My hippie friends were hipsters in grade nine. Skinny jeans, patterned hoodies, straightened hair, and headphones have morphed into flowing skirts, cosy shirts, cute slightly unruly waves and curls, and knitting needles (they're also old ladies now). The boys with super short hair once had hair that extended down their foreheads and the backs of their necks. Brown hair was blonde or, in one case, purple. Weight has been lost for the better, weight has been gained for the better. Quiet Christians have turned into party-hardy rebels. The annoying, horny boys are... still horny... but are now bearable to hang out with. Friends have been cut off with hair, and adorned with new wardrobes... even with one specific t-shirt. The arts have brought unlikely comrades closer than anyone could imagine. The creepier freshmen are the centre of attraction as seniors.
I finished my class production at 10:00 on Friday night. I hugged people, squealed excitedly with people who I never would have considered a friend less than two years ago. The girl who was scared to take the bus after 7:00 in middle school sat in the local diner and drank milkshakes with her friends until 11:00 and wanted so badly to accompany them to the party that followed. I told someone who I once spent half-hour long periods glaring at that he was great.
Things change so quickly, and I need these friends for more than just nine more months. In 3/4 of a year, I will be going to university. In 3/4 of a year, I will be leaving most, if not all, of the people I have grown so close to. I will likely say goodbye to my family and hello to a brand new frightening world of post-secondary education. The next step towards real life.
Reality. Why don't we escape that for a minute and consider my quite unrealistic goal of snagging the boy I like. A Herculean task with several steps... the most important being... "They end things." It's a terrible notion considering how happy he clearly is but, I don't know, there's something within me that just wants him. Speaking of relationships... if EVERYONE AT THE SCHOOL knows that two people are into each other and they're both just waiting for the other to make the first move, why don't they just collectively agree to get together? I mean, they made out at a party like 3 weeks ago, and the guy has already gone through the awkwardness of asking her out... over a year ago. So why don't they just stop being stupid and just sit down and have the conversation already? Everyone is just waiting for them to become a couple at this point. It's funny that as soon as the play ends my life becomes nostalgia and high school gossip. I am so lame
Major assignments completed: 9
Days 'til Christmas: 19
Days 'til Christmas: 19
Weight lost: 32 pounds
