Sunday May 10 finds me relaxing on a bed with a laptop in front of me, waiting for the teapot to boil and listening to my friend talk to her cat on the floor. She’s a cat person, a serious cat person; I’m not. I don’t mind them I just don’t like pets as a rule. Pondering on the fact that I never write blog posts like this I wonder if it’s because I don’t usually write my posts lying in a bed with laptop at a friend’s house; then I wonder if I should try to write about myself in all three persons and all three tenses since I’m being unsual in th first place, the more the better, right?
Upon deciding this, she (third person, present tense) notices that the date at the top of her page is no longer the real date; while writing the above paragraph, it has become Monday the 11th. You (second person, future tense) will now proceed to portray the afernoon of the previous day and you will write in thy normal way of writing. Proceed (first person, past tense):
Well yeah, I’m just a little tired! I’m fifteen now, yes, I thought you should all know that. I feel very old. You see, when you are nine everyone says, “well, just wait ’til you’re double digits”, then it’s, “wait ’til you’re in Junior High”, then, “sorry, this is only for teenagers”, then it becomes, “you’re not in highschool yet, Dear”, and then I finally make it to highschool only to be greeted with… “your only a freshman!” All I’ve got to say is, ‘whatever!’. Somebody is always going to be older then me, it’s always been that way, is that way, and aways will be that way. So that’s that. I’m fifteen.
Here’s my day in case you were getting bored of my rambling:
Went to church.
Talked to Miriam after church. Miriam gave me a book of piano music from all of the Jane Austen movies. I like it very much.
Alex and I went to Paul and Elle’s house to stay the night. (BTW: Elle=Lady Claire, Paul=Black Prince)
Looked up all the local pools in the yellow pages only to discover that they weren’t opening ’til May 23. (Little comment here: It’s ninety degrees out, that’s what matters, not the day of the month, really, don’t be stupid city pools and the people who run them, nobody cares about dates, it’s true, everyone says it’s all about dates, but us no numerical people know better, really. Elle says it was 96 for prosperity…)
We went back into the forest (small junipers lots of underbrush, partly grass and partly old concrete. Its just the area between the subdivision they live in, and the mainhighway, in case you had your hopes up. But for all optimists just think ” the forest”) in search of dewberries (blackberries) which were really good.
We ate lunch.
Go back to the “forest” and play hide ad seek with Elle’s dog. (Let me just describe this for people like myself, who don’t just randomly play games of hide and seek with a full grown mutt. I stand with Elle at the end of the street while the three boys(Alex, Paul, and his little brother, Tim) make a mad dash for the woods. Then Paul makes a loud “hoot” sound from somwhere in the woods, and the dog tears off into the forest with Elle and I running and stumbling -I’m not sure which to call it- after the him. Through the grass and blackberry vines, across the rock and concrete patch, and into a small area of closelywooded trees, about my height, growing one to two inches apart. Through this, the dog pulled us with twigs and leaves strewn throughout our hair. Then with another sniff the dog leaped forward, leaving my Elle flat on her face, looking like a murder victim left to die at the side of the highway, hidden in this thickly underbrushed area, where no sane person would dare to venture, (‘dare to venture’ sounds so much more dramatic then ‘-go-’ ) Anyways she stood up undamaged and we pursued her mutt through the under brush, rocks, concrete, and small stunted junipers. A sharp turn around old pipe and there were the boys, relaxing in the shade of the one and only shade tree. It reminded me of people sunbathing on the beach in California; compared to us sweaty and tired. We were like people who had just hiked across the sahara.
Anyways, after that…. Okay, I’m stopping the narrative just to say that that really wasn’t quite what happened; it was a little less !dramatic! It was fun, and the boys were just as sweaty as we were, and Elle didn’t really fall on her face. But you know my blog has to be part fiction or I don’t think anybody would read it. You want to know why I think this? Because it’s true. When I post the plain old unfictious truth, nobody reads it. Okay, I will now continue the narrative to our next line, in which…
…we play Nertz.
After that we had a water balloon fight which was so much fun. I’ll just leave that up to your imagination. I have a couple of pictures, but to tell you the truth, I have absoulutley NO IDEA how to upload them. I’m really bad with computers…
Well, that leaves us with dinner (hamburgers, corn, and salad, but I didn’t eat any of the salad …*hides*) and a movie (Arsenic and Old Lace), and the we played a game, and then I lay down on the bed to write this blog post…
~Ness
