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Jul. 21st, 2002
Very strange...
Jul. 21st, 2002 01:01 pmI woke up this morning to a torrential thunder storm. The rain was so much that all of the garden was almost instantly covered with water. I'm starting to think I'm in Florida or something o_O. I got up when I heard my parents getting ready to leave for my granny. Somehow I was worried they could get into an accident or something, driving on the highway in such a bad storm. But I trust my dad to be careful.
Now, the strange thing is that now the storm is kinda... wiped off the surface of the earth. As if it was never even windy. Birds cry, there's a bit of sun... Okay, the trees are dripping, but that's about it. Very strange... o.o
On the other hand, if the weather was so bad before (and the thunder's still rolling, I can hear it), then I can assume that the lifeguards aren't doing their watch today. *cackles* Why am I cackling? Because this means that this girl, Lisa, won't be going there. And why does this matter? Because Lisa will join us tonight when we're going to see MIB 2 and it was because of her that my bro said we'd have to eat dinner later, after the movie (which would be around 11!!) since we wouldn't make it to the theater in time to have a bite before the movie. This sucked. For one, I don't want to eat at 11 PM! That's way too late! And then I don't want to hang out with him and that girl. Don't get me wrong, she's nice and all, but I just don't want to hang out with her. And last but not least, I want to be home for my Tom. I want to be able to chat and talk to him. I don't want to sit and wait there for hours, hearing to her gabbing and not being able to be home and chat with my friends.
Hm... then again, maybe they already had left before the storm. Now that would suck. Oh well... if all else fails, I will drive there myself. *sighs* Not the nicest of solutions, but it's possible. That would definitely avoid the problem of having to hang out with them...
Oh well, we'll see...
Now, the strange thing is that now the storm is kinda... wiped off the surface of the earth. As if it was never even windy. Birds cry, there's a bit of sun... Okay, the trees are dripping, but that's about it. Very strange... o.o
On the other hand, if the weather was so bad before (and the thunder's still rolling, I can hear it), then I can assume that the lifeguards aren't doing their watch today. *cackles* Why am I cackling? Because this means that this girl, Lisa, won't be going there. And why does this matter? Because Lisa will join us tonight when we're going to see MIB 2 and it was because of her that my bro said we'd have to eat dinner later, after the movie (which would be around 11!!) since we wouldn't make it to the theater in time to have a bite before the movie. This sucked. For one, I don't want to eat at 11 PM! That's way too late! And then I don't want to hang out with him and that girl. Don't get me wrong, she's nice and all, but I just don't want to hang out with her. And last but not least, I want to be home for my Tom. I want to be able to chat and talk to him. I don't want to sit and wait there for hours, hearing to her gabbing and not being able to be home and chat with my friends.
Hm... then again, maybe they already had left before the storm. Now that would suck. Oh well... if all else fails, I will drive there myself. *sighs* Not the nicest of solutions, but it's possible. That would definitely avoid the problem of having to hang out with them...
Oh well, we'll see...
Yesterday, I went to meet with X's parents. It was very nice, in a way. We had a very pleasant chat. Marc, X's brother, was there too. He's nice, so different from how he was when I first met him. He was taking a lot of pills though. Anti-depressant... His dad made a very good cake. This sounds so trivial, but it's true. He makes very nice cakes. That's where X got his talent from... *sighs*
So, it was a really nice afternoon. But then later his dad began to whip out the photos.. He had pics of the car and the accident and the site and all... I refused to look at them though. Terrible... he even described the corpse to my parents! T_T Thank God I wasn't in the room then. My dad said he got the impression he was even going to show them pictures of the corpse! T_T I really don't get them. They have a weird way of dealing with the pain. Of course, after I knew that my dad knew what the corpse looked like, I had to know it too. So I asked him to tell me. He said I didn't want to know, but I did. So he told me in the car and I cried a little. And now I will forget it again. This is not how I shall remember him.
I only looked at the portfolio of his works and some of his pictures... That was already more than I could bear. One of his peers had created a little album with pics of him. It was so sad... I mean, the pics were nice but in the end there was this rhyme about someone leaving and it had a pic of X walking into the distance, down an alley... God, it was so sad... I tried so hard not to cry. I didn't want to make his parents sad again. They seemed to be very calm. Only his mother sobbed once. And I knew that if I started crying, they'd cry too and I didn't want to do that to them. It was very strenuous...
All the while I was tempted to say "Okay, this was all very nice. I got it. Let's now just call the whole thing off and go back to where X is alive and I'll just call him up and we'll have a coffee together and talk about the old times. Isn't that possible... please?" I wanted to say that all the time. It just doesn't seem real. I still don't really believe it...
So, it was a really nice afternoon. But then later his dad began to whip out the photos.. He had pics of the car and the accident and the site and all... I refused to look at them though. Terrible... he even described the corpse to my parents! T_T Thank God I wasn't in the room then. My dad said he got the impression he was even going to show them pictures of the corpse! T_T I really don't get them. They have a weird way of dealing with the pain. Of course, after I knew that my dad knew what the corpse looked like, I had to know it too. So I asked him to tell me. He said I didn't want to know, but I did. So he told me in the car and I cried a little. And now I will forget it again. This is not how I shall remember him.
I only looked at the portfolio of his works and some of his pictures... That was already more than I could bear. One of his peers had created a little album with pics of him. It was so sad... I mean, the pics were nice but in the end there was this rhyme about someone leaving and it had a pic of X walking into the distance, down an alley... God, it was so sad... I tried so hard not to cry. I didn't want to make his parents sad again. They seemed to be very calm. Only his mother sobbed once. And I knew that if I started crying, they'd cry too and I didn't want to do that to them. It was very strenuous...
All the while I was tempted to say "Okay, this was all very nice. I got it. Let's now just call the whole thing off and go back to where X is alive and I'll just call him up and we'll have a coffee together and talk about the old times. Isn't that possible... please?" I wanted to say that all the time. It just doesn't seem real. I still don't really believe it...
WTF????!??!?
Jul. 21st, 2002 01:54 pmA SLORG?????
*pouts and disregards the results of the Neopet's "Which Petpet are you" quiz*
*pouts and disregards the results of the Neopet's "Which Petpet are you" quiz*
