Diary of a Social Butterfly

As soon as I stepped foot on school grounds I knew something bad was going to happen.  It was one of those days today where you could tell just by the air.  The air smelled dreary, like rotten wood and smoke.  Like an unseen force was keeping it from rising up- pushing the bad air down to where us mortals lived.  Something bad was going to happen and I was right.  I got a C- on a soccer quiz.  No big deal though I can easily raise my grade in the mile run.  Other than that I had an embarrassing sneeze attack during lunch.  I swear like 8 sneezes in a row.  It better have set some sort of record.

Some days it feels like someone was watching me. Every time I looked round the invisible pair of eyes would avert their gaze.  A horrible feeling to imagine someone stalking you.  Yuck.  All I can say is that I hope it was just my imagination, anything else would frankly be just worrisome.

Speaking of worrisome, lets bring up the weather.  As I have said before I live in Washington and the lately weather has been a torrent.  You know how when something bad happens to you, you hold in all the tears as not to seem weak and let them out when your alone.  Exactly the same with this rain.  Not just light drops or storms but steady streams of small drops changing characteristics every once in a while just to keep things interesting.  And just when I think its stopped, whop-dee-do, grab your umbrella, here comes another dump.  At least I know the clouds feel at home in Washington, I don’t think they would feel as safe to not be judged anywhere else.  A nice sentiment my friend would say.  A sweet thought.  Some days I hate the rain, and other days I love it. Like once I was at a camp, I wanted to be alone,  and the rain was the first one to comfort me.  Let me set the scene:

Imagine a window, rusty enough to know its been loved and yet not enough to be considered dirty.  On one side of said window there is a small room.  One bunk bed and an extra mattress that slides out from underneath, across from that a little sink and small closest for clothes.  You can hear the light pitter patter of the drops on your window, you go over sit on the sill and slowly push open the single hatch on the glass.  Seeing its chance the fresh air sneaks in and cleans your lungs in a single breath.  As fresh as mint, you stick your head out the window for more and take in the beautiful sight.  Outside a parking lot and next to that a grassy field with small thinning spots in the grass.  The rain is falling in small heaps onto the ground three stories below your floor.  The lamp post light up the wetted asphalt and make it glisten in only a way truly clean rain could.  Even from your height you can see small dew drops on the grass,  healing its thinned parts and giving them a drink so badly needed.  Fog begins at the very edges of the park and continues into the distance barely shrouding the towering trees in its blanket.  And as if its needs more splendor a lighting bolt snakes down from the sky and reveals the skyline of the trees ever so slightly.

Nothing like today’s rain, that rain is once in a lifetime rain.  The cleanest air I’ve ever gotten has been in that experience.  And the sheer beauty is one that I will marvel about for a long time to come.

“Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature: it will never fail you.”

6.  What a magic number.  6. The amount of good and bad things that happened to me today.  Firstly my best friend blew me off for a guy and hung out with him for the rest of the day.  Not a great start.  Secondly today was picture day at school.  And apparently my teacher didn’t look a the time and we were so late.  Brilliant.  I really won’t be surprised if my yearbook picture turns out to be a red-faced, out-of-breath moron with curly hair.  The third thing that happened was not as bad but not good either, neutral?  Whatever, what happened was I went to get a Gatorade from the cafeteria and someone was behind me and of course I was too busy chatting and I opened the case to get my drink.  Well the guy turned out to be MICHAEL and I basically punched him in the face.  Alright not neutral, very much not neutral.  My day really smelled like a rotting skunk after that.  What else, picture day, best friend, Gatorade, oh… then came English.  Right as I opened the door to the classroom I heard two words; “pop” and “quiz”.  Good lord today was turning out to be fabulous ** sarcastic jazz-hands**  After that everything was just mellow but I was grouchy so it was more like every time someone made I joke I didn’t find funny it was the same as a bowling ball being dropped on my foot.  Ouch.  Honestly I shouldn’t be complaining though.  And I’m not going to be sorry for myself either cause that’s not the person I am.  Everyone has their bad days.  I’m expecting tomorrow to be a really good day.  The universe owes it to me after today.

Well today was ok.  Not the best.  Got a test back in Latin that I didn’t do so hot in.  Yikes gotta hide that from mom and dad.  But my day brightened up towards the end when school got out and I was greeted with the most refreshing, sunny, clear sky-ed weather ever.   I live in Washington so good September weather is pretty rare.  Anyways I went out onto the field behind the school with a friend just to frolic grass.  Obviously like any other girl would and there he was.  My crush.  I’ve liked him since last year its just gotten worse.  He doesn’t even notice me, I know so tragic right?  His name is Michael and he’s just amazing.  He is a great soccer player,  about my height, pretty cute, really well built and an absolutely amazing friend.  In the few times that we’ve texted he asks me what’s wrong and I tell him and he gives me (I swear) the best advice for my problem I’ve ever heard.  I just feel blessed to know him.  Although I know he’ll never feel the same way about me.  Oh well that’s just life.  What can you do?

“The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.” -Mother Teresa