Saturday, February 25, 2012

When Life Brings You Lemons, Make Invisible Ink.

Last night was a pretty exciting adventure. After what was the last varsity boys home game for our seniors, Sarah and I made our way over to Jorja's house. Our boys won their game by 2 points against Mason County Central. This was only the beginning to our night.

There used to be four of us. We were the best friends that were inseparable....until recently. Something has been going on with our fourth, and she is completely segregating herself from the rest of us. We don't really know what to do or what to say to her, because she may have jumped off into the deep end. The fact that she has a boyfriend may be the case. This is something that we have always talked about and always warned each other not to become. We promised to let each other know when we became "that" best friend..the one who becomes too obsessed with her boyfriend. The one who forgets about her friends.
A few weeks ago, we had a girl's night. Our fourth friend didn't lay in the same bed with us or talk at all with us. She sat in the spare bedroom on the phone with her boyfriend. After her phone conversation, she just left. She said she wanted to go home to sleep in her own bed. What does one do about their lost friend?!

Our night was fun despite the fact that one of our fantastic four were missing. That was disregarded. It's no use fretting over the inevitable.

It was around midnight when we decided we needed to make a run to Walmart. The "inside dogs" needed food, or they were going to starve.

At Walmart, this boy was paid two dollars to talk to us, and I was the only one who was considered "single and ready to mingle." Oh, goodness. He was there with his best friend and best friend's girlfriend. He would have given up at his one and only task had we not suspected something and interrogated him. Walking through the pet isle once to pick up dog treats and another time to put them back was just a little too obvious. We found out his name, where he was from, how old he was, what his friend's name was, where he lived, where he went to school, what he was doing, who his parents were, what they did for a living, whether or not his friend's mom had a dog, and some more personal information. He was just a hole that was being dug at...and our shovels were pretty sharp.
He left us at the check-out in Walmart, but we saw him again outside. I think he was trying to get away from us. We forced him to get into the truck with us in which we would take him home. He entered with little fight, and he tried to flirt but made no success.
We dropped him off at his house and left. It was an interesting little kidnapping that took place.

The kidnapee later tried to add us on Facebook.
Riiiight..because we are going to try to see HIM again.

Sarcasm- Just another language in which I speak fluently.

Jaylah is my niece. She just turned three, and she absolutely loves her auntie(me) when she's supposed to be sleeping. I usually let her play with her books and toys on my bed. On occasion, she will lay right next to me and imitate everything that I do. She is darling..also very smart. She pointed out that my twitter background is a picture from Angry Birds and that a picture on Facebook was her cousin Jakiah! Her little giggle always makes me smile! I love her.

Today was a lazy day. There was much to think about, but all I did was eat and sleep. It's a shame, really.

I'm beginning to wonder why I try sometimes. Things work out better for me when I don't plan for them to happen. Maybe I should fly by the seat of my pants from now on.....yeah right.

I may have lost one of my best guy friends today. This was very weird for me, because he knows everything about me and is okay with the things he knows. Today must have been an off day, because he became angry with me. Now I just don't know what to do. If HE is upset and not talking to me, then something I'm doing must really be wrong. He is a very accepting guy.

I hate the fact that once I figure one thing out, there will always be something else...

Solving an unfinished puzzle,
emily.page.

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