today is...april 11th, the last day of my spring break. after this, I have forty-five school days until I graduate from high school, sixty one calendar days.
I feel like every time I open up this page to post, I have to have some huge, eloquent and poetic post about life, but I'm just not ever in the mood for it, so I haven't updated in weeks. I realize I'm boring and rather banal, but it's my life, and it's actually improving as of late! it's been sort of up-hill since my birthday, I suppose, as far as spending time with my friends and going out with them. last night was truly a night out of the movies, I swear, it could not have been written better by a screenplay author hoping for an indie coming-of-age story. I woke up to a text saying, 'a bunch of us are going to the park tonight i'll pick you up' and, of course, who am I to deny that sort of a text, haha! so for two hours, an absolutely huge amount of us dick off at glen hilton, first on the swings (with the boys doing ridiculous things like jumping and fist bumping in mid-air), then the slides, and then down by the creek, catching salamanders and splashing and kissing and taking pictures.
after the park closes (and the police follow us back to our cars, because yes, it looks rather sketchy that, what, eleven teenagers are all laughing too loudly and throwing each other around and jumping out of trees), we go to taco bell, but even the ride there includes me faux-djing with my friend's itrip on the way there, and my 'set' included a lot of old nelly, n'sync and mickey avalon, and blaring the music at stop lights so the other cars we were with could laugh at us as we sang, "I am gettin' so hot, I'm gonna take my clothes off!" but, we get there and taco bell is deserted - but it wouldn't have been like we cared anyway, because we took over four tables and a booth and just proceeded to decimate our food and share drinks and steal seats and throw sauce packets at each other. somehow we started playing drinking games with our sodas, and when we left, the floor was littered with coin that hadn't made it into cups.
several people went home after that, as it was nearing ten, so we sort of just stood in the parking lot for a while, telling stories and several of the guys smoking, passing around and switching skateboards and jumping out of the back of pick up trucks. we migrated, and by that I mean broke several speed limits, and went to this sort of, octagon that the back of medical buildings made. the guys smoked and threw things and set paper on fire, and started some...rule-less game of hitting each other n the balls. mostly I and the other two girls sat at the car and played music, and they told the guys to stop smoking weed in public.
I mean, it wasn't much, you know? but it was fun, and I don't usually hang out with those friends, so it was nice to have an evening with them. I want it to happen a lot more before we all leave, because there's this impending sense of...the end of things, closing in on us. it's two months to the exact day until we graduate, and we can all feel it in our bones. that this is the end of something with us, and it'll never be the same with us. for most, it's like that change that is positive and turns us into better people, but sadly for some it will be the other way around. but it's a fact of life. I've had a lot of problems with my class as a whole, and some individuals, but I can honestly say, we're something different - even all of the other classes will admit that. we're really close, despite our internal 'cliques' (I hate to use that word, but it's the only one that fits. regardless, I'm still changing my name when I get to chicago, haha. neely nixon, neely marie nixon, what do you think?
and now, it's a return to the mundane, such as cleaning dishes and showering and getting the rest of spring break homework finished, before tomorrow morning rolls around.
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