Reasons this was funny:
1) We'd spent the entire day together performing, and I was in such a bad mood at the end of it that I hadn't said goodbye to him, knowing he'd forget so in the morning. You don't, however, forget ten minutes later. I was too irritated to even wave to anyone, but I could go out to lunch with Jess.
2) I was wearing the vibrant teal shorts I'd had under my uniform skirt, unbuckled one-inch character shoes, a gigantic white t-shirt, obnoxious hot pink earrings, and a cheetah-print headband. Jess was wearing hose, red shorts, her sparkled black uniform top, and heels.
3) I had curled against my hip enough hot sauce packets to nourish a poor country.
4) But mostly, because he was with two tiny, pretty freshman girls. Seconds before our encounter, they'd been discussing how I would probably be annoyed if I'd seen them. This, ladies and gentlemen, is hilariously awkward.
ANYWAY. After all that, Jess and I laid in the grass at our park for a few hours, went to our own houses for dinner, then got back together until 10:30. We consumed some empty calories, talked, and may or may not have bought a half-gallon jug of milk and two plastic drinking cups from Wal-Mart, which we may or may not have taken back to the park. It was hard to keep from laughing as we sat at a picnic table in the near-dark. "Are you thirsty? I can pour you a glass of milk," Jess said casually, before we both cracked up. (No, there's no joke you're missing out on-- the point is that it was stupid and random, and therefore really funny.)
On our way up the hill to the picnic table, we'd passed a car with a parking pass in the window that identified the driver as a student from my school. We didn't think much of it, because we'd seen a bunch of people from our class at the park earlier that day, and we were far away from whoever was in that car's group. We did start to think, however, when a cacophony of voices started shouting up at us, from the area surrounding my very recognizable truck. My name was called. Some boy started doing an obvious impression of Andrew's voice (very deep, very enthusiastic, very easy to poke fun of), and then the rest of them continued to yell indistinguishable things. "Who are you?" I called through the dark, pleasantly. I assumed they were friends of mine. A girl shrilled something else I couldn't hear, and the lot of them (maybe seven?) piled into two brightly-headlighted cars. I made out the words "your truck!" and then a phrase rhyming with "Duck shoe, litch!" before they peeled out of the parking lot.
That's when Jess and I cocked our heads to the side skeptically. Back at the bottom of the hill, my truck was wearing a giant plastic bag over the radio antenna (huh?), a "FOR SALE" sign on the windshield, and several "KFC Kills" activist fliers. No damage done. So... either someone really hates me and was just too scared to legitimately vandalize my car, or friends of mine were being really bored and stupid.
I don't know. The whole thing was strange.
Luckily, on my way home, I called into our most popular radio station to agree with the DJ about The Fray being annoying. We discussed how the lead singer sounds like his mouth is full of cottage cheese, and how music like that is what makes white people have a bad name. He played our whole conversation on the radio a few minutes later, and while it's only, like, Cleveland, I still felt pretty spiffy.
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Days left of high school: 4
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3