Summer. No matter what your favorite season is you can't help but feel that sinking feeling deep down because of the looming inevatability that it's coming to an end. Ok, I know a few of my good friends who are reading this are saying:
"NAT...HEY...HEY..HEY........SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
But in all seriousness, this summer has been definitly one of the most memorable. One of the best summers of my life, and although there are a number of personalities that I have to blame for this, there are four that really stand out!
Kayla. My best friend forever. So how did I meet Kayla? Well, it happened about five years ago. I was sitting in the cafeteria talking with some new found friends in my class enjoying my very first month or so of highschool. I was in the middle of eating my peanut and jam sandwich (still hadn't completly developed out of the elementary school habits) when this band of very loud thirteen year old girls going around to the random tabels and talking to people (talking? try...um...border line yelling). As they made their rounds I secretly hoped that they wern't going to come to me and my friends. My pleas wern't heard and this little blonde girl with a short straight cut came running up to me, throwing her peace sign-ed hand in my face. "PEACE!" she smiled staring me right in the face almost too happy for my liking. I leaned back on my chair trying to let enough air pass between us. I knew from observing other people and their encounters with this girl that I was supposed to make a peace sign as well and then press my peace sign up to hers. Basically the same principal as a handshake. I must have been thinking that if I didn't do anything she's move on to another table. But no. "Peace?" she repeated. "Does she even speak English?" was almost her tone. But she knew I understood. Her smile dissapeared and it was replaced by a threatning look. She looked pissed. "Peace!" she pointed at my hands, pretty much ordering me to go through her little ritual. I frowned but for some reason humored her. No sooner had I done this then she'd run off to join her little gaggle. "Ugh..." I leaned over to my friend Sarah "She's just wierd. I know who I'm not hanging with in high school."
It must have been at that moment that I'd jinxed myself. Grade 8 rolled around and guess who had been transferred into my class. At this point though, I was on a more friendlier level since a good friend of mine had gone to school with the little blonde girl. Finding myself without a locker partner, we'd accnolaged each other as potential partners. Perhaps even, dare I say it, friends. This is how Kayla and I became friends. Now, beneith all her black attire, long sometimes dark hair, eye liner and anti-social looks it's hard to recognize the little "peace girl". THANK GOD! lol.
This summer Kayla and I have literally lived together. Mostly her at my house, but ocassionaly I'll sleep over at her house and make myself at home. Vice-Versa. I think Kayla knows morew about me then anyone. Perhaps vice-versa...muahahaha.....can yo spell blackmail? nah...kidding. love ya Kayla.
Thomas:
Back in the days of math crack, I met Thomas. I'd always heard his name on the intercom, but I never saw his face. Once or twice a few friends had mentioned his name. Again, I'd never known who he was. Finally grade 10 rolled around and he sat diagonal from me. After my math teacher had seperated my close friend and I, I was left alone until a friend of mine, Chelsea came from the other side of the classroom and we spoke, etc. One day we needed to do an assignment. Chelsea and I were in the middle of a good conversation so we didn't pay attention, that is, until we saw our math teacher headed our way. He stopped though and woke up the kid with the "ACDC" hat sitting diagonal from me. He woke up but didn't have a writing utensal. He turned around and asked Chelsea and I if we had a "pen or something". We didn't. We laughed cause we all couldn't do our math work. Instead we talked about stuff. This happened in science class too. Talking about everything from music to chelsea's hamster eating itself. Good times. Thomas and I spoke in the hallway randomly, even made up a game..."Trash Ball" during mid term exams. Good times. For some reason, we'd never accually hung out outside of school. That is...until the end of the year exams. I don't even remeber what happened. One second we wern't chilling, the next second we're together everyday. Weird how the world works.
Anyhow, Thomas is my babe. We are so alike that it's sometimes scary. Both of us love listening to vynels until 6:00am. Even or rooms are alike. He's one of the very few guys I know that can pull of long hair (and have healthier looking hair then some girls I know). Guitarist. Amazing guitarist. One pretty awsome memory is him playing "Eight days a week" for me before the talent show started, on his electric. I'll remember that for a long time.
Daniel:
One day I was going to go over to Thomas' house. "Do you mind if Daniel is here too?" Thomas had asked on the phone. "Who's Daniel?" I asked searching my brain for a face." His name seemed familiar. "The drummer in my band at the talent show." I went back a few months. I remembered! Quite guy, but he signed my guitar pick so that had to count for some sort of personality perk. When I met Daniel we didn't say much, however, Thomas, him and I had gotten into a major tickle fight, thus descovering that Daniel isnt very ticklish (accually recent descoveries have proven that this isn't true, but at the time this was the case). We watched movies, listened to vynals, through around Thomas' cat-in-the-hat hat around the room with the strobe light going (woah trippy!) This was all in one day too. Never mind the beach ball we'd played with for weeks. It popped but at least we'll always have the memories.
While I'm mentioning Daniel I also have to mention his mom. She is one of the most incredible mother's that I've ever met/known. Daniel is pretty damn lucky. Except for those few personality traits that resemble my mother's.UGH! Anyhow, it's great watching her beat him up when he's being a bad host.
"Your supposed to be the host with the most. But your the host with the...the...nothing!" lol...she's so cute.
Daniel is also an amazing artist. I hope he gets into the Illustration and Design program he wants at Dawson.
Roman:
*sigh* Roman. I have gone to school with roman for a good number of years, taken the same bus, crossed paths on more then one occasion and still han't even accnologed the other's exsistance until the talent show in April (awsome preformance by the way!). Even then, our comunication was limited to a wave, a nod, and on ocassion a "hi." Until prom that is. On prom I think that everyone feels a comradship with everyone else. Maybe this is why I rolled down my car window on prom to scream out their names. Roman was walking down St. Cathrine's Street as my car was stuck at a light. "Roman!" I'd called out. A few friends, including Kayla, and myself waved with happy faces at the confused but happy looking Roman who stepped on to the street to say hello. It wasn't until about 1:00 am that I truly MET Roman. Kayla, Vanity and myself were going to visit Byron and Thomas in Eva's hotel room. Walking off that elevator we snickered as the entire hallway reaked of Mary Jane. We entered that room and the first thing I saw was Roman lying on the hotel bed with a pizza crust hanging out of his mouth. "Hey guys!" he practically gagged waving the hand that held the television remote. Incase you havn't guessed already, Roman was high and quite drunk by this time. About fifteen minutes past of him flipping channels trying to find something to watch when, ironically, he fell on "Super Friends". I would love to get into fine details, but it's one of those things you just have to be there for. Roman was tripping out every three seconds on this 1970s trechnicolor cartoon. An unexpected telephone call aabout a half hour later made Vanity, Kayla and myself, have to leave in a rush. Those of you who have been on drugs will know that you don't rush someone who's been intoxicated in someway. I wonder how Byron and Thomas must have felt as me and Kayla tried to get them up to come (they were supposed to come see the sunrise with us). Roman watched as everyone began rushing around to pick everything up and get out of there when he looked up and asked "Can I come?" We could have left our little latino friend on that bed, but no...he came along with us talking for hourse on end. I even took the same taxi with Roman and watched him give the taxi driver some odd directions "Just...just...drived down this street..." LMAO.
Anyhow, this was the beginning of my friendship with Roman. Since then Roman and I have become quite close and he's been a brother to me. "Duuude..." lol...He's probably one of the best guitar soloists that I've ever known and plays the best latin gay guy ever "Hey papi. Como estas?" We've eaten so much damn pizza and ice cream this summer. By the way, Roman has eaten almost 2 loaves of bread and a number of patties at my house. Lmao...good old Roman! :D
