Pumped Up Kicks.

So, I know it has been a while. The thing is, I am busy, but I'm not. Its mostly just me going to school everyday, then remembering I have something to do. That something either being homework, a TV show that Laura and I watch religiously, or somewhere to go for my parents, or for Laura. There are four places that I go: Mott, CA, Garcia's, or SP. The end. I know, my life is so exciting, but its all the gas I have, and I feel so bad driving around everywhere using my parents gas money, so I try to limit it to places I HAVE to go, or places where Laura and I can go together.
School has been going well, but its just been a lot of writing all across the board. Which, I mean, is normal, but just tedious. That's probably why I don't really blog too much, because I have to write about crap everyday as part of my CNF class, so I run out of creative stories from my life, so I just talk about junk that I would on here. But I am going to try my best to start writing to you guys again on here more often. Although, my life is kind of at a slump, but I am positive stuff will pick up once the holidays come around and I get a job.
Boy, do I need one of those. Badly.
I do have an interesting thing to tell you guys haha.
I hung out with Cam last week. It wasn't so bad. It was awkward at first, mostly because I was at his house, alone, but then when he popped in Saving Private Ryan, we watched that, and just talked about random crap. Mostly it was him doing the talking, venting to me about Chey, and just updating me on all things good and bad with them. He even asked for my advice. I was floored. He just had a lot of crap going on with her, and they hadn't been talking for days, and he thought it was his fault blah blah blah. In my head I was saying, "Wait a second, this sounds oddly familiar. OH THAT'S RIGHT. You are in MY position from when I was dating YOU. Mhmm." But I'm not an asshole and I could tell he was really suffering, so I just let him talk it out. Basically all I could say was be careful, or just make sure you are doing what makes you happy. It was all I really could think of to say. I mean, what do you say to someone who is uncomfortable with his girlfriend having slept with 12 other dudes than you in their past? No idea. Never been there. Hope to God I never will be. The only thing that made it awkward that whole night was that Cam tried to make a move on me, but I shoved him away and sent him to the other couch. Not happening dude. Just not happening.
I am wondering if this means that we will hang out again. Maybe so, but I request that it will be in public to avoid awkwardness. Also, I have this feeling, well I actually know that Chey has no idea that we hung out, so probably not unless they are fighting again, but whatever, I'm not too concerned with that right now.
Thank God for this upcoming weekend and a little change of pace.

Possibly, Maybe.

Yes, no, maybe so, I don't know.
Time.

Ich heisβe Meg.

Well, I must say, it has been one hell of an interesting first week of school.
I started out the week with Sociology and German. Sociology was spent peeing my pants laughing so hard. My teacher is ridiculous. I don't know how many awkward or inappropriate things that woman said, but whoa, it was crazy. I sit next to a nice girl named Naomi, and we talk sometimes, especially when we have no idea what is going on in class anymore.
German kind of went much the same way. I sat next to a scene-ish girl named Alyx (Yes, that's how she wanted it spelled) and she was really nice. We talked a bit, and both kinda got weirded out by this kid who would not shut up, and we had to do all our practice talking thingies with each other. So that was great.
Umm.
The next day I had math, and that was the most boring thing of my life. Of course. These two girls would not shut up the whole time about their trashy boyfriends. I got to class like three minutes before class started, and I guess that's what I get. I should have noticed that no one was sitting in their vicinity and that they were all avoiding eye contact. I had to do my best to ignore them. They were horribly loud whisperers, and my teacher didn't say anything. Oh well. New seat next time. The same day, I had to take Laura to a doctors appointment, and almost got hit by a high schooler because she sucked so bad at driving. Ugh high schoolers.
Then I had creative writing on Friday. Finally, a challenging class haha. Okay, that was kind of mean, but its true. I have to have a giant binder like Hillis and keep writing junk in it and she will grade it half way through the semester and at the end of the semester. I have to have a journal everyday, and I have at least three reading responses a week. The only thing is, this is a creative non-fiction class (CNF), and I find that odd. I am kind of excited about that though because I seem to lack skill in that area I think. Also, as a test, because Bri told me to be careful when I wear my Mario shirt in public, I wore that very shirt to class on Friday. Oh man. I sat down, and every direction I looked, one nerdy guy after another took a seat around me. Seriously, 360. Finally, the one guy to my left had the courage to asked me if I actually like Nintendo, and we had to talk about that. Of course, all the other dudes were interested, so they listened in. About 5 minutes into the convo, I silently backed out, and they continued talking about Segas and Genesis, both of which I know nothing about. So, from then on, whenever there was time to talk in that class, or when there was break, video games came up. Ugh. What have I done?
That night (last night), I chaperoned the St. Paul Confirmation Youth Lock-In. The group consisted of 7th and 8th graders, and there were probably about 20 kids. Then, there were 6 "adults". It was Chris Garcia, Liz Schlieger (Josh's gf)), Kathleen Fink (one of the funniest people ever), Andrew Brazeal (he plays Ultimate with us on Sundays), Chris Walsh (the new kid), and of course, me. I mostly hung out with Andrew and Walsh when they got there, mostly because Liz and Kathleen sat around and were in charge of kids who wanted to be chill and stay in certain areas, or because they didn't do sports. Then of course Garcia was running around getting stuff ready for after certain events, seeing as he was the youth leader. It had been a super long time since I hung out with Andrew, and that was really fun. He and I were in charge of dispensing of a live mouse. UGH. I also got to learn a bit about Walsh. That is one goofy kid. I mean, besides saying goofy things, this kid is 6 ft 8. Yeah, GINORMOUS. And hanging out with Andrew and Walsh was kind of intimidating, because Andrew is half a foot taller than me, and then Walsh is a foot and an inch taller then me. Holy Bob.
Well, that's all I got for now. Maybe another update sooner rather than later, because these are getting lengthy due to the lack of motivation for writing these out.