Aha, day two is here, I'm excited to keep this up. I really cannot wait.
So, I woke up around 8am this morning which is actually quite early for me. It's probably because of swim and school that I've been getting pretty worn out. I had some more poetry to both write and organize, but for reasons of fatigue, I ended up passing out in my bed with the light on. I'm a pretty good sleeper, in fact, I'm known to fall asleep on people's floors or while texting/skying people from bed. It's a gift, but also a curse. When I fall asleep on someone like that though it is one of the things that breaks me down most. Well, there's that and losing my keys. I don't know why, but I tend to have minor meltdowns when those things happen. Anyway, I like calling myself a poet. I know I'm not published or anything, but saying I write poetry makes me feel sophisticated, intellectual, deep, and just good about myself.
First, from 8am to 9am, I kind of just lay there in my bed in shock that I was up so early, but I guess that's understandable if I passed out at 11pm the night before. My first thought when I woke up was "I had a dream last night!" I dreamed of the apartment style dorm called Gillenwater that I stayed in last semester. There were a lot of people there, but the only people I remember were Janik, Rick, a childhood friend named Tony, and Jessi. Tony, Jessi, and I were sitting in the door opening corner of the room I slept in. Tony was directly next to me, and Jessi was next to him. I don't remember what we were doing but Jessi kept leaning over Tony to check on me. It was nice to see her face. Tony was kinda doin' his own thing. Rick and Janik came in moments later and gave me a plate with a quesadilla and delicious orange Mexican rice with tiny steamed carrots and peas in it. That is all I remember except for seeing an old friend Sarah Delossantos in the passenger seat of a car in another dream.
I coughed when my mind completely came to and I realized I was getting sick. My mom told me to take a bath with this like, Eucalyptus relaxing body scrub thing, maybe breathing it will clear me up a bit. I thought, "Tch, that stuff is lame." Soon after, I went into a small coughing fit and decided it couldn't hurt. ^.^
For a while after, I sat in my bed with my laptop and was mostly productive except for checking Facebook and accidentally running into funny things while using Youtube for music. I learned that on itunes though, Peter Fox is actually listed as Peter Rabbit. That doesn't make sense, isn't Peter Rabbit some childhood thing? Besides, he's quite the fox, or maybe not. In any case, the two animals are nothing alike. Wow, I have a tendency to ramble today, I meant to prove my productivity by saying that I got my classes worked out, I edited and printed my resume, I confirmed I'm in a smallgroup on Sunday nights, I did chores, I applied for a job at Round Table pizza because a couple friends are recommending me, and I organized a package a bit today. I don't want to send the package quite yet because I feel like it's missing something or like I'm going to forget something. That hunch is usually correct when it comes to me.
Screaming FUN over the vacuum is...FUN. (Ohh I see what I did there.)
When I went to see if I could have that Round Table interview today, Tyler gave me a free slice of pizza and told me they'd call me Monday. He then proceeded to take me on a delivery. I don't know why I thought the idea of it was soo exciting, but we drove and blasted Blink 182. We pulled two pretty awesome tight U-turns, and it reminded me Jessi's driving. I felt safe in his car for some reason. He got the wrong house at first, and he was laughing as we went to find the real house. The neighborhood had it's own HANDBALL court! It was sweet. We wanted one. We almost hit a dog that was smaller than a cat but it looked fully grown. It was puny and in the middle of the street! Like, a busy street.
I got home and saw another Tyler, my neighbor. We chatted about school and music. I recommended FUN and The Format to him like I do to pretty much anyone open to the idea. I don't know why more people aren't into them. I feel like if most would listen, many would grow to like them. I had to be forced to listen at first, but now I'm happy that such a thing happened.
I had a bowl of Apple Jacks when I got home. Normally this would be insignificant, but I put chocolaty caramel Rollo chews in them. It wasn't as exciting as I expected.
To be continued...I'm off to dodgeball.
So, dodgeball fell through. Pretty big bummer actually. We had people, and everything set up, and we actually got kicked out of the church we were playing in. Danny bailed and Keith hadn't showed up yet, even though Keith isn't Mormon. We didn't even get to play one game, it was a pretty big letdown. We'll figure this out and find another place, but I was so ready to play. The dodgeballs are great. There are other things to say about it, but talking about this situation makes me feel both bad and bummed. It really sucks actually.
It pains me so to add that I missed my times today, and as much as I would like to blame my temperamental phone, I will take the blame. It really kills me to do so, but I make up for it soon after and plan to make up for it ten more times right now. I am trying very hard to get into the habit because it irks me so much when I don't hear my phone and I don't see a clock until later. I always remember when I look at a clock. Know how much it pains me, kinda like losing my keys or falling asleep. I guess letting her down can be pretty comparable.
You know what, I don't think there's any harm in saying it. It's out of the bag anyway. I miss Jessi dearly. I really do. I've been literally thinking about her nonstop today, wondering what she is doing, what she is thinking, if she's listening to our favorite music at the same time as I am, if she's okay from her crash, if she's thinking about making a blog still, what kind of poems she could have written today, wondering if she's thinking about me, and more. I wonder how long this is going to have to be. I know I'll make it, but I don't want her to let this fade with time like many expect. I don't expect it to though. I just wish there was a defined date, something to look forward to. Kinda like in The Little Prince if I recall. Yes, I believe this is relevant indeed. "I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow."
Anyway, I just have a night of tasks ahead of me, most of which I have much motivation and reason to complete. So, I bid goodnight and sweet dreams to my readers. And if it isn't too much, I'd like to say, I love you Jessi.
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