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It hadn't crossed my mind until now that Mercutio left for Georgia a week ago. We had our last conversation until seven months passes. I recorded it because I'm obsessed with remembering details of my life when I more or less "have" one. There will be a time when I'm alone, isolated with no friends and I want to be able to reminisce about the time I did have some. The conversation was pretty interesting. Actually, the "last phone call" was actually the third. Thus, I recorded the "3rd to last" one. Confusing? I hope not. I listened to the audio recording two nights ago and it was as if it happened the day before. I wanted to say a cliche, but I'll refrain. Instead, I'll say that since I replicated our voices, it sounds as if it's happening now, then, when I played it.
That's the great thing about movies where the time frame doesn't really matter. If it spans a year, it's cool, you can watch the film any time of the year. But it doesn't make much sense to watch Christmas movies when it's not Christmas or Halloween ones when it's not Halloween. Again, I veered off subject. I tend to do that a lot lately and I find it an endearing quality that there's sort of a flow, not appropriate for English essays where you should always stick to the main idea. That's my biggest problem with essays. I veer off subject but I don't really catch it, because to me, it fits. Editing my own work doesn't really seem to help me much. But there isn't anyone's opinion I can ask excluding strangers.
Chances are, I'll record the text messages anyway. Yet, I find it funny enough to post it everywhere. Here's a brief text convo with Einstein I had today. Another example of my dark humor:
Einstein: What are you doing this weekend?
Me: Maybe introduce a serial killer into the sims 2 community. Why?
Einstein: That sounds horrible! Do you want to get together? Maybe we can do something if we're both free?
And my answer ran along the lines of "sure...we could possibly watch a movie too." Of course I don't really eat anywhere outside of fast food restaurants. I ate at some burger place once with Bretagne and the burger was delicious, but it was ten dollars and that was probably two BK value meals, which are perfectly fine to me. Plus, since I'm not really working and have no source of income, then yeah using whatever money I do have on me frivolously isn't ideal. But we'll see what happens.
There have been a few changes with Hell's Kitchen this year. 1) the season finale was split into two one-hour blocks and not the normal 2 hr season finale; 2) the pre-run off between the finalists usually predict who the winner is from past experiences. interestingly enough, the more stable (in my op) finalist wins as well (in this case petrozza). but my favorite in the competition, christina, won. i preferred the female finalist last year too. her name completely escaped my mind but she lost, although i feel she is very similar to christina. petrozza's great. he will definitely go somewhere. i thought the top three (petrozza, christina, and corey) were fantastic and talented. the toughest competition so far; 3) i don't recall seeing the usual poll predicting who would win by the audience unless it appeared on the telly when i blinked or something.
I'm thinking about a kid I nicknamed Max Evans because he reminded me of the character early my freshman year in high school. This thought leads me to imagining what the hell will happen next year. Because the people who matter to me, the people who have positively affected my life are going to different places. It's not one or two friends, but all. It should be easier to make friends the first year of elementary/middle/high school or college, but one thing's different in my case and that is that instead of being more outgoing over the years, I've kind of crawled into a shell and become more shy. Already, I know this will cause a problem I will regret the next four years, but I hated high school. This is what it did to me, surrounding me with enemies from broken friendships and people I couldn't get away from. I hid in the library and isolated corridors people rarely frequented. I wanted to run away but I couldn't really. I was stuck and one teacher offered me sanctuary, but I politely declined. There was this strange kid whose name I shall not reveal (it rhymed with mow) who has been plaguing my Gifted years since that bloody trip to I'm not even sure I remember, some museum or other dealing with NASA. It was a mock set-up of "mission control" and I was a Data Interpreter who didn't really do anything. I just sat in a chair whirling it around while the other gifted kids had a blast. Yeah, can you tell I hated elementary too? Because I did. Oh, and middle school. God, I really hated school! But it was mainly because many of the people in authority tried to control or dictate what I could do, the opportunities I was given, which wasn't very much because it was always second string to another group of kids.
This is too depressing. I started typing feeling sort of elated but I'm too gloomy. Everything ends gloomy. Kids, don't read this. Stop! It is completely depressing. Play the Sims 2 or something, like Crash Team Racing. That's a fabulous game. Cheers!
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