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Saturday, April 12, 2008
What an odd emotion I'm currently experiencing. It's not even like an emotion, but...a state of mind. I feel sort of at peace, yet restless. Celina and I are currently in an unrequited obsession over a beautiful senior at Skyline, hence my last entry. This emotion that I'm going through is so... different, it's like this bubble in the pit of my stomach, enlarging at the thought of him, and depleting considerably at the realization of how different his world is from mine, how he most likely doesn't even remember me, how he is so attractive in so many ways that much more beautiful girls are probably trailing after him also. -I met him at Joe's birthday party, last summer: the summer of 2007. I think the date was August 6th, a Monday. Joe's brother invited his friend to join us for Raging Waters, whose name was Patrick. Beautiful. As soon as he shed his shirt, all the other guests were left drooling. Well, probably only Celina and me because everyone else was a boy... besides Joe's mother, but really, it'd be inappropriate for her to be lusting after her son's friend. Anyways, it was shocking that such an appealing creature would be friends with Scott, brother of Joe, both of which are... not exactly eye-catching. Unless you're thinking how...freckly they are. And how they look exactly like Bobby Brady, which they should, seeing as he's their father. That's not the point. Wonder boy was amazingly hot, pardon the crude term, and I was practically in lust. He spoke little to us, but when he did, I was left panting. First, Celina and I were lying in our inner tubes soaking up the sun's rays. He asked us if we spoke Spanish. Celina is a Francais girl, while I'm an Espanol, so I said that I did. He spouted off some phrases which I had no clue what the meanings were. I, being clueless asked "Huh?" and he laughed and walked off. Oh gosh, cute AND bilingual. -The party was great, and Celina and I got thirsty, so we bought some fruity slushy drinks, I think called 'Fruze' or something. Celina's flavor was Raspberry and mine was Strawberry Banana. It was more banana than strawberry, and tasted like badly mixed flavored fructose, which it probably was. I was complaining about how it tasted like crap. Patrick asked if he could have a taste. Of course I let him, who wouldn't want those lips touching the same straw your lips did? It was practically like kissing! Except for not at all!! I almost kept the straw. Almost. I forgot about it and threw it away. -Our last encounter is hardly something to party about. He was playing with my sunglasses, and dropped them. One of the lenses got a crack in them. Woo hoo, broken sunglasses. Sad thing is, I still have them. -Since then, I've practically forgotten about him, then gained a new found interest. Joe got a myspace, which meant that I found his brother's myspace (ew, he has pictures of girls clad in bikinis), which meant that I found Patrick's. It's almost like Patrick is self-conscious because he has no pictures of himself, aside from some blurry shot of his eyes and nose. I don't see why. There's something about his nose that I find so attractive. It's got a bump in it, and it's so... characteristic. Plus he actually READS. And his interests don't have the word "Girls" in it once. That has to be one of the first times I have ever witnessed that. And he writes POETRY! POETRY. And does photography. It's probably really creepy that I know all this, but I'm sorry. When I get into things, I get REALLY into them. Therefore research them more than I do topics for school essays. The most depressing thing is that I will probably never see him again, because by the time I'm in high school he'll be long gone, graduated and gone beyond. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
