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Dramatic

Posted in Belleville, Events, Friends, School with tags , , on June 6, 2010 by Jeremy

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Tonight, there was a school concert I was sort of pushed into doing stage tech work for.  Fortunately, a few of my friends were there, so I didn’t have to be bored as heck.

One of my favorite friends is the one pictured above.  She’ll probably never read this, and I don’t even know why it’s necessary for me to write about her, but I don’t care. It’s the day before the last day of Project 365; I think I’m entitled to write whatever the heck I want!

Anyway.

For one, she’s one of those friends that is hard to forget.  A lot of people complain about how their friends don’t hang out with them anymore, causing their friendships to buckle.  That’s dumb.  With this particular girl, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other.  When we finally do and hang out, it’s evident nothing’s changed.  I owe it all to her.  It’s her personality.  I can’t find one word to describe it, and I’m not going to try.  (In other words, I’m too lazy and too dumb to find that perfect word.)

Here’s to eternal friendship, my Ecuagyptian!

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It Was Cold

Posted in Belleville, Friends, Home, School with tags , , , , , , on December 7, 2009 by Jeremy

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A half-day.  In a world full of seemingly endless barrage of school work, these days become…”commodities.” (That’s the first word that came into my head.)

It probably doesn’t make sense, but let’s make it make sense!

Yes, in this world, half-days are bought with much fervor.  Every huge crowd one’s eyes can see in a market is expected to surround a half-day-selling merchant.

“Single session!” as a merchant would call it.  “Single session sold here!”

Everyone waves his own possessions up high for trade.

“I’ll give you algebra homework for a ‘periods 1-2-3-11-12′ half-day!” a girl yells.  She then turns aside and whispers to her friend, “I have algebra class periods 5-6.  Ain’t no way I’m going to that class today.”

She’s suddenly shoved by a young man, who offers something that makes eyes widen in disbelief.  “I got me here a bathroom key!”

Instantly, the crowd’s attention goes to the young man.  Everyone attempts to lunge at the young man’s arm, stretched up high to keep the key away from everyone.  “Whoa, whoa,” the lad finally says.  “This ain’t for any o’ youse.  I want me a ‘all-periods half-day.'”

“You’ve come to the right place,” the merchant says, above all the noise the crowd makes.  He easily parts the crowd and grabs the stretched arm of the young man who was sieged by the masses.

“I’ll never get my half-day,” the girl grumbles.

Friend came over for a while.  Then, at one time, I just felt like lying on the floor…