So today I spent all day with my favorite type of people.
I slept in until 8:00 this morning, which was quite odd, I assure you. I then spent two hours getting ready. Yes, even I find that pretty amusing. After that, I went to something I was really not looking forward to at all: PAS. Well, I suppose that’s enough for a play by play, now for the real stuff.
I woke up absolutely dreading the day. Actually, I went to bed with the same thoughts. It seems, that no matter how hard I try, my thoughts drift into something I don’t really want to think about. You know what I’m talking about too, I hope. It’s those small details… Do I have my stuff ready for tomorrow, what color shoes am I wearing tomorrow, should I be early or late, etc. It drives me insane, and I want to stop, I just can’t. Maybe I need some sort of drug to sleep? Heh.
I started to help pack, with my prompt arrival of 10:03 (I was even there before the truck), I managed to help load a few things, and with the help of Dana, I also managed to pick a shoe color. We loaded the truck in about 15 minutes, which was really fast. A new record, you might say. I was telling Trent that loading trucks with PIT equipment should be an Olympic sport. Boy, would we ever win. *end cheesiness*
PAS was pretty out of the box, if you will. Sure, I expected to be miserable (I was in shorts, mind you) but I found myself having fun. It wasn’t the fact that I was miserably hot or the fact that I had to play eight-up-two-down in c major (how shameful) for the JV group, that made me happy. If anything, that made me miserable. I had a lot of conversation that day. I sat next the Trent’s chair on the way there and talked to Dean, Jocelyn, and Scott. I talked to Beth on the phone, and my mother in german (everyone loved that.) I talked to Dana about everything I could think of (she’s a good listener.) I even talked to Jeff for a bit (and yes, that’s a leap for me.) I learned a lot about my friends, PIT, and myself from just listening and talking. It truly was amazing. Then I realized how sun-burned I was. Why is it that it only hurts after you think about it?
Okay, so after PAS, and the bus ride home, and Jeff yelling louder than I ever thought a human could, I went home. And it wasn’t just a, yes, I am home, kind of thing, it was I’m home and fall on the floor and sleep kind of thing. Yes kids, that’s showing versus telling — thank you Mrs. Furman. Anywho, for those who prefer telling, I was completely wiped. 100% out of it. But, I did make a promise to Liz to go to the dance, so go to the dance I did. You might be surprised, but I actually danced at this one. It bordered on fun and I saw more of my favorite people. Everyone looked really nice, and excluding some rude issues with the pictures, everyone was pretty nice. I had an awesome time, and I’m really glad Liz decided to ask me, even if it was last minute.
I learned so much about myself and other people that day, just by listening and giving some input. Supposedly, I should talk more; I should try to take myself from behind the tree. I’m trying, and I’m trying it out with my favorite kind of people.
And in case you haven’t figured out who they are, they’re the band kids.
Wish me luck.