Once again, I feel pretty stoked about today.
Amber's here.
The sun's being extra nice to us all.
And, Chris is coming home later.
Yesterday was quite odd. I agreed to go on a scavenger hunt with my friend Alex. Before his arrival he asked me to remove any piercings and wear something "cute."
I assumed it was a casual scavenger hunt with his church or something of the like, so I took out the pincher in my septum and put on a pair of jeans and a tie dye shirt.
When he pulls up, I notice he's wearing khaki pants and this hideous blue polo. Me, being the lazy bitch I am, decides against changing, and Kayleah and I head to his car.
On his dash I notice the scavenger hunt invitation. In big bold letters and some ungodly script font it reads, "Debutantes of 2010 and Sons of Cotillion Scavenger Hunt!"
All I keep remembering asking myself is what the hell did I agree to?
I went along, still. We dropped Kayleah's off at my mom's, and met our team mates in a gas station near Downtown Whiteville. We followed them back to our team leader's house, and against every gut feeling in my body, I climbed in the car with them.
The driver had pretty brown hair, and she wore a cute sweater. On top of that, she was high strung, dramatic, competitive as hell valedictorian who yelled every order, insisted on driving seventy down every highway, and almost killed us all numerous times.
The passenger was her boyfriend, quiet and whipped as hell.
Alex and I sat in the back. While he giggled and offered suggestions for the hunt, I gripped tightly to my "oh shit" handle with one hand, and sent a text message to Lauren about my demise that I was sure would occur in this blue Volvo with my other.
Surprisingly, we live. We turn in our items, and wait outside for other teams to arrive.
As they all mix and mingle together, I can't help but look around and wonder to myself how odd it is that we're all made of the same material, but we're all so different. We're all skin stretched over bones, membranes separating organs, double helix DNA. But, somehow we all manage to think differently. Obviously, this is a good thing. I love the fact that every person is unique. It's just mind-blowing to think about.
I told Alex this, and I want to say he called me weird, but I can't remember.
Nevertheless, he and I carried on with our usual conversations about boyfriends/girlfriends, hookah, drugs, and alcohol, while consuming some salad drenched in ranch and horribly prepared lasagna.
Before I go on, I have to say that I hate ranch and that lasagna was the worst meal since my mom put garden peas, hamburger meat, and tomato sauce together and called it dinner, but I believe if it's free and you are a guest, every bite should be eaten. So, I stuck my principles and devoured every morsel without complaint.
Anyway, in the midst of all that, a guy I went to high school with asked us some questions. The first one was easy.
"So, are you guys dating now?"
"NO. Serious face. No."
The next one, not so much.
"How are you guys doing in school?"
Alex? Oh, he's doing fine. Me? I'm failing like a mother fucker and refuse to go back to UNCW next semester. Of course, I don't tell him this. I just smile and say I think I might transfer.
The guy interrogating us? Well, he's going to Carolina next year. This doesn't surprise me at all. Everyone I ever disliked in high school is at that college, but I hope that he enjoys it. No sarcasm there. He was nice.
It was a great relief when the crazy girl who drove us was ready to go. The only problem was Alex wanted to stop at her house to use the restroom before we left in his Honda.
We walk inside. Her dad greets me with a hug and invites me to the kitchen. This makes me smile and I'm comfortable until I reach the table. Crazy driver and her mom are talking shit about everyone we competed against and their mothers.
"Oh, look at her. Did they finally sell some real estate so she could afford another dress?"
"Was Kathy drunk as hell when you got there?"
"Sherry must have made the lasagna. It was disgusting."
"They wouldn't let me win because I'm your daughter and blahblahblah."
I don't like negative atmospheres. I don't understand them. I don't get how putting other people down can make you feel good about yourself. I didn't know how to go about defending those people without offending these people.
All I could do was stand there and keep quiet.
The greatest relief was when Alex finally rounded the corner. While we walked to his car, I explained to him my confusion about this family.
He called me a hippie and told me I should have been there last weekend when they were stalking "whores" on Facebook.
We decided to get Amber and Kayleah and go ghost hunting in Wilmington. An activity that we failed miserably because we couldn't find the cemetery in the dark.
But, on the way home I tried to think. I tried to piece parts of my day together. I really do need a little self reflection every day, and as I was trying to do it, Alex kept interrupting with some random thought because he didn't want it to be awkwardly silent. In retrospect, I could have waited until I got home to do this, but I always feel more comfortable thinking in cars. This could be a reason for my careless driving.
Either way, I couldn't think, but last thing I wanted to do was tell him to shut up.
After getting lost on Hooker Road while trying to find a graveyard, Alex went home, and Amber and Kayleah followed me into Chris' room because Justin was watching TV in the living room.
After watching every funny SNL and Mad TV Skit on Youtube, they finally left. I fell asleep instantly, no time for reflection.
I suppose this could be considered my reflection. I just feel as though I've left so much out. Fuck if I know. I guess it's not really important anymore.
I don't feel like worrying about yesterday right now. I need to shower and check on Milky before Chris gets here.
I also need to spend time with my sister before I cling to Chris after not seeing him for three days.
Today's going to be fantastic.
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