too too too fast
2009-03-08 7:52 p.m.
Oh la, nostalgia. I'm prematurely wistful already. I'm still in the middle of this age, but the end is in sight and it's worrying me.
Yesterday morning was the last MUN final Christine and I will ever host for our class. Next quarter we are still teaching but in lieu of the traditional Saturday simulation, we're having the kids work the high school conference we host every year. On Tuesday when we were reminding people of the time, place and details, one of the kids remarked on how quickly time goes by during the simulation. We've moved the start from 9 am to 10 am and have it last roughly three hours. I'm always worried that people will grumble about getting up early and onto campus on a Saturday, but it's always been a good time. The best yesterday, in fact.
Everything ran smoothly, especially for Security Council standards. Somehow on the topic of Israel-Palestine, everyone agreed and we passed two resolutions. I was shocked. I know that the United Nations is supposed to be about peace and cooperation, but I'm always itching to shake things up. I really need to tone down the aggression.
After a quick rest at home for a couple of hours, Christine dragged me to see the Jonas Brothers 3D concert experience. I had my many hesitations, but I went because a) I wanted to be a good friend and support her in this time of madness and b) I was drunk. Actually, I wasn't drunk when we got there, but as soon as the opening credits started rolling and I heard the saccharine pop music, I started quickly. Considering the 20 oz of vodka and juice I had, it was a tolerably good time.
We stumbled around the Tustin District for awhile to sober up. For dinner I was ecstatic to find out that Johnny Rockets serves egg salad sandwiches and endless fries - though the sandwich was sub par, I didn't get any refills on fries and I only used a sixth of the bottle of ketchup. Losing my touch, I know.
Amy came when we were done eating to meet up for drinks, even though it was clear we didn't need any more. I felt rude to just sit at the bar and order water though, so I had a gin and tonic. I feel as though lately I've been having as of much if not more gin than water - but don't be alarmed, this is due more to the fact that I don't really drink water.
Amy was just gaining momentum for the night, so we ended up going to our mutual friend Rachelle's party at 10 pm. I was a bit of a debbie downer and didn't drink, though I think this should be redeemed by the fact I was being responsible and thinking about who was going to drive. Alright, I lie, being responsible was not the main reason. I had quite literally had enough, where I needed to stop myself lest I be shopping around for a liver in a couple of years.
I'm exaggerating my alcohol intake.
Still, I was nauseous and not in the mood. I sat patiently on the couch while Christine and Amy played beer pong, helmed the laptop in the corner to play Interpol while they danced, or shut myself in Rachelle's bedroom on the phone with Christina while they socialized. Whoo me. No wonder no one approaches me in any social situation. At the end of the night, there was a boy in the bedroom while I was getting our coats and bags who seemed very leery and chatty.
"Hey, are you leaving? Why don't you come sit here?"
"Yep, see ya."
That's word for word what I said, in the tone I'm sure you can imagine and cringe at.
I really shouldn't have gone out as much as I have lately, but I feel like Jesus cramming as much leavened bread and fish in my mouth before the forty days and forty nights in the desert.
Christine: "We won't be able to do this anymore soon. How deperesing."
We're all growing up too too too fast. I can't even handle a couple of days without Christina's immediate company anymore. Imagine how distraught I will be when we are all scattered across the country (or world) and are too busy climbing ladders to look back. I'm not good at goodbyes, and the worst at keeping in touch. It's my lazy nature. Oh I'm sure all of my friends are well worth the effort but goodness do I love putting things off in favor of napping on the couch.
Christ, I won't be able to nap on the couch anymore.
I would go look for the fountain of youth, but I hate Florida. Damn the humidity.
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