Okay.. hmm, I guess I could complain about the amount of homework that needs to be done still... I could get all stressed out and freaky but I think I'll stay calm for this one night. I'll get stressed tomorrow night instead, after work at least. Looking forward to that. /sarcasm :D
S M O O O T H T R A N S I T I O N
Just recently met up with one of my oldest friends at Metrotown in Burnaby. I haven't seen her in a while, over a year actually. We became really good friends after I moved to Langley when I was 10, which is weird, because she admitted that while I was at Maywood Elementary in Burnaby, she couldn't stand me. She told me this a few years after the move. Her exact words were "I hated you, hahahahahahahahahaha".
Anyway, I had a miserable Grade 6 year at my new school. I was basically the outcast. There was only one other Chinese girl besides me, but she was also one of the kids who made my life pree crummy. Yadayada boring shit. I'm just glad I had somebody, even cities away, to talk to; to survive with.
I remember calling Nancy every day after school that year so we could watch Teen Titans together, and make commentary to each other as we watched. Good show, good times hahah. And through all this shit, that's what I remember the most, just talking on the phone for hours with her, my bestie.
Oh and the countless bands and graphic websites we'd tried to start (we sucked at both hahaha what? I'm being honest 'kay?). On this recent visit I asked her why we'd wanted so much to be in a band. She said we wanted to be famous. She told me about the lyrics she found in her diary from way back when, and told me she couldn't rhyme at all. I still have a few sheets of our lyrics... Reading over them makes me laugh and cry.
(I still want to be famous though. I didn't say that, but I thought that. Does that make me immature still?)
I thought the visit would be awkward (I had such an awkward visit with another haven't-seen-you-in-a-while-friend and it was the most weirdest meet-up of my life), since we haven't talked in so long, but it wasn't. It was fun to chat and try to get to know each other's "new" lives. I told her she hadn't changed, and she said I didn't change, but I think we both have changed majorly... for the better. She's going to the University of Ottawa, and taking political science! I think that's just fricking amazing.
Compare the Sixth Grade versions of ourselves with our Present versions of ourselves, and it's just like... Wow, we're so different. But not too different that we're unrecognizable to each other...
It's like... Well, we're not exactly mature in any way (yet?). We made some lame jokes here and there and talked about boys too. Okay, we're basically the same, except she's fucking 170+ cm tall now, like a model or something (SO jealous here). And I'm... okay I'm about the same height hahahaha. But like, our tastes in music, in clothing, in friends, in food, in everything... How did we become these people?
I love you Nancy! Sister from another mister. Okay I know you're stalking my blog on and off, don't even try to hide behind this wall of text, I can see you with my X-ray vision. <3
|i was starving... had about only 5 bucks to spend on food tho so KFC ftw!|
|pwetty girl <3|
|hahahahahaha oh man i actually wanted to buy a hat.. not enough money..|
|we share a scarf cuz we're cool like that|
We parted and it seemed like we'd only started talking; the hours felt like mere minutes. Am I being too sappy here? Good.
The ride home wasn't too bad either. I looked over the pictures we took and LOL'd on the skytrain. Fun stuff... people looking at me like I was on drugs or something. No, I wasn't.
|view from the skytrain on the way home; rly love vancouver, city of glass|
|waiting for the bus, which i happened to miss by 5 mins.. had to wait 45 mins = =|