Dilated is a pretty spectacular guy. Let me tell you all the reasons why.

Just kidding.

That's not the way challenges work.

:3 Hehe.

I WILL, HOWEVER, tell you about the great time I had, yesterday.

It started with me asking Meagan what time she wanted to see Scott Pilgrim. Instead of giving me a time, she asked if I wanted to go to a party.

So I went to that.

Well, first, I chopped up one of my old elementary school shirts so it would actually fit my body size/shape. I cut slits all up the sides and tied them like what's popular, right now. It looked pretty hot. After adding a few hair ties to my wrist (because of the paint), I was out the door and in my friend Meagan's car.

When we got there...I was greeted by Sarah's brother's flapping package.

I wish I was kidding.

He'd stripped down to his boxers (with a piece of duct tape to close the slit) and was jumping enthusiastically.

Let me back up for a second:

*I've known him since I was nine or ten. I've seen him half-naked more times than I've probably seen my biological brother half-naked.

I'm used to it.*

People were already *sort of* painted by the time I showed, but we started in more enthusiastically after some time went by. The paint was gone within an hour, I'm sure. It was splattered all over the floor of the garage, all over EVERYONE, and we kept smashing into each other while raving, so there were huge smears of color corresponding to others all over us.

We also went to BiLo.

All of us.

Even the shirtless, shoeless guys (I borrowed Ethan's shoes even though his arch support is like ZERO and his shoe size far surpasses my own) came with. They, of course, decided to run. I didn't want to, so I had to run to catch up when they kept going. Sarah and I walked the final third of the trek, refusing to run.

Ethan did a lap or two around the whole store in just his boxers. No one stopped him. Craig actually came to the checkout with us (shirtless but not so pantsless). People mostly laughed at us, the paint-splattered and half-naked youths. For some reason, adults find it entirely precocious.

We received a few yells from cars (I think you call them cat calls), there and back, running along the sidewalks. We were safe, but not cautious. Those streets are like the backs of our hands. I ran across them even as a kid to get home from Sarah's. It's hard to explain how cool it looked.

When we got back, things kind of settled down. Which is hard to imagine. Events trickled into the front yard, where we watched the guys play on the top of Meagan's car and Ethan climb the light pole (WHICH MAKES ME NERVOUS, PS). Meagan and I changed clothes without anyone seeing (except each other), and there was an inflatable whale kiddie pool out front.

I ended up laying in the middle of the road with Ethan. Because he asked me to. He told me, "If a car comes, I'll save your life," so I trusted him, because I guess that's what I should do with people I've known for eight years of my life. He yanked me up off the ground twice. In between...we just kinda talked. I don't even know how some stuff came up. But it was really cool. I'd forgotten how nice it was to lay around and talk to him. We sort of used to, back when I was younger.

But not so much these days.

I miss talking to people and having it feel easy.

Anyway. Afterward, Meagan and I spent the night with Sarah (and technically Ethan, but only because he's her brother). We ate cookie things (which made my stomach churn (I'm used to fruits and granola; my stomach isn't geared towards mushy giant cookie things)), sat around and talked, watched a show or two, then parted ways for bed. Sarah went to her own bed, I took the floor, and Meagan took the couch right by my patch of floor.

Meagan and I ended up talking until a little after six in the morning. Then I totally passed out, only to wake up again just as Ethan's foot stepped beside my face, headed out.

I didn't let it keep me up.

In fact, I slept (and Meagan did, too) until around noon. We sat for a while, got dressed, whatever. They ate another cookie each...I didn't. I shudder to think of that rich taste.

Then I realized that, in all this, I had never told my mom that I wasn't home.

...It's probably best.

But still, I had to head home to give my dog her glaucoma drops. So, just as it started to rain, Sarah drove me home. My friend Ian called me, later, and asked how far to my campus and told me he and John were headed my way. I laughed and wished him luck, since my college doesn't move in for another couple days.

And now I'm going to the beach, tomorrow. :]

Technically today.

Either way. BEACH TRIP! :D

Then I guess my parents get a day, on Thursday, before I leave. For the most part. They don't need me ALL night.

Then I move in! I'm just sort of excited to start off a new chapter. Two weeks ago, I was absolutely devastated about some things. Now it's a welcome deal. I've come to peace.


And I'm having a LOT of fun.

Sounds pretty sweet!!
» Zanzibar on 2010-08-18 08:40:22

I read this whole thing. Which is weird, because there's not really anything in it that I can relate to. I don't know any of these people, and I certainly wasn't at this party...but I dunno, I guess I kinda miss having those sort of experiences myself. The summer before college was AWESOME, and I miss having all my homies back together. *sigh* excuse me while I use this comment box as a theraputic exercise haha

ANYWAYS, keep up with the fun!! Glad it's being had :)
» The-Muffin-Man on 2010-08-19 11:00:34

Sounds like a great last-few-days! :)
and THE BEACH! :D
» invisible on 2010-08-19 10:27:41

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