Racing Through the City, Windows Down - Post #216

So, new banner up there. Kind of proud of that. What do you think?

So...news...Friday was the biology final. Not bad, it was a fair assessment, even if it was repetitive. Then I was making a fish face at Rachel and Bill and Mr. J cought me and laughed at me...and I got "the look"...ah well.

Then I went home, and Tom stopped by on his way home from work, and we just sat on my picnic table and drank iced tea for like an hour. And it was nice. It made me smile. Then I went to Jackie's and jumped on the trampoline with Rachel and Bri, and then we all went to the movies with Tom and Brandon and Shawn, and then back to Jackie's with Bri, Rachel, and Jess to sleep. Or try to, anyways.

Then today I went home and argued with my dad, who wants to break up the aforementioned picnic table because it's old and icky. I said no. Way too many memories attached to that thing. Scraping snow off it every winter, sitting on top of it instead of on the benches every fall, using it to hold the pool stuff every summer. It's been there ever since I can remember. I don't like change like that.

So tomorrow I'm spending father's day sanding all the old paint off and the wood down to see if I can get it to look good again. I'll miss it if it's gone.

Then...I went to Andrew's pool party, hung out with Neils and Tina and Tam and Christa and Sarah and Andrew and Josh and Justin and Catherine and Zack and the lizard. Hehe. Love that lizard. And I got a hug from Bill, because his mom told him to. XD I went over there so I could explode, but hugs are less damaging to the eardrum, I suppose. So yeah, too much food, too many inflatable bananas, and a cannonball gone wrong that led to REALLY sore legs. And Christa and I rewerote "This is Why I'm Hot" to "That's a Giant Goose." That goose is pretty fake. That goose is pretty cool. That's a giant, that's a giant, that's a giant goose.

Then I stole Cat and we went to Rachel, Jackie, Bri, and Jess's recital. Boogie Wonderland was awesome, followed by...probably Rachel and Jess's improv to Black Betty and Jackie and Jess's It's Raining Men.

Then Cat and I went to Rachel's to hang, but got there before she did and actually had a normal conversation with her brother. It was kind of like, "Wow, he can actually see us?" Hehe.

So we watched Legally Blonde and talked about nothing and ate rocky road ice cream and stayed there until we were starting to fall asleep.

So now I'm here...equally tired, but kind of happy, kind of sad. Contemplative. The past, the future. All from a picnic table. Violin to piano to oboe to what? Dance to soccer to swimming to what? Explorer to photographer to author to what? Everything I did and dreamed of doing has changed. And there's no going back. Not really. You can try, but nothing's ever the same as it once was. "Your clothes never wear as well the next day, and your hair never falls in quite the same way, but you never seem to run out of things to say...this is the story of a girl..."

Put the story on hold. I'll finish it tomorrow. I'm sleepy.

Night all.

--Iona