I had just gotten back. It was time to do homework. No. The phone. It was Eric.
Want to see this movie, Into the Wild?
I was worried the whole time driving because I wasn’t sure if they accepted debit cards. Should I stop at the bank? No time. ATM? No, it might be one of those ones that takes $2.50 out. Fuck that. I don't have that kind of money.
They accepted debit cards. My signature is getting more signature-like. You know, fast, scribble-y. I never write in cursive, so it has always been print.
I need a drink. Cotton mouth is an epidemic. Water fountain? No. I remember now. Last time I just used the sink, but this time there are lots of older women in there. I didn't think they would appreciate a young girl like myself using the sink to drink out of. They might say, "AH! Kids these days. They are just so rude."
This movie is epic. Don't cry. God damnit. You are crying.
“I am about to pee my pants.”
“Well, it's probably almost over.”
That's funny. I don't have to pee, and I ALWAYS have to pee. Great!
Movie’s over. I suppose I'll pee now. Since you will be peeing and...oh shit. I forgot women's lines for the bathroom are always miles long. I don't even have to pee that bad. If I get out now though, I'll make a scene. I've been in line too long to get out now. Only 2 left.
Blah blah blah. You talk a lot. I am not saying that I don't enjoy it, it's just that, it is a lot. I just stare off and my eyes are welling up. I can't see anything, not because of the tears, but because of the staring. It's all fuzzy. Shaking. It's quite cold, but I would be shaking regardless of the weather.
Those assholes sure are loud and annoying. They are not making this situation any easier. They are making it harder, in fact.
“HAHAHAHAHAAA. I am soo wasted.” "Hey, enjoy your dessert!"
“I don't have any dessert.” Asshole.
I HAVE TO CALL DERICK! NO ONE ELSE.
Heyy, Derick. Whatcha doin'?
Ohh, hey. I'm at The Pearl. Where are you?
I'm at The Neon.
Oh. Come on over!
Nah. I'm not in the mood for The Pearl.
Yea, me neither.
Time to drive home. USE YOUR FUCKING BLINKER DOUSCHEBAG! GOOODDDDDDD!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!
Great. Now I'm fucking crying.
So I'm not exactly sure why, but I went to Krogers. (I call it Krogers because that is what people call it here, “Krogers,” not “Kroger.”) This is no ordinary Krogers. It is the largest one in the state of Ohio, possibly America, I'm not entirely sure. It's big. I walked around and it was very bright in there. I took a picture with my Holga camera of a man with a shopping cart in an endless aisle. I had to be sneaky so as not to disturb anyone or look like a teenage creep. I picked up a delicious looking red apple and headed towards Ingrid's line. Ingrid works there now. I decided to get the dark chocolate M&Ms too. It's hard to resist. I never really know when I decide whether or not I am going to get them. Sometimes I just stare at them. The decision just sort of happens.
It must have been obvious that I was crying because Ingrid asked if I had been crying. I said yes because...well...I had been. She probably thought it was some silly boy issue, which was not the case. It was not at all the case. She said she would call me after she got home from Ryan's after work. She never called. I was not really surprised.
I decided to do it. I had to do it. The urge was so intense that it seized my hand and floated over to the phone and wrapped itself around the buttons. I called Nathan.
Playin Halo 3.
Ahh, shoulda figured. Wanna do somethin'?
Uhhh. You can come over here?
I went over to Nathan's. We hadn't talked in a month or 2. Things have changed.
I was at his front door when Derick called.
You at your house?
Nah. I'm at nathan's.
Aight I'm gonna come over there.
Mk. see ya.
He never came.
I watched Nathan play some skateboarding video game while I kept watch on the records. I flipped them when it was time and even decided on what was to be listened to next. My ears were satisfied. I explained Into the Wild to him. He said he remembered seeing a trailer for it.
We ended up touching. I am never sure how this part happens either. It is much like the purchasing of M&Ms. I laughed when he was struggling to unbutton my shirt because, come on, it's funny. I asked him why he had stopped talking to me. He said it was because he had been very busy with school and work and his new video game. I told him he was full of shit and that I had missed him.
I also told him that I was going to bite him. He was not keen on the idea. He didn't want it to hurt. So, I called him a pussy and bit his shoulder.
God damnit. Where did all the napkins go?