothing wrong as far as I'm concerned. Church joined the school play and got the lead role, I joined Cross Country, we were having fun being active with our school activities.
QUESTIONS
A Cross Country practice had ended, I walked into the play practice to say hi and my friend was with Church.
Play practice ends.
NEXT DAY
I ask if he liked the friend that was with him, he said no...
The clock strikes twelve.
LUNCH
I'm single.
NEXT DAY
I'm not very happy... to say the least.. :) haha
He tells me he still likes me
and
we leave a bigger mess then Summer could have hoped...
NEXT MONTH
Church dance night.
My friends all tell about the big mistake I was making by trying to be with him, and then they all admit to liking him.
NOW
The Summer Romance that had started off so perfect then, almost too quickly ended in disaster.
No, I didn't enjoy watching him walk away (once again wearing the red Converse I adored so much), but what else was supposed to happen? It's Junior High. It's not like we were going to get married or anything.
:D
Now, I know as I type this that you are immediately thinking of "Grease," the musical. Let's just say this ain't nothin' close to that old movie, nor will it ever be found in the return box at the regular Blockbuster down the street. No, NO, this messy summer romance is MY actual one, and nervously I will type it to you. (Just so everyone/anyone who is reading this knows, my friend Kylie suggested I write this, so all props go to her for making me have the courage to do it!)
I had already dated the kid. Nuff said and done, I didn't want him back, until of course, I was scheduled to hang out with friends at the Copper Hills Park. I'll never forget that lovely sunny day when my sister pulled past the kids I was supposed to hang out with, and I jumped outta her car while it was still moving, plummeting to the road, scuffing my knees and dirtying my new mini shorts.
I just wanted to be with my friends (Can't drive, so this was possibly the only time I would see them), tripping over myself as my sister bellowed angrily at my stunted move, I had finally made it over to the group of people I had been cleaning my house for all morning.
There they stood in their circle, Megs with her short dyed hair and radiant features, Bri with her lovely voice and angry eyes as her sister made a fool of herself, Zach with his big nose and perfect build, Shay with her long hair, K.c with his awkward looks at Bri (who was attracted to him at the time), and then the was Church.. who I oddly was not told was going to be there.
Church would be the Ex I was telling you about in the previous paragraphs. Yuppers, he's the one I've been going gaga over since seventh grade. The normal explanation of this kid is he stands 6'1, has brown eyes, brown hair, a large nose, braces, and really big feet. My Summer explanation of him is he's my knight in faded red Converse, with the perfect sized Hershey eyes that are framed with long butterfly wings, and his smile could break down any wall-especially the ones I built to save myself from these worthless teenage hormones I knew were pointed right in his direction. (bleh)
I know, it's sick I even wrote that, but c'mon I DID tell Kylie I would write it.
Anyway, as soon as I saw my friends I immediately hugged them all and took my place next to K.c. We hung out like this for what seemed to be every week.. and Church and I got into a bigger mess it seemed everyday.
One of these days lead to what I call now, "The Great Day That Fated Disaster." This day consisted of all of our friends having to leave because of previous engagements, unpaid groundings, and babysitting appointments- which let the ex and I to have too much time alone together. We sat in the baseball field and talked- the subject mostly being, "Why Aren't We Dating Anymore?" We went on a walk in the park after a scary call from his mother.. One thing followed the next and we were kissing. Then he left. (Sorry for not a lot of details- personal business)
July third hit, we were dating again, and EVERYTHING was right in the world.
THEN
The clock was ticking, summer itself was ending faster then it was supposed to, and as if the clock's hands were just oiled EVERYTHING moved by way too fast.
SCHOOL STARTS
EVERYTHING still seems to be perfect. Nothing wrong as far as I'm concerned. Church joined the school play and got the lead role, I joined Cross Country, we were having fun being active with our school activities.
QUESTIONS
A Cross Country practice had ended, I walked into the play practice to say hi and my friend was with Church.
Play practice ends.
NEXT DAY
I ask if he liked the friend that was with him, he said no...
The clock strikes twelve.
LUNCH
I'm single.
NEXT DAY
I'm not very happy... to say the least.. :) haha
He tells me he still likes me
and
we leave a bigger mess then Summer could have hoped...
NEXT MONTH
Church dance night.
My friends all tell about the big mistake I was making by trying to be with him, and then they all admit to liking him.
NOW
The Summer Romance that had started off so perfect then, almost too quickly ended in disaster.
No, I didn't enjoy watching him walk away (once again wearing the red Converse I adored so much), but what else was supposed to happen? It's Junior High. It's not like we were going to get married or anything.
:D
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Those Moments
There will always be those days. The days where you see that one hot jogger and then crash your bike into a tree. The days when you're walking in the hallway and the beautiful new kid flips their hair as you blindly run into a locker, then (as if it were planned you..) collapse into the nearest garbage can.
THOSE days have happened to everyone.
But, there are also those other days, when you're fixing your crashed bike and look up to rub the perspiration off your forehead, when you see that one hot jogger- and smile.. then frown quickly as her boyfriend comes running behind her.
The other days when the beautiful new kid comes up to help you out of the can, and you smell as if you washed with yesterday's meatloaf and a dirty sock.
Yuppers, everyone has those days, but it's up to the person living them to make them their own. Sure, it doesn't always come out as Hollywood as you want it to, but as least it's not as predictable!
THOSE days have happened to everyone.
But, there are also those other days, when you're fixing your crashed bike and look up to rub the perspiration off your forehead, when you see that one hot jogger- and smile.. then frown quickly as her boyfriend comes running behind her.
The other days when the beautiful new kid comes up to help you out of the can, and you smell as if you washed with yesterday's meatloaf and a dirty sock.
Yuppers, everyone has those days, but it's up to the person living them to make them their own. Sure, it doesn't always come out as Hollywood as you want it to, but as least it's not as predictable!
The Role Model: Example?
I've never thought about myself as someone people would look up to. Why would they, if I do stupid things like everyone else? I'm not anyone entirely poetic and wise or really pretty and busty, I'm just a dinky, dorky, bubbly teenage girl with black-banded braces and old-man glasses.
So, with these thoughts of what a role model SHOULD be... compared to how I am, you can understand my surprise when a younger friend of mine asked me to have a sleepover with her. She told me that she knew I was a popular person at the school I attend, and if I didn't want to hang out with her she would understand. "Woah," Is the only thought I could have at this point. I totally like this girl, and she really wanted me to accept her invitation to have a sleepover together. It made me feel like a complete jerk when said she thought she wasn't as great as me and that I could blow her off because of it.
I don't ever want to be that person, the person she was explaining, and if she DOES think of me as just, then why in the world is she looking up to me?
So, with these thoughts of what a role model SHOULD be... compared to how I am, you can understand my surprise when a younger friend of mine asked me to have a sleepover with her. She told me that she knew I was a popular person at the school I attend, and if I didn't want to hang out with her she would understand. "Woah," Is the only thought I could have at this point. I totally like this girl, and she really wanted me to accept her invitation to have a sleepover together. It made me feel like a complete jerk when said she thought she wasn't as great as me and that I could blow her off because of it.
I don't ever want to be that person, the person she was explaining, and if she DOES think of me as just, then why in the world is she looking up to me?
Friday, March 26, 2010
The second strangest person beside myself, is the one who has a crush on me
Awkward moments can happen anywhere at any time.
Kissing the girl you like on the cheek for the first time and missing, is just one example of an awkward moment.
Being the crazy gal I am, I went to a mixed sexed party tonight, to celebrate the final four loss of the academic team I was apart of! It was grand , with the nerdy boys I'm attracted to running around everywhere, I never felt more alive. Well, maybe- I mean, there WAS that one time... Anyway, back to my awkward moment example. One particular boy on the teem enjoys my body (if ya know what I mean), we hung out the whole shindig, then at the end of the night he tried to bribe a six-year-old to go up to me and kiss me on the cheek, so he could follow secondly. This I did not know, but I overheard the words "I betcha ten bucks!" Assuming this was something I could participate in I asked the girl next to me what they were betting on. She said something about kissing someone on the teem so I immediately kissed my fellow academic teem member on the cheek without hesitation, while the six-year-old blushed by realizing he was next up to peck at a teem member. As this was all going on in slow motion, the boy that likes me a little too much was moving in fast motion and ended up glossing the left lense of my goggled glasses. He ended up trying again after I voluntarily pecked his cheek,
.... And I have yet to stop smiling. :D
Kissing the girl you like on the cheek for the first time and missing, is just one example of an awkward moment.
Being the crazy gal I am, I went to a mixed sexed party tonight, to celebrate the final four loss of the academic team I was apart of! It was grand , with the nerdy boys I'm attracted to running around everywhere, I never felt more alive. Well, maybe- I mean, there WAS that one time... Anyway, back to my awkward moment example. One particular boy on the teem enjoys my body (if ya know what I mean), we hung out the whole shindig, then at the end of the night he tried to bribe a six-year-old to go up to me and kiss me on the cheek, so he could follow secondly. This I did not know, but I overheard the words "I betcha ten bucks!" Assuming this was something I could participate in I asked the girl next to me what they were betting on. She said something about kissing someone on the teem so I immediately kissed my fellow academic teem member on the cheek without hesitation, while the six-year-old blushed by realizing he was next up to peck at a teem member. As this was all going on in slow motion, the boy that likes me a little too much was moving in fast motion and ended up glossing the left lense of my goggled glasses. He ended up trying again after I voluntarily pecked his cheek,
.... And I have yet to stop smiling. :D
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Pure Excitement
Wow! I have a blog! This is nutso man! --And a whole 'notha reason to be on the internet addicted to random websites (including Facebook, Myyearbook, and Myspace). Where to start.... (the gears are a turning!
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