Hiiiii.
I'm Lisa. I like long walks on the beach and watching mindless children's television.
My, oh my, how we've grown up. I don't know why but I feel like crying. Sigh. Lol. I cried at the end of Toy Story 3 last night. It was hilarious. Not me crying, the movie, silly.
But we'll get back to that in a bit. Or in another post.
Since a CERTAIN PERSON didn't know that I have heritage from Ghana (*cough, cough* PERSONWHOKNOWSWHOSHEIS), I will take time to talk about the recent occurences in worldwide sports.
HAHA, SUCKAS! GHANA BEAT THE US IN THE FIFA WORLD CUP FOR THE SECOND TIME IN A ROW! BAHAHA, LOSAS! WE'S SOME NINJAZ, MAYNE.
I'm sorry. I lost my cool there. (Because I *totally* have cool, right?) My dad accused me of being a double-sided weenie pants because I could have go either way and STILL WIN the match. But I went for Ghana. You can see it all over my social networking profiles. (If you can't, that means you're not my friend/following me, or that you're A STALKING STALKER WEENIE PANTS AND YOU SHOULD LEAVE ME ALONE.) We could've owned A LOT faster if we had Michael "The Bison" Essien. (I don't speak Twi/Akan, so I can't give you the actual translation for that. Forgive me.) Okay. I think that's it.
Guh. The ComedySportz team is UBER hilarious. We saw them in Sunday School. Good, clean fun. Here's a link, yo. http://www.comedysportzhouston.com/
Hey. Remind me to make a celeb crush list. ;] Teehee.
Speaking of 'teeheeing', I will now be talking about things. (As if I haven't been already.)
OMGizzles (okay, I really need to grow up...) Crap. I forgot what I wanted to ---- Vacation Bible School! Memory's back.
I had a group of 5 (4 technically, because one of them only showed up on Tuesday) of the cutest little boys, and they were crazy... and extremely hyperactive. For security reasons, I will not be releasing their names. But YAY! They were adorable! I already miss them so much even though I saw them this morning! I think I'll make a post about it later.
So now, since I've been talking about growing up, I will explain doing so.
Most people define growing up as the event in which an young person ages and matures. I have even explained it in an earlier post. Since the person I will be talking about most likely does not read my blog (yes, I'm talking about YOU. No, not you. Him.), I am free to discuss the real events that occurred last week. This past week. Whatever.
- I've heard that my posts are insanely erratic, off-topic, and namely just horrible (Okay. Not that last one. I came up with it. And the rest of them. Because they're true.). I will be 'talkin' 'bout mah generation' eventually. I'm sorry. -
Back to what I was saying. My friend... What can we call him? Johnny-Bonnie-Billy-Bob. (See? I need to grow up. Soy un perdedor.) We can call him... Tristan. Same number of letters. (Please don't stalk my Facebook friends trying to figure this out.) I don't think I know any Tristans. But there was this one guy in first grade with that same last name. Oh well. (There I go again, off on a tangent. Crap. I've got a Calc packet to finish. See what I did there? Tangent? Math? Ugh. I'll stop.) There's a significant age difference between this Tristan and I, of which I can't disclose because it would give it away. I probably already have. I was around Tristan a lot this week. (Shoomp! Flew out the window. The cat is out of the bag. He probably knows. ~By the way, shoomp is an onomatopoeia. And THAT, Colin and Matt-from-the-awesome-ComedySportz, is how its spelled. :D~)
Anyway, this Tristan character is a good friend of mine (Seriously, I don't think he knows how much he means to me... especially since he left. I know I'm not that important to him. Sigh.) and we've been casually talking to each other all week about college and VBS and lots of other stuff. Then I royally messed up on Friday morning when I talked to him. I was way too excited to see him, and I still hadn't switched from preschool to normal mode. (Allusion to TS3.) There was an incident with waving and stupidity and such (I will be talking about this full on, so 'Tristan', if you're reading this, this is what really happened in my mind and I don't think you're stupid at all. In fact, for the longest time, I was convinced you were the smartest friend I had.) which ended really badly. Crap. You just saw my vulnerability all hanging out. Ugh. I need to punch stuff. --Man, this has gotten long.--
So, earlier in the week (like, Thursday), I was worn out halfway through VBS which isn't normal for me (I'll explain VBS soon) because I'd been stuck in traffic with my aunt, my brothers, and my 5 year old second cousin (if she's a child of my cousin, then she's my second cousin, right? Or am I an aunt?) for an hour and a half. A freakin' hour and a half. For a trip that takes 20 minutes. GUH. (At least it's not like our evacuation from Hurricane Rita. We got to the Woodlands - 45 minutes from our house - in 14 HOURS.) I was an hour late. I was exasperated, but I got to church just in time to rescue one of my boys from deathly whipped cream and strawberries. He's allergic. It was our turn to make snacks, so that's what they were doing. When it was actually snack time, about 40 minutes later, I dove into the break room and ran into my friends, including 'Tristan'. I gave him one of my classic smiles and such and waved at him all perky-like. Then he made fun of me. Now we will skip to Friday.
Please message me if you want all the girly, mushy details because I don't want to scare away people. Not that they're scary or anything.
Friday morning, we were stuck in less traffic, so I got to church at 9:15. Close enough. I was all sweaty-like. I saw a friend I hadn't seen in awhile who was supposed to be working the VBS but hadn't been there all week. I went over to talk to her and Tristan was there. Shoot. I skipped. Go back a couple lines. "I was all sweaty-like." Then I ran into Tristan and smiled. I didn't wave. And the dialogue (with interpretive smiley faces) commences... now!
Me: Hey. :D
T: Good morning! :D
Me: Good morning. :D
T: What, no wave today? :)
Me: Nah, I don't wave when I say 'good morning'. ;)
T: Oh, so is there some special rule I don't know about? Is it because you're so smart and I'm stupid? :|
Me: ... :?
T: You could have at least said I wasn't stupid. :/
Me: ?!? :S :[
That last thing he said didn't even register until after he left because he was walking upstairs. Then the rest of the day = total ignorance of me. I was upset, like the whole weekend. I don't know why, so don't ask. Really, don't. Ugh. Jerk! You asked. Fine. My friendships are really sensitive to me, so even though no one really knows me, I don't want to have people mad at me. Stop making this so personal. I was just telling a story.
Now we get back to the part where I realized I skipped ahead. He was in the group. And I did the wave then and Tristan says, "What are you, a circus clown?" I remarked with a "That's not nice" and he said, "I didn't say you WERE a clown." Me = SADFACE. I went to go talk to my boys and my assistants. He NOW ignores me the whole day.
But I talked to him this morning for 15 seconds. I was a little okay. Friendship = somewhat reconciled. Then all my emotions flooded back. GAH.
I revealed too much. Sorry if I freaked you out. Especially you, "Tristan". I think I just cut open my heart and let all my stupid, bloody emotion-filled valves drip onto my laptop. I may or may not have just squirted some in your face. And Nickelodeon can't spelled psyched or psycho. I'm watching Victorious, by the way. I like how they can just skip school to go to the beach. (I will discuss that in my REAL generation blog. --this post was originally called "Talkin' 'Bout Mah Generation", if you hadn't figured out. I didn't write much about that, did I? Heh, heh. << Greg Heffley laughter!)
Well, since I'm being a softie, let me say I love y'all and thanks for reading. Sorry this was so long. Again.
See you soon. :]
Lisa
Title: Satisfy by Vedera
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