I have survived

so last night was interesting. interesting by the way of "at 3 AM I fell asleep on a stuffed duck and then was awakened by shane at 8". all my predictions came true, though, except for the one about the fire.

my cat is sitting on my sketchbook [which is a graph notebook that I draw in...], so I'm doing this post without the aid of my notes from last night. [C can verify that there's a lot of shit in that notebook. more about it later.]

C's mother picked me up from the library, where I'd been working that morning, and we drove to ava's house. on the way we hit a gopher. it was a total failure on the gopher's part. we were the last people to get there because of traffic, so the festivities were already underway. and by "festivities" I mean "chopping up onions and melting cheese on them". now, I haven't seen anyone all summer. but they pretty much all look the same. ava just got her permit, mary is planning to near the end of july, and shane hasn't killed anyone on a rotary lately. accomplishment!

I called my mother right before we started watching the first harry potter movie [which was amazing to make fun of].

her: "who's there?"

me: "everyone except emma."

her: "oh, okay."

shane: "SHIT, GUYS, WE FORGOT EMMA."

well, that clears up a lot! thanks, everyone!

ava got into some kind of massive fight with her sister [they're pretty close, so her sister is like an extended member of the group]. after her sister left to go somewhere and she was unable to be distracted anymore, she literally refused to look at me. I'm sitting there thinking "what.the.fuck." oh, there was also this lovely exchange:

me: "well, I know C and I have interesting conversations at 1 in the morning."

ava: "oh yeah, you can't have interesting conversations with the rest of us at 1 in the morning."

oh god spare me.

at dinner, shane and ava had epic whispered conversations. it was not looking good, as I had reason to fear they were conspiring against me or something. after dinner, shane told me I was "pissing people off", and not to say anything "offensive". great? I decided to keep my mouth shut and just pull out my sketchbook again.

by now it was maybe 10 o'clock and shane decided to gather us all and announce that she is indeed not returning to the academy [that's a generic enough name] next year. she did, however, say that if they waive the 4-year theology requirement or have her do a year of sunday school or something, they'll let her back in senior year.

following this, up until 2 in the morning, we discussed how we all suck at maintaining Our Friendship. many good points were made. still, the blog will continue--this is going to be a commentary on how these dysfunctional people survive in school, and school does indeed create more drama... I don't know who will supply it with shane gone though. probably an emma/ava-clash-of-the-titans thing.

everyone save for C and me cried. nothing was on fire, but C did burn a stunning amount of waffles. three different types of drama were started [Ava Refuses To Look At L drama, OH MY GOD GUYS DO YOU WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO DIE drama, and Mary Is Still Not Over Shane Despite The Breakup Being A Year Ago drama]. our lives are a fucking soap opera. someone refused to speak [ava, though shane did pass out for reasons unknown while we were watching the first movie]. and I confused EVERYONE.

5 hours of sleep + 4 hours of bagging groceries = I am tired. goodfuckingnight.