I ended up going over to Luna's. She was unpacking the last few boxes in her room. There was a line of stuffed animals sitting across her bed.
"I just found the box they were in!" Luna told me excitedly. "It was in the basement by accident. I put my name on it and everything, but it ended up in the basement."
Most of the stuffed animals were old; fur faded or ratty or both, embroidered features coming undone, and a few seemed to be missing eyes or noses. Normally it would have given me the creeps. With Luna, though, I imagine they were just worn out from being played with a lot.
Luna told me all their names. I immediately forgot most of them (names aren't my strong suit).
We walked into town and got ice cream. It was sunny and hot today, perfect ice cream weather. While we were out there, Erin emailed me (I had my iPod touch on me, and there was free WiFi at the ice cream place). She told me she was sorry about not being able to hang out; something had come up and she forgot to get in touch with me earlier.
Luna saw me checking my email and asked me who I was emailing with.
"My friend Erin," I told her.
"Oh," Luna said. "How old is she?"
"Eighteen. She just graduated high school."
Luna looked impressed.
"Are all your other friends older than me?" Luna asked.
I didn't want to tell her I didn't have any other friends — it was embarrassing somehow. So I changed the subject. "Hey, maybe the three of us could hang out sometime? You'd like Erin. She's really nice."
"Okay," Luna said doubtfully. "But she's a lot older than me."
"So what? She's older than me, too. Look, we'll still get along."
Luna shrugged. "Alright, Jack."
I was feeling pleased with myself for having avoided her question until I realized that now I was going to have to find a way to get the three of us to hang out. I don't think Erin would want to hang out with Luna, and I'm not sure I want them to meet either. Erin might not be able to keep her mouth shut about my being paid to hang out with Luna.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
I called Erin twice but she hasn't gotten back to me. I sent her a message on Skype, too. Maybe something came up? I hope everything's alright.
(It probably is, though. Erin isn't always good at remembering things; she might have forgotten she said we could hang out.)
I'm going to wait another hour, then go over to Luna's house. I have nothing to do today. I'm really bored.
(It probably is, though. Erin isn't always good at remembering things; she might have forgotten she said we could hang out.)
I'm going to wait another hour, then go over to Luna's house. I have nothing to do today. I'm really bored.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
On Luna and I
It's been almost two months since I first met Luna. I never expected to consider her a friend, but I can truly say that I'm grateful for her companionship, just as (I hope) she's grateful for mine.
The friendship was unnatural at its start, and I didn't think there was any way it could have worked out at first. But I realize now that, just like any friendship, there's bound to be initial awkwardness. Luna and I are both introverted, and we don't have a lot of other friends (I wonder if Luna has any other friends? I would very much doubt that she does), so friendships may not happen as naturally with us as with more extroverted people.
I'm glad that we could come to a place where we feel comfortable with one another, where we can talk naturally with each other without fear of embarrassment. We're not very close yet, but I know now that we can be.
Even the age gap isn't such a problem. Luna's only three years my junior. I'm friends with Erin, and she's three years my senior. It can work. Luna's a smarter girl than I gave her credit for. She isn't like the kids I knew in middle school.
You know what I love about the fact that I'm friends with Luna?
Our parents tried to force us together and we became friends despite their influence.
Normally I would balk at the idea of befriending someone on the request of my mother. I did balk at the idea. I didn't want to be friends with Luna. And you know what? I think my mother knew that. I think she likes lording what little power she has over me, telling me who I should be friends with because for now I live under her roof and have to listen to what she says. I think she wanted me to be unhappy in this situation and suck it up and do it anyway. For her.
Instead, I have turned this into something good. I have turned this into a genuine friendship, something that makes me happy despite what it began as. I've won.
The friendship was unnatural at its start, and I didn't think there was any way it could have worked out at first. But I realize now that, just like any friendship, there's bound to be initial awkwardness. Luna and I are both introverted, and we don't have a lot of other friends (I wonder if Luna has any other friends? I would very much doubt that she does), so friendships may not happen as naturally with us as with more extroverted people.
I'm glad that we could come to a place where we feel comfortable with one another, where we can talk naturally with each other without fear of embarrassment. We're not very close yet, but I know now that we can be.
Even the age gap isn't such a problem. Luna's only three years my junior. I'm friends with Erin, and she's three years my senior. It can work. Luna's a smarter girl than I gave her credit for. She isn't like the kids I knew in middle school.
You know what I love about the fact that I'm friends with Luna?
Our parents tried to force us together and we became friends despite their influence.
Normally I would balk at the idea of befriending someone on the request of my mother. I did balk at the idea. I didn't want to be friends with Luna. And you know what? I think my mother knew that. I think she likes lording what little power she has over me, telling me who I should be friends with because for now I live under her roof and have to listen to what she says. I think she wanted me to be unhappy in this situation and suck it up and do it anyway. For her.
Instead, I have turned this into something good. I have turned this into a genuine friendship, something that makes me happy despite what it began as. I've won.
I hope Luna and I stay friends. I hope we become even better friends.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
So Luna and I hung out yesterday, at my house, while my mother was away and my dad was doing yard work — and, let me tell you, we had a great time.
I think Luna and I are really getting comfortable around each other. We watched some stuff like we usually do, but mostly we just talked. For someone as young for her age as she is, Luna is a smart girl. If it weren't for her appearance and mannerisms, I could almost forget I was speaking to a twelve-year-old.
I'm not sure the actual content of our conversations is worth relating; it was mostly personal anecdotes. Luna told me a lot about her time living in New York City. It was the first time I'd heard her talk about the city and not seem depressed; she sounded nostalgic, certainly, but it was a happy kind of nostalgia. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen Luna in such a good mood. (I'm guessing that school being over has something to do with it.)
Today I met up for lunch with Donna as per usual. Both of us feel that Luna seems a lot better than she did after moving here, when I first met her. She's happier. She's come out of her shell a little; not just around me, apparently, because Donna says that Luna's been more talkative around her and her husband lately as well.
I don't know how much of this I can take credit for, but I know some of the credit does go to me. And I'm glad I could make a difference.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Okay, I finally got in touch with Erin. She's not mad at me. I feel a little silly for thinking she would be.
According to her, graduation was really dull anyway. She told me she's glad I didn't waste my time there, it was sleep-inducing. I doubt it was that bad — she did just graduate high school, after all! That's got to be exciting, even if the ceremony itself was lousy. But I suppose not being there isn't a big deal.
I didn't really want to go anyway, except for her. I was worried I'd bump into somebody from middle school. That would have been awful. I was willing to risk it to support Erin, but I'm glad I didn't have to risk it at all in the end.
According to her, graduation was really dull anyway. She told me she's glad I didn't waste my time there, it was sleep-inducing. I doubt it was that bad — she did just graduate high school, after all! That's got to be exciting, even if the ceremony itself was lousy. But I suppose not being there isn't a big deal.
I didn't really want to go anyway, except for her. I was worried I'd bump into somebody from middle school. That would have been awful. I was willing to risk it to support Erin, but I'm glad I didn't have to risk it at all in the end.
My mother won't take me to Erin's graduation. She said she would but she changed her mind and now I don't have a ride. I was going to get dressed up and everything. I ironed my dress shirt last night thinking I was going to get to go. Now I have to stay at home and miss my best friend's graduation.
Sometimes I really cannot stand my mother.
Sometimes I really cannot stand my mother.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Alice, Luna, and Dreaming
I went over to Luna's today. We watched Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, which I couldn't stand the first time I saw it and found only marginally more enjoyable this time around. I chalk it up to Luna's presence, as she's a fellow Alice fan and we were able to discuss the book together.
In case you haven't seen the movie, I'll try to explain the basic premise. Alice is a young woman who has had strange dreams all through childhood. She's proposed to at a party, runs away because she doesn't know how to respond, and falls down a rabbit hole. This lands her back in the dream-world from her childhood, which has turned darker and edgier because... well, it's Tim Burton. Alice has to try and save Wonderland — annoyingly called "Underland" in the film — from the Red Queen, who has taken over.
I do have to admit that the film wasn't as obnoxious as I remembered it being. Though I wouldn't call it a good movie in its execution, some things about the basic storyline actually weren't bad. The whole idea of a darker and edgier Wonderland makes some sense when you consider that Alice was a little girl (seven, in the book) when she first dreamed of Wonderland, and as an adult the dreams could have reasonably become darker and less childlike. Growing up does that to people.
Luna and I actually ended up having a conversation about dreams after finishing the movie. I usually can't remember my dreams, but Luna apparently remembers hers often. She even remembered dreams she'd had as a kid. She told me a few of them. They were all pretty funny, cute kid stuff. Stuffed animals coming to life, imaginary friends, that kind of thing.
The dreams I can remember having are generally like my normal life, but a bit off. I'm at home but my house doesn't look like it does in real life, or I'm on vacation at the beach but it doesn't look like the beaches I've been to, or some other detail of my life has been altered. The thing is, I never recognize these details as being wrong within the dreams themselves. They feel familiar, normal. They feel like actual memories. Sometimes when I first wake up I have trouble remembering what's real and what isn't. Dreams are funny like that.
One of the things I really love about the original Alice books is that they use dream-logic; incredibly strange things happen to and around the protagonist, without making any sort of sense, and they're hardly ever acknowledged as being more than slightly odd. The characters act as though everything that happens is perfectly normal, with the exception of Alice herself, and even she rarely finds things alarmingly strange. It's a perfect depiction of how dreams are, I think. The people you see in dreams never realize that things are as strange as they are, and half the time you yourself don't notice anything wrong.
It's almost scary when you think about how easy it is for your mind to lie to itself.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Ugh. I did that thing again — posting in the middle of the night. Let me clear up some things:
- My relationship with my parents is not as bad as I seem to like making it out to be.
- I like Luna. I would consider her to be a friend. But I don't think we have a real chance of becoming BFFs.
- I'm not going to talk about the fight I mentioned having with my mother. Maybe some day I will, but now isn't the time for that. It's a long story and I don't feel up to typing it all out.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
One last thought before I go to bed
I'm not even sure why I consider Luna my friend. Objectively speaking, we aren't very close. We haven't known each other for a long time. We're often kind of awkward around each other. But it's a feeling, you know what I mean? Like, on some level we connect. We're both lonely kids who don't fit in. When I'm around her, I feel like I can be me.
Around my parents I am always pretending. When I talk to my mother I pretend everything's fine and normal between us, I pretend not to mind when she calls me Jackie, and I pretend not to mind when she says that no matter what I'll always be her little girl. I pretend not to mind any of that but really I mind it all a lot. My dad is easier to be around but I think he's pretending too, pretending like everything went back to normal between me and my mom after the fight and that it's all going to be okay, and I think he just doesn't want to see who I am now.
Around Luna I don't have to pretend. She calls me Jack. Erin and my dad are the only other people in the world who always remember to call me Jack instead of Jackie. I know that doesn't seem like much but names are really important to how you see yourself.
Luna and I aren't best friends yet or anything but we might be.
And we are real friends.
Whether our parents made us be friends or not.
Around my parents I am always pretending. When I talk to my mother I pretend everything's fine and normal between us, I pretend not to mind when she calls me Jackie, and I pretend not to mind when she says that no matter what I'll always be her little girl. I pretend not to mind any of that but really I mind it all a lot. My dad is easier to be around but I think he's pretending too, pretending like everything went back to normal between me and my mom after the fight and that it's all going to be okay, and I think he just doesn't want to see who I am now.
Around Luna I don't have to pretend. She calls me Jack. Erin and my dad are the only other people in the world who always remember to call me Jack instead of Jackie. I know that doesn't seem like much but names are really important to how you see yourself.
Luna and I aren't best friends yet or anything but we might be.
And we are real friends.
Whether our parents made us be friends or not.
Chatlog: Erin on Luna
I had a Skype conversation with Erin today! We haven't talked in weeks, so getting to talk to her was really exciting.
It was just a text conversation because she was busy. I often had to wait several minutes between her messages. However, we did get to talk for a while, so that was good.
At first we talked about her upcoming graduation. She's got her whole outfit picked out down to choice of makeup. I'm impressed, but not surprised. Erin always looks fantastic, even when she's just in jeans and a T-shirt (which is often).
The conversation eventually turned to what I was up to, and so I told her about Luna. I'll just copy and paste the chatlog:
(By the way, Erin is one of those people who's constantly changing her Skype name. Currently it's meant to resemble the word "erroneous".)
[6/19/12 5:08:00 PM] erineous: so anyway enough about me
[6/19/12 5:08:09 PM] erineous: what have you been doing lately~?
[6/19/12 5:08:37 PM] Jack Q: Oh, nothing much. The usual. Biking, avoiding my parents, etc
[6/19/12 5:09:04 PM] Jack Q: And I got a job.
[6/19/12 5:13:12 PM] erineous: really!
[6/19/12 5:13:20 PM] erineous: that's cool! doing what
[6/19/12 5:13:23 PM] erineous: ?
[6/19/12 5:14:19 PM] Jack Q: It's a little hard to explain.
[6/19/12 5:14:38 PM] Jack Q: Can I link you to my blog?
[6/19/12 5:18:56 PM] erineous: did you finally get a tumblr
[6/19/12 5:19:07 PM] erineous: or is this some other lame blogging service you're useing
[6/19/12 5:19:10 PM] erineous: using
[6/19/12 5:19:33 PM] Jack Q: It's Blogger, it isn't "lame".
[6/19/12 5:19:48 PM] Jack Q: The URL is trickyjack.blogspot.com
[6/19/12 5:23:01 PM] erineous: blogger is lame, my friend
[6/19/12 5:23:17 PM] erineous: la-la-la-la-laaaame
[6/19/12 5:23:23 PM] erineous: one day you will realize the error of your ways. and you'll think back on my words and weep in frustration because you didn't listen to me
[6/19/12 5:23:40 PM] erineous: "why didn't i heed her advice" you will say to yourself as you rock back and forth in your padded cell
[6/19/12 5:25:04 PM] Jack Q: Haha. Are you going to follow that link or what? ;)
[6/19/12 5:28:11 PM] erineous: all in due time
[6/19/12 5:28:21 PM] erineous: where do you suggest I start
[6/19/12 5:28:59 PM] Jack Q: Read the post where I talk about the housewarming "party" I went to. Back in May
[6/19/12 5:30:02 PM] erineous: found it
[6/19/12 5:30:18 PM] erineous: you sound pretty angry ahahaha
[6/19/12 5:30:24 PM] erineous: manhattanites don't have to wear business casual it isn't a rule or anything
[6/19/12 5:30:45 PM] Jack Q: You don't have to read it line-by-line :P
[6/19/12 5:31:05 PM] Jack Q: Just skip past the beginning part, the important part is near the end of the post
[6/19/12 5:33:57 PM] erineous: no omfg I want to read this
[6/19/12 5:34:30 PM] erineous: got your reference btw. alice in wonderland. nice.
[6/19/12 5:35:43 PM] erineous: you had a crush on the mom hahahaha im laughing
[6/19/12 5:36:12 PM] erineous: still laughing free range parenting it sounds like youre talking about chickens
[6/19/12 5:37:18 PM] Jack Q: Just skip to the end, that's what I wanted to talk to you about! XD
[6/19/12 5:37:29 PM] erineous: are there still splinters in your socks
[6/19/12 5:37:42 PM] erineous: no
[6/19/12 5:39:00 PM] erineous: i don't want to skip ahead
[6/19/12 5:41:23 PM] erineous: jack don't trust this mom as far as u can throw her she wants to switch bodies with u and make u be lunamom
[6/19/12 5:44:09 PM] erineous: look at how she didn't want to go fetch her kid she wanted to make u do it
[6/19/12 5:45:03 PM] erineous: calling it right now this woman does not like beign a mother
[6/19/12 5:46:41 PM] Jack Q: I was going to tell you to stop wasting time on random parts of the post but actually this is pretty funny. You might have a point about Donna. She's nice, though.
[6/19/12 5:47:53 PM] erineous: this aint a question of nice it's a question of why is she making you do her job
[6/19/12 5:48:19 PM] erineous: luna more like loony is this kid okay
[6/19/12 5:48:28 PM] erineous: seriously though, is she autistic or something? i dont' mean that in a bad way it just seems like maybe this extends beyond the normal range of children being weird
[6/19/12 5:48:44 PM] erineous: my friend has an autistic brother and he's just kind of strange when it comes to socializing with people maybe luna has something like that
[6/19/12 5:49:13 PM] erineous: asperger's actually, I think that's what you call mild autism
[6/19/12 5:49:20 PM] erineous: don't listen to me actually idk what im talking about
[6/19/12 5:50:04 PM] Jack Q: I guess it's possible? But at the time Luna was going through a lot. Moving was pretty rough on her.
[6/19/12 5:50:15 PM] Jack Q: She seems better now
[6/19/12 5:50:40 PM] erineous: yeah, "seems". key word
[6/19/12 5:51:06 PM] erineous: ...
[6/19/12 5:51:10 PM] erineous: .................
[6/19/12 5:51:22 PM] erineous: friend for hire
[6/19/12 5:51:28 PM] erineous: your new job is friend for hire
[6/19/12 5:51:39 PM] erineous: this is not an okay thing
[6/19/12 5:52:07 PM] erineous: like okay imagine if when we had to be buddies back in middle school you didn't know that I got assigned to be your buddy and you thought it was like a nromal friendship that just happened on its own
[6/19/12 5:52:15 PM] erineous: and then u found out
[6/19/12 5:52:40 PM] erineous: and u thought this was totally organic friendship at first like seriously man you'd feel betrayed
[6/19/12 5:53:03 PM] erineous: please tell me the twist is u got the hell out of that situation cuz this is some bad shit for real
[6/19/12 5:55:19 PM] Jack Q: No, hold up a minute. Listen.
[6/19/12 5:55:31 PM] Jack Q: I genuinely like this kid! I didn't at first but she's grown on me a lot. We're actually having fun together.
[6/19/12 5:56:08 PM] Jack Q: It's not like I'm faking the friendship. I'm just being paid to WATCH her. She doesn't need to know that, she'd feel like a baby if she knew.
[6/19/12 5:56:43 PM] erineous: no man you missed my entire point
[6/19/12 5:57:38 PM] erineous: the bad part of this is that the friendship began because you were paid to hang out with her. either you need to stop accepting payment or you need to come clean with her because no matter whether or not u like her there's no way she would take this well if she found out.
[6/19/12 5:37:57 PM] erineous: honesty is key to having a friendship and if you break a friend's trust they're gonna think twice about trusting you ever again. trust me on this bro
[6/19/12 5:38:20 PM] erineous: you gotta tell her. this has got to stop.
[6/19/12 5:39:40 PM] Jack Q: Okay, maybe I shouldn't have told you to start on that post, because even if it gives you the basic information I had a really negative outlook on the whole thing there.
[6/19/12 5:40:07 PM] Jack Q: It's a weird situation, I agree. But Luna and I really are bonding. And I don't want to risk the friendship over this. It isn't worth it.
[6/19/12 5:40:35 PM] Jack Q: I'll consider what you said about ceasing to accept payment for it, but I don't think I can tell her. What's done is done. She doesn't need to know.
[6/19/12 5:44:56 PM] erineous: its your judgement call not mine. but this seems like a bad idea. im just saying.
[6/19/12 5:45:30 PM] Jack Q: I'll consider what you said.
[6/19/12 5:48:19 PM] erineous: all I can ask for. thanks man.
[6/19/12 5:48:36 PM] erineous: good luck.
The conversation more or less died after that.
I've been thinking about what she said. I'm still not sure what I should do. I don't think it would go well if I told Luna about this — not to mention, I could lose my job over it — but if I continue not to tell her, am I just digging myself in deeper? I think I need to sleep on this and see if anything seems clearer tomorrow.
It was just a text conversation because she was busy. I often had to wait several minutes between her messages. However, we did get to talk for a while, so that was good.
At first we talked about her upcoming graduation. She's got her whole outfit picked out down to choice of makeup. I'm impressed, but not surprised. Erin always looks fantastic, even when she's just in jeans and a T-shirt (which is often).
The conversation eventually turned to what I was up to, and so I told her about Luna. I'll just copy and paste the chatlog:
(By the way, Erin is one of those people who's constantly changing her Skype name. Currently it's meant to resemble the word "erroneous".)
[6/19/12 5:08:00 PM] erineous: so anyway enough about me
[6/19/12 5:08:09 PM] erineous: what have you been doing lately~?
[6/19/12 5:08:37 PM] Jack Q: Oh, nothing much. The usual. Biking, avoiding my parents, etc
[6/19/12 5:09:04 PM] Jack Q: And I got a job.
[6/19/12 5:13:12 PM] erineous: really!
[6/19/12 5:13:20 PM] erineous: that's cool! doing what
[6/19/12 5:13:23 PM] erineous: ?
[6/19/12 5:14:19 PM] Jack Q: It's a little hard to explain.
[6/19/12 5:14:38 PM] Jack Q: Can I link you to my blog?
[6/19/12 5:18:56 PM] erineous: did you finally get a tumblr
[6/19/12 5:19:07 PM] erineous: or is this some other lame blogging service you're useing
[6/19/12 5:19:10 PM] erineous: using
[6/19/12 5:19:33 PM] Jack Q: It's Blogger, it isn't "lame".
[6/19/12 5:19:48 PM] Jack Q: The URL is trickyjack.blogspot.com
[6/19/12 5:23:01 PM] erineous: blogger is lame, my friend
[6/19/12 5:23:17 PM] erineous: la-la-la-la-laaaame
[6/19/12 5:23:23 PM] erineous: one day you will realize the error of your ways. and you'll think back on my words and weep in frustration because you didn't listen to me
[6/19/12 5:23:40 PM] erineous: "why didn't i heed her advice" you will say to yourself as you rock back and forth in your padded cell
[6/19/12 5:25:04 PM] Jack Q: Haha. Are you going to follow that link or what? ;)
[6/19/12 5:28:11 PM] erineous: all in due time
[6/19/12 5:28:21 PM] erineous: where do you suggest I start
[6/19/12 5:28:59 PM] Jack Q: Read the post where I talk about the housewarming "party" I went to. Back in May
[6/19/12 5:30:02 PM] erineous: found it
[6/19/12 5:30:18 PM] erineous: you sound pretty angry ahahaha
[6/19/12 5:30:24 PM] erineous: manhattanites don't have to wear business casual it isn't a rule or anything
[6/19/12 5:30:45 PM] Jack Q: You don't have to read it line-by-line :P
[6/19/12 5:31:05 PM] Jack Q: Just skip past the beginning part, the important part is near the end of the post
[6/19/12 5:33:57 PM] erineous: no omfg I want to read this
[6/19/12 5:34:30 PM] erineous: got your reference btw. alice in wonderland. nice.
[6/19/12 5:35:43 PM] erineous: you had a crush on the mom hahahaha im laughing
[6/19/12 5:36:12 PM] erineous: still laughing free range parenting it sounds like youre talking about chickens
[6/19/12 5:37:18 PM] Jack Q: Just skip to the end, that's what I wanted to talk to you about! XD
[6/19/12 5:37:29 PM] erineous: are there still splinters in your socks
[6/19/12 5:37:42 PM] erineous: no
[6/19/12 5:39:00 PM] erineous: i don't want to skip ahead
[6/19/12 5:41:23 PM] erineous: jack don't trust this mom as far as u can throw her she wants to switch bodies with u and make u be lunamom
[6/19/12 5:44:09 PM] erineous: look at how she didn't want to go fetch her kid she wanted to make u do it
[6/19/12 5:45:03 PM] erineous: calling it right now this woman does not like beign a mother
[6/19/12 5:46:41 PM] Jack Q: I was going to tell you to stop wasting time on random parts of the post but actually this is pretty funny. You might have a point about Donna. She's nice, though.
[6/19/12 5:47:53 PM] erineous: this aint a question of nice it's a question of why is she making you do her job
[6/19/12 5:48:19 PM] erineous: luna more like loony is this kid okay
[6/19/12 5:48:28 PM] erineous: seriously though, is she autistic or something? i dont' mean that in a bad way it just seems like maybe this extends beyond the normal range of children being weird
[6/19/12 5:48:44 PM] erineous: my friend has an autistic brother and he's just kind of strange when it comes to socializing with people maybe luna has something like that
[6/19/12 5:49:13 PM] erineous: asperger's actually, I think that's what you call mild autism
[6/19/12 5:49:20 PM] erineous: don't listen to me actually idk what im talking about
[6/19/12 5:50:04 PM] Jack Q: I guess it's possible? But at the time Luna was going through a lot. Moving was pretty rough on her.
[6/19/12 5:50:15 PM] Jack Q: She seems better now
[6/19/12 5:50:40 PM] erineous: yeah, "seems". key word
[6/19/12 5:51:06 PM] erineous: ...
[6/19/12 5:51:10 PM] erineous: .................
[6/19/12 5:51:22 PM] erineous: friend for hire
[6/19/12 5:51:28 PM] erineous: your new job is friend for hire
[6/19/12 5:51:39 PM] erineous: this is not an okay thing
[6/19/12 5:52:07 PM] erineous: like okay imagine if when we had to be buddies back in middle school you didn't know that I got assigned to be your buddy and you thought it was like a nromal friendship that just happened on its own
[6/19/12 5:52:15 PM] erineous: and then u found out
[6/19/12 5:52:40 PM] erineous: and u thought this was totally organic friendship at first like seriously man you'd feel betrayed
[6/19/12 5:53:03 PM] erineous: please tell me the twist is u got the hell out of that situation cuz this is some bad shit for real
[6/19/12 5:55:19 PM] Jack Q: No, hold up a minute. Listen.
[6/19/12 5:55:31 PM] Jack Q: I genuinely like this kid! I didn't at first but she's grown on me a lot. We're actually having fun together.
[6/19/12 5:56:08 PM] Jack Q: It's not like I'm faking the friendship. I'm just being paid to WATCH her. She doesn't need to know that, she'd feel like a baby if she knew.
[6/19/12 5:56:43 PM] erineous: no man you missed my entire point
[6/19/12 5:57:38 PM] erineous: the bad part of this is that the friendship began because you were paid to hang out with her. either you need to stop accepting payment or you need to come clean with her because no matter whether or not u like her there's no way she would take this well if she found out.
[6/19/12 5:37:57 PM] erineous: honesty is key to having a friendship and if you break a friend's trust they're gonna think twice about trusting you ever again. trust me on this bro
[6/19/12 5:38:20 PM] erineous: you gotta tell her. this has got to stop.
[6/19/12 5:39:40 PM] Jack Q: Okay, maybe I shouldn't have told you to start on that post, because even if it gives you the basic information I had a really negative outlook on the whole thing there.
[6/19/12 5:40:07 PM] Jack Q: It's a weird situation, I agree. But Luna and I really are bonding. And I don't want to risk the friendship over this. It isn't worth it.
[6/19/12 5:40:35 PM] Jack Q: I'll consider what you said about ceasing to accept payment for it, but I don't think I can tell her. What's done is done. She doesn't need to know.
[6/19/12 5:44:56 PM] erineous: its your judgement call not mine. but this seems like a bad idea. im just saying.
[6/19/12 5:45:30 PM] Jack Q: I'll consider what you said.
[6/19/12 5:48:19 PM] erineous: all I can ask for. thanks man.
[6/19/12 5:48:36 PM] erineous: good luck.
The conversation more or less died after that.
I've been thinking about what she said. I'm still not sure what I should do. I don't think it would go well if I told Luna about this — not to mention, I could lose my job over it — but if I continue not to tell her, am I just digging myself in deeper? I think I need to sleep on this and see if anything seems clearer tomorrow.
On the subject of my mother and the Luna thing
My mother is downright thrilled that I'm hanging out with Luna. She likes it when things go her way.
I can't stand it when she gets smug like this, so I've been acting like this Luna thing is a big chore for me. Like I'm having absolutely no fun, it's just a job, I'm in it for the paycheck.
But, honestly? It's starting to be fun.
I don't know if I want to keep pretending it isn't.
I can't stand it when she gets smug like this, so I've been acting like this Luna thing is a big chore for me. Like I'm having absolutely no fun, it's just a job, I'm in it for the paycheck.
But, honestly? It's starting to be fun.
I don't know if I want to keep pretending it isn't.
Monday, June 18, 2012
So when I got home yesterday there was a message from Luna on my answering machine. She wanted to know if I could come over and watch a movie with her "sometime". Apparently they've finally found and unpacked the box with all the DVDs in it.
I called her back but got Donna on the phone. Conversation went something like this:
Donna: Hey Jackie, Luna's not home right now. She has a doctor's appointment. Want me to take a message for her?
Me: I was just calling to let her know I can come over sometime this week. Is she alright?
Donna: She's fine, it's just a checkup.
Me: That's good.
Donna: I just wanted to thank you for doing this. Luna seems like she's a lot better now that she has someone to hang out with and talk to.
Me: Well, thanks, that's good to hear. Better in what way?
Donna: Oh, you know her, she's so quiet and withdrawn in general. But it seems like she's coming out of her shell a bit around you. It's really great seeing her having fun with somebody. She was really upset about having to move, but now it seems like she's getting over it.
Me: Good.
Donna: I know it's an inconvenience to you having to spend time with her, but—
Me: No, it's no trouble at all. I like hanging out with Luna, she's a good kid.
Donna: Thank you, Jackie, that's very kind of you. Should I tell her you called?
Me: Please. Thanks, Donna.
I'll spare you the goodbyes.
Luna still hasn't called back. I brought the cordless phone up to my room so that when she does call I can be the one to pick up. I don't really want my mother to get involved with this more than she already is.
I called her back but got Donna on the phone. Conversation went something like this:
Donna: Hey Jackie, Luna's not home right now. She has a doctor's appointment. Want me to take a message for her?
Me: I was just calling to let her know I can come over sometime this week. Is she alright?
Donna: She's fine, it's just a checkup.
Me: That's good.
Donna: I just wanted to thank you for doing this. Luna seems like she's a lot better now that she has someone to hang out with and talk to.
Me: Well, thanks, that's good to hear. Better in what way?
Donna: Oh, you know her, she's so quiet and withdrawn in general. But it seems like she's coming out of her shell a bit around you. It's really great seeing her having fun with somebody. She was really upset about having to move, but now it seems like she's getting over it.
Me: Good.
Donna: I know it's an inconvenience to you having to spend time with her, but—
Me: No, it's no trouble at all. I like hanging out with Luna, she's a good kid.
Donna: Thank you, Jackie, that's very kind of you. Should I tell her you called?
Me: Please. Thanks, Donna.
I'll spare you the goodbyes.
Luna still hasn't called back. I brought the cordless phone up to my room so that when she does call I can be the one to pick up. I don't really want my mother to get involved with this more than she already is.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Today
Donna was out of town today. (Possibly job-related? I'm not really sure what her job is. She never talks to me about it.) I didn't know that, so I went to our usual lunchtime meeting spot and waited for half an hour. She's never been later than a couple minutes before, so once enough time had passed I decided to swing by her house and see if she was there.
As I've already explained, she wasn't there. No car in the driveway. Luna's dad was home (actually, he was outside mowing the lawn rather badly). I was going to leave when Luna came out, yelling "JACK!" at the top of her lungs (I've never heard her yell before). She was waving frantically at me, and for a minute I thought something was wrong.
I got off my bike and ran over to her. "Hey, everything okay?"
"Fine," she said, at a more normal volume this time. "Can we hang out?" When I hesitated, she pressed on. "I'm really bored, Jack, pleeeease."
I gave in. Wasn't like I had much else to do anyway.
We ended up browsing Netflix on her mother's laptop for a while. Neither of us could decide what to watch; it was one of those situations where Luna swore she'd be happy with whatever I chose, but no one ever says that honestly so I didn't want to choose anything lest she find my choice disappointing. Finally, I just said something like "I can't think of anything, how about we go on YouTube or something?"
Luna's eyes immediately lit up and she grabbed the laptop from me. When she handed it back, she'd fullscreened a video. It took me a second to realize that she'd put on an episode of My Little Pony.
"I know it's for babies," Luna said, "but it's a good cartoon! I like it."
I was really tempted to hightail it out of there. I'd never watched My Little Pony before, but naturally I'd heard about it — the show and its fandom are, of course, notorious online. I didn't want to hurt Luna's feelings, so I kept my mouth shut and decided to just watch it.
It actually wasn't bad. I don't think I'll ever call myself a fan, but I can see why it's got its fans; the cartoon is surprisingly well-made. Despite it being a little too saccharine for my tastes, the animation is visually appealing. Surprisingly, I even ended up liking the characters.
The first episode is a two-parter, and we only watched part 1 before YouTube decided to stop loading properly. (Luna's mom's laptop is kind of old, and their internet doesn't seem to be particularly fast, either.) I was relieved for the interruption as I was beginning to question my own sanity in liking a show about colorful cartoon ponies.
"So how'd you get into this show?" I asked Luna.
"I just found it on YouTube the other day," Luna said. "I did a search for my name and pony videos came up."
(Luna shares a first name with one of the My Little Pony characters. A villainous one, too.)
Luna asked me what I thought of the show. I told her that I liked it more than I expected to. That kind of killed the conversation, and after about thirty seconds of awkward silence I brought up a new topic.
"How's school going?"
"Fine," Luna said.
"Make any friends?"
"No."
This conversation wasn't really going anywhere either.
"Do you have friends at school?" Luna asked me.
"I'm homeschooled." I told her. "Remember?"
"Oh," she said, suddenly disinterested. "Right."
There was another pause, then:
"Why do you hang out with me?"
For a crazy instant I thought she was onto me. I thought she knew I was getting paid; maybe she'd overheard Donna say something, or simply guessed. How hard could it be to figure it out? In what normal world are twelve-year-olds and fifteen-year-olds friends voluntarily?
"Why do you think?" I said defensively.
"I don't know," Luna shrugged, and I relaxed. She didn't seem to have any damning evidence of my guilt after all. "It's just funny because you're so much older than me. I've never had a friend that much older than me."
I wondered if she'd ever had many friends at all, but didn't say that.
We were sitting up in Luna's room, on her bed. The room was looking a lot tidier than last I saw it; bed actually made, most of Luna's things put away, only a few moving boxes left out.
"I'm really glad we're friends," Luna told me. She leaned up against me.
It was the first time she'd touched me, apart from holding my hand a few times. It was kind of strange.
"I'm glad too," I told her.
We just sat there for a bit. I had this feeling that if I moved or said anything, I'd push her away — like she was a cat or something and the slightest motion from me would offend her. As odd as it may sound, I didn't want that moment to end. It felt like we had an actual connection. It felt like we were really friends, and if I moved it would break the moment and I'd remember that I was there because I get paid to be there.
Donna's car finally drove up and Luna immediately hopped up from the bed and ran downstairs. I followed her. Donna seemed pleasantly surprised to see me there. She sent Luna into the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water while she explained to me that she'd tried to send me an email about not being there for lunch, but her internet was having some issues.
She invited me to stay a little longer, but I declined and said I had things to do at home. Left before Luna came back; I was afraid she'd convince me to stick around.
As I've already explained, she wasn't there. No car in the driveway. Luna's dad was home (actually, he was outside mowing the lawn rather badly). I was going to leave when Luna came out, yelling "JACK!" at the top of her lungs (I've never heard her yell before). She was waving frantically at me, and for a minute I thought something was wrong.
I got off my bike and ran over to her. "Hey, everything okay?"
"Fine," she said, at a more normal volume this time. "Can we hang out?" When I hesitated, she pressed on. "I'm really bored, Jack, pleeeease."
I gave in. Wasn't like I had much else to do anyway.
We ended up browsing Netflix on her mother's laptop for a while. Neither of us could decide what to watch; it was one of those situations where Luna swore she'd be happy with whatever I chose, but no one ever says that honestly so I didn't want to choose anything lest she find my choice disappointing. Finally, I just said something like "I can't think of anything, how about we go on YouTube or something?"
Luna's eyes immediately lit up and she grabbed the laptop from me. When she handed it back, she'd fullscreened a video. It took me a second to realize that she'd put on an episode of My Little Pony.
"I know it's for babies," Luna said, "but it's a good cartoon! I like it."
I was really tempted to hightail it out of there. I'd never watched My Little Pony before, but naturally I'd heard about it — the show and its fandom are, of course, notorious online. I didn't want to hurt Luna's feelings, so I kept my mouth shut and decided to just watch it.
It actually wasn't bad. I don't think I'll ever call myself a fan, but I can see why it's got its fans; the cartoon is surprisingly well-made. Despite it being a little too saccharine for my tastes, the animation is visually appealing. Surprisingly, I even ended up liking the characters.
The first episode is a two-parter, and we only watched part 1 before YouTube decided to stop loading properly. (Luna's mom's laptop is kind of old, and their internet doesn't seem to be particularly fast, either.) I was relieved for the interruption as I was beginning to question my own sanity in liking a show about colorful cartoon ponies.
"So how'd you get into this show?" I asked Luna.
"I just found it on YouTube the other day," Luna said. "I did a search for my name and pony videos came up."
(Luna shares a first name with one of the My Little Pony characters. A villainous one, too.)
Luna asked me what I thought of the show. I told her that I liked it more than I expected to. That kind of killed the conversation, and after about thirty seconds of awkward silence I brought up a new topic.
"How's school going?"
"Fine," Luna said.
"Make any friends?"
"No."
This conversation wasn't really going anywhere either.
"Do you have friends at school?" Luna asked me.
"I'm homeschooled." I told her. "Remember?"
"Oh," she said, suddenly disinterested. "Right."
There was another pause, then:
"Why do you hang out with me?"
For a crazy instant I thought she was onto me. I thought she knew I was getting paid; maybe she'd overheard Donna say something, or simply guessed. How hard could it be to figure it out? In what normal world are twelve-year-olds and fifteen-year-olds friends voluntarily?
"Why do you think?" I said defensively.
"I don't know," Luna shrugged, and I relaxed. She didn't seem to have any damning evidence of my guilt after all. "It's just funny because you're so much older than me. I've never had a friend that much older than me."
I wondered if she'd ever had many friends at all, but didn't say that.
We were sitting up in Luna's room, on her bed. The room was looking a lot tidier than last I saw it; bed actually made, most of Luna's things put away, only a few moving boxes left out.
"I'm really glad we're friends," Luna told me. She leaned up against me.
It was the first time she'd touched me, apart from holding my hand a few times. It was kind of strange.
"I'm glad too," I told her.
We just sat there for a bit. I had this feeling that if I moved or said anything, I'd push her away — like she was a cat or something and the slightest motion from me would offend her. As odd as it may sound, I didn't want that moment to end. It felt like we had an actual connection. It felt like we were really friends, and if I moved it would break the moment and I'd remember that I was there because I get paid to be there.
Donna's car finally drove up and Luna immediately hopped up from the bed and ran downstairs. I followed her. Donna seemed pleasantly surprised to see me there. She sent Luna into the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water while she explained to me that she'd tried to send me an email about not being there for lunch, but her internet was having some issues.
She invited me to stay a little longer, but I declined and said I had things to do at home. Left before Luna came back; I was afraid she'd convince me to stick around.
Friday, June 15, 2012
And let last night's post be an example of why I shouldn't blog in the middle of the night. My writing looks rather sub-par in that post, for starters, but I'd also like to clear up something I said in regards to bullying vs. loneliness. Bullying is definitely worse. I do not regret having left public school to be homeschooled. Not being around other kids my age has been good for me. (Fifteen-year-olds are hardly any better than middle-schoolers). And though sometimes I may feel lonely or isolated, at the end of the day I'm truly better off now than I was three years ago.
That's all I can write for now. My mother wants me to go with her to a picnic.
That's all I can write for now. My mother wants me to go with her to a picnic.
Midnight blogging
I intended to post earlier, but my parents have been bugging me all week to "get out and go do something" since the weather's been nice. So I've been biking around town a lot during the day, and then my mother has been doing these "family nights" where we all have to watch TV and do jigsaw puzzles. Tonight I couldn't sleep hence the 1 am post.
Luna and I also hung out a couple times this past week. I biked by her house to see if she was around on Tuesday, and she was. (She usually is.) We watched a couple episodes of The Twilight Zone on Netflix and then I helped her with her math homework. On Wednesday I went over again and sort of awkwardly brought up the stuff Donna wanted me to talk about with her, middle school and stuff, and if anyone was bothering her. Went something like this:
Me: So... how's school?
Luna: Okay.
Me: Anyone nice?
Luna: Yeah.
Me: Have you made any friends?
Luna: No.
Me: Hey, I'm just saying this because middle school was pretty rough for me, but... if anyone's giving you a hard time, you can talk to me about it. I know middle school kids can be nasty.
Luna: No one's been nasty to me.
Me: [relieved] That's good.
Luna: Mostly they don't pay attention to me. It's alright that way.
I didn't have much to say at that point, because I couldn't decide if it was worse to be bullied or ignored. I hated being bullied in middle school, but now that I'm homeschooled I get really lonely sometimes. It's not even that I miss having friends in school, it's that I miss being around people my age, I guess.
I hope Luna is okay. She's so much nicer than the girls I knew in middle school. She deserves to have friends and be treated well.
Luna and I also hung out a couple times this past week. I biked by her house to see if she was around on Tuesday, and she was. (She usually is.) We watched a couple episodes of The Twilight Zone on Netflix and then I helped her with her math homework. On Wednesday I went over again and sort of awkwardly brought up the stuff Donna wanted me to talk about with her, middle school and stuff, and if anyone was bothering her. Went something like this:
Me: So... how's school?
Luna: Okay.
Me: Anyone nice?
Luna: Yeah.
Me: Have you made any friends?
Luna: No.
Me: Hey, I'm just saying this because middle school was pretty rough for me, but... if anyone's giving you a hard time, you can talk to me about it. I know middle school kids can be nasty.
Luna: No one's been nasty to me.
Me: [relieved] That's good.
Luna: Mostly they don't pay attention to me. It's alright that way.
I didn't have much to say at that point, because I couldn't decide if it was worse to be bullied or ignored. I hated being bullied in middle school, but now that I'm homeschooled I get really lonely sometimes. It's not even that I miss having friends in school, it's that I miss being around people my age, I guess.
I hope Luna is okay. She's so much nicer than the girls I knew in middle school. She deserves to have friends and be treated well.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
A drawing
It's supposed to be a self-portrait.
I just took a pic with my dad's iPhone camera instead of scanning it, because our scanner is kind of confusing to use. I'm just testing to see how posting pictures to this blog works anyway.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
One-Month Blogging Anniversary
I was going to write a post about how school is over now, but I realized that a month ago today was when I made my first blog post, which prompted a read-through of my own blog archive.
So in my first post I talked about my mother, and I came off as... very angry with her, which isn't fair, because she's really not a bad parent. We don't always get along because we don't have a lot in common, but I don't hate her or anything like that. She's not mean or abusive, she's just... pushy, I suppose.
I don't feel like making a long post right now, but I feel like I need to explain a little more about my relationship with my mother, so I'll explain in brief. My mother likes getting her way. She has a fixed picture of what the world is like, and reacts badly to having that picture challenged. I try to stay on her good side most of the time — fighting with her is pretty awful — but sometimes I get angry with her, and when I'm angry with her I tend to do stuff that'd piss her off if she knew about it. This is difficult to explain, but, for example, with this blog... I started it because I was annoyed with her and I heard her talking about how she can't stand bloggers. I guess this is just some form of low-risk defiance. It's not that I want anything to happen, it's that it's oddly satisfying to me to know that I'm not the person she thinks I am, and I don't have to be that person, either.
She's nosy, too. That's the other thing. Whenever she sees me typing blog posts on my laptop (thank God I have my own now; I used to have to borrow hers, and she could see my web history) she asks me what I'm writing. I've told her that I'm writing a story. She keeps pestering me for details about this story I say I'm writing; I usually just make up stuff on the fly, but she has a good memory, so I think that if this goes on much longer I'm going to have to come up with an actual story to tell her about when she asks.
I get along much better with my dad, because he's not nosy in the slightest. In fact, most of the time I think he could care less what I'm up to. He's the sort of person who's reserved normally, but can go on for hours about certain subjects (literature, mythology, and robots are his main three), so our conversations tend to be on those subjects. Sometimes I feel as though it's a bit over my head, and often I wish he'd keep his conversations brief, but at least he never tries to pry into my business.
Dad can be a bit tough to get along with during the school year, though. He's always on my case about homework. I've improved my work ethic thanks to him, but I'm still a procrastinator by default.
So, apart from my parents, my other main blogging topic has been Luna. I still don't feel as if I know the kid very well, but I'm actually glad I took the job. She's a bit strange, but a sweet kid, and watching movies with her is pretty fun.
I also mentioned Erin a week or so ago. She's graduating in two weeks! I'm really excited for her, and I'm going to go to her graduation. Hopefully. Provided I can get a ride.
In my first post I said I might post some art here. I haven't drawn much in the past month, but maybe I can draw something now that school's out. My tablet is broken but I'm better with pencil anyway.
So in my first post I talked about my mother, and I came off as... very angry with her, which isn't fair, because she's really not a bad parent. We don't always get along because we don't have a lot in common, but I don't hate her or anything like that. She's not mean or abusive, she's just... pushy, I suppose.
I don't feel like making a long post right now, but I feel like I need to explain a little more about my relationship with my mother, so I'll explain in brief. My mother likes getting her way. She has a fixed picture of what the world is like, and reacts badly to having that picture challenged. I try to stay on her good side most of the time — fighting with her is pretty awful — but sometimes I get angry with her, and when I'm angry with her I tend to do stuff that'd piss her off if she knew about it. This is difficult to explain, but, for example, with this blog... I started it because I was annoyed with her and I heard her talking about how she can't stand bloggers. I guess this is just some form of low-risk defiance. It's not that I want anything to happen, it's that it's oddly satisfying to me to know that I'm not the person she thinks I am, and I don't have to be that person, either.
She's nosy, too. That's the other thing. Whenever she sees me typing blog posts on my laptop (thank God I have my own now; I used to have to borrow hers, and she could see my web history) she asks me what I'm writing. I've told her that I'm writing a story. She keeps pestering me for details about this story I say I'm writing; I usually just make up stuff on the fly, but she has a good memory, so I think that if this goes on much longer I'm going to have to come up with an actual story to tell her about when she asks.
I get along much better with my dad, because he's not nosy in the slightest. In fact, most of the time I think he could care less what I'm up to. He's the sort of person who's reserved normally, but can go on for hours about certain subjects (literature, mythology, and robots are his main three), so our conversations tend to be on those subjects. Sometimes I feel as though it's a bit over my head, and often I wish he'd keep his conversations brief, but at least he never tries to pry into my business.
Dad can be a bit tough to get along with during the school year, though. He's always on my case about homework. I've improved my work ethic thanks to him, but I'm still a procrastinator by default.
So, apart from my parents, my other main blogging topic has been Luna. I still don't feel as if I know the kid very well, but I'm actually glad I took the job. She's a bit strange, but a sweet kid, and watching movies with her is pretty fun.
I also mentioned Erin a week or so ago. She's graduating in two weeks! I'm really excited for her, and I'm going to go to her graduation. Hopefully. Provided I can get a ride.
In my first post I said I might post some art here. I haven't drawn much in the past month, but maybe I can draw something now that school's out. My tablet is broken but I'm better with pencil anyway.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Met up with Donna today. She asked me if I felt like I was getting to know Luna a little better, and I answered honestly and told her that yes, I am, but I still don't feel like I know her very well at all. Donna then went on to talk about how Luna is having problems fitting in at school, and how she worries that maybe she's being bullied, and do I have any advice I could give her (Luna) on how to deal with that? (Apparently there was a parent-teacher conference the other night, which I suppose was the trigger for this.)
So now I've got to try and talk to Luna about how not to be bullied in school, even though my personal solution to middle-school bullying was to start being homeschooled.
Great.
This is definitely going to go well.
So now I've got to try and talk to Luna about how not to be bullied in school, even though my personal solution to middle-school bullying was to start being homeschooled.
Great.
This is definitely going to go well.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Luna and I watched Up!; you know, the Pixar movie. Both of us had seen it before, but it was still fun. I have to admit, I like Pixar a lot.
The funny thing is, Luna started talking during the movie. She'd always been quiet when we went to see movies in the theater, but at home she kept making comments. I don't know if she's more comfortable talking while at home (as opposed to being out in public), or if she's more comfortable around me now, or both.
Donna and I arranged to do one of our lunchtime meetups tomorrow. I realize I've not been talking about those like I used to, but actually little has happened since the last one I mentioned. We just talk a little bit about Luna, she pays me, we talk about when I'm free next, etc. Not too exciting.
The funny thing is, Luna started talking during the movie. She'd always been quiet when we went to see movies in the theater, but at home she kept making comments. I don't know if she's more comfortable talking while at home (as opposed to being out in public), or if she's more comfortable around me now, or both.
Donna and I arranged to do one of our lunchtime meetups tomorrow. I realize I've not been talking about those like I used to, but actually little has happened since the last one I mentioned. We just talk a little bit about Luna, she pays me, we talk about when I'm free next, etc. Not too exciting.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Just got a call from Luna. I'm not even sure how she knew my number. (It was our house phone, so I guess she might have looked it up in the phone book. Or maybe Donna knows it.) She asked me if I wanted to come over tomorrow and watch a movie with her at her house instead of going to the theater. I told her sure. I hope someone makes popcorn for us.
To whoever's reading this, happy June. I only have one more week of school left. I'd be excited for summer except that I generally have nothing to do in the summer, and we're not going anywhere on vacation until August. At best I'll get to hang out with Erin some more, but her school doesn't get out until the 22nd.
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