9/13/05 03:57 pm - 99 Red Balloons Go By
It’s been a week since the funeral and Lisa’s really gone. It was odd being there, around her family and “friends?. I don’t know, there was just some unsaid tension between her parents and I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. The one positive thing about Oregon (aside from Amber) was Adam. He was so supportive with me and I can’t begin to thank him. I heard he missed some crucial practices too. That silly boy, he shouldn’t have done that.
I’ve been so bad with keeping this thing updated! Blogging is wonderful art and it helps me improve my writing so I should give it some attention. Ever since I came back from Oregon, I’ve been kind of avoidant with most thingies, including people. I’m really sorry to everyone for pulling a Howard Hughes and shooing company away. I don’t like being alone, not now. But when people are around me, I go quiet. I need someone who will just be there… kind of like what Adam did for me in Oregon. I promise that once I finish up all my homework and read all these journals, I’ll do some socializing. I’m...okay? I’m trying to be, to move on and such. So Josh, AC, Cheyenne, Brianne, Tyler, Tony, and Adam, watch out for me! And Amber, you know we’ll resume our cinematic entertainment soon. I have to show you “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun? with that girl from Heathers/Beverly Hills 90210/Charmed.
What now? Move on? I don’t know how to. Do I just resume how things were before? Like when I was crushing on Josh and Adam like a lovelorn schoolgirl? I feel like I’m forced to move on, I know I have to. I don’t think I’m ready to be thrown into the sea of social events again, it’s not right. I just need some time. And in the midst of all these murders, I can’t help but regress a little. I want to be that 7 year old girl who played Tea Time with her friends, dressed in pearls and floppy hats. I don’t want to grow up and be where I am now, dealing with the loss of friends and horrible events. Oy vey, I’m going to the dark place again.... Must get out of it ASAP.
On a last note, I’m sorry to everyone who knew Jasper, Ace and/or Vanessa. Regardless of who they were, the events that occurred shouldn’t have. If you guys need anything, to cope or deal, I’m kind of in the same boat. Shelby likes pez is where you can reach me. Okie dok, it’s time to go to journalism class and write up fake articles like Stephen Glass. The lunch meat is made out of people, I swear.