I will be straight edge forever because I absolutely do not know where to find any drugs or alcohol. like who would I even talk to? how would I approach them? all the kids who do drugs are either way cooler than me or would probably beat me up. thanks for keeping me safe, inability to interact with other people my age. I think I will be content with pop tarts instead
Today, July 23rd, is the one year anniversary of the first day that Catherine and I spoke to each other after not having done so for over a year. I don’t even know why we stopped talking because we were friends since late 7th grade, even though you tell me that I was a shithead… I don’t know why I was so awful I don’t even remember it… but you still put up with me and were one of my few friends going into high school. And then we stopped talking after a month or so into freshman year.
I had probably… two or three acquaintances (and I don’t say friend because I can’t think of people I actually spent time with or talked to more than five times) during the rest of freshman and sophomore year, and that sucked. But then on this day last year you responded to my dumb post about Ikea and my life’s been so much better since.
What have we even done in this past year? I ate your crepes in the rain at a bus stop, I made you crepes that I then ate in calculus, and we cooked a lot more food for each other.
We went on adventures, but I think I take you on the worst ones. When we went to the beach park in October it was overcast and cold, and we couldn’t even trespass over the train tracks to get to the beach. Speaking of train tracks, we are definitely never going to do my terrible idea of walking all the way up to the little lake again. My feet still hurt.
Remember when I dragged you along to do the 13 hour-a-day volunteering thing at the middle school? I’m still laughing at how we left for nearly two hours and played with a box in the hallway. If you weren’t there I don’t know how I could’ve done it.
But remember Halloween, and when I thought that old man had a stroke? And when those adults tried to guess our ages and they obviously had a little too much too drink? Meadowdale is so wild, but we were so cute that night. I think one of the first times we hung out was when we went to the poetry night in Edmonds that your teacher recommended. We didn’t even listen to poetry. We listened to that kid from my math class rap and we took a lot of selfies. The second time we went to Edmonds I dragged you along to my old school, which always gives me heartache, but I’m glad I did it with you in the dark of night.
Also every time I reference the Wall Of Catherine I am talking about the side of my bookcase that is being slowly taken over by all the wonderful paintings you do for me. One day, in the future, when my dreams of Alexland are realized and materialized, and when that bookshelf is in a museum, we can go visit it from our Hover Hospital Beds and laugh to each other telepathically.
But, most of all, you’ve just been there for me. I had a friend this year, who I could sit with during first AT, or during assemblies, and I had somebody to see around school until I actually talked to other people. How nice. How nice of you, and how nice it was, and how nice I hope it will be for a long time more. A friend, a blogger, an artist, a person who puts up with my inane talk about Alexland… how truly nice of cosmic destiny to push us together.
Thanks for being so nice to this ol’ boy. I probably won’t do these posts every year so let’s try to stay friends until a nice, rounded anniversary, like a 5th anniversary.