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Ever since me mother saw an old friend of mine's mother and got to talking, I've been meaning to call him. We were best friends for a good number of years starting in kindergarden. We split apart over time, and eventually it came to be that are family would bump into his every few years, give or take. So I was suprised when my parents ended up at his house after my brother's graduation (he wasn't there, but apparently he got a lot of applause when they said his name and said he was currently in the marines). They called and said I should come over to the graduation party there, so I went. Very cool. It's weird being in a house and yard you haven't stepped foot in for like 10 years or so but still remember just enough for it to be weird. I tried the tried and true method of standing around quietly and with a hint of nervousness.
Eventually I got into a volleyball game. Damn, but I suck. I haven't played since like junior high, and even then I sucked. And of course, such a game would not be a game involving a ball and myself without it ending up smacking me in the face at least once. It's like a rule or something. I think it's the glasses, they come with some sort of catch. "You can see, but you're going to get hit in the face." I must say though, except for when it sends the ball straight down into your upturned face, having a tree over the net and field makes for a much more interesting game. Completely changes directions and such.
Anyway, I ended up with a bunch of cool people around a table playing something which I can't remember the name of, but may also go by the name of bs. It involves 5 dice per person, and apparently a long time spent with everyone making jokes at each other. Very keen.
Tomorrow, I resume my hunt for the perfect job, try not to weep gently because I know I will not, and maybe get around to actually reformatting my computer before it crashes completely, but I wouldn't count on it.
Eventually I got into a volleyball game. Damn, but I suck. I haven't played since like junior high, and even then I sucked. And of course, such a game would not be a game involving a ball and myself without it ending up smacking me in the face at least once. It's like a rule or something. I think it's the glasses, they come with some sort of catch. "You can see, but you're going to get hit in the face." I must say though, except for when it sends the ball straight down into your upturned face, having a tree over the net and field makes for a much more interesting game. Completely changes directions and such.
Anyway, I ended up with a bunch of cool people around a table playing something which I can't remember the name of, but may also go by the name of bs. It involves 5 dice per person, and apparently a long time spent with everyone making jokes at each other. Very keen.
Tomorrow, I resume my hunt for the perfect job, try not to weep gently because I know I will not, and maybe get around to actually reformatting my computer before it crashes completely, but I wouldn't count on it.
