Today, surprisingly, was a good day. Started off at 6:30 when I woke up to get ready for my SAT's. Tagged along with my mom to starbucks to get some coffee before I headed out to sunset for the test. Got there fairly early and ended up in the same group as ken (yay for me!). Most interesting parts of the test were when a girl had to go to the bathroom bad enough that she sprinted all the way there and back DURING the test and when the bee flew into the room. I didn't notice it until some girl cracked up laughing. It got bad enough the proctor stopped the test and decided to try and "take care of it". As soon as he approached on a desk, the bee literally suffered a heart attack or something. It dropped straight down, falling into a light, and twiched for a while before ceasing to move. Quite humourous.
Afterwards, kenny had me and some others over for pizza, which was great. Then scotty and I headed for rehersals (in separate cars) and declared an unofficial race. I woulda won...except for this other dude who rolled his car and blocked off the entire road. I ended up lost on skyline and was like 20 minutes late, despite never going below 50 (cept at stoplights).
Then, I came home for a quick bite 'fore heading back to the auction. Luckily, I was smart enough to wear shorts so I didn't die of heat. For 9/10's of the auction, I sat/stood around drinking pepsi to stay away. For the other 10 percent, I moved stuff around and laughed at drunken people. Drunks really are fun, until they get behind the wheel. Rachel, Scotty, Alex, and I crashed at CJ's until they kicked us out, which was awesome. I definitively established that girl's deoderant smells different than guys, and moreso, it smells work. Viva Old Spice!
Basically...today was great. Which amazed me. Who knows, maybe tomorrow will turn out the same. One can hope.
Now some more or less random thoughts that have occured to me lately. Maybe all girls aren't technically bi, but they're VERY friendly with each other. I call that bi. :P Friends are truely the most valuable thing in the world. You can't buy them or sell them, you can't even really "have' them, because its a choice, not a possesive type thing. But still, these little choices mean so much. I cannot thank you all enough for the countless hours in conversation...it seems so oridary, mundane, some perhaps consider it a waste of time, but I think the hours I have spent talking, or even just being, with friends (and family, I suppose) are the most valuable of my life. (to clarify, the difference with family is that it seems there is less of a choice their...they're obligated to like you.) Another thing: no matter how much you may think you dislike someone, or in this case, consider them an insincere drama queen, a single act can reshape your views. Today, I had two (well, more, but two important) conversations with Avital (spelling...?). After the first, I still considered her the same as I had before: a nice person, perhaps, but one who seemed very fake. In the second, I realized she is very human, and not at all fake. Its quite scary, in fact...she honestally is as nice and kind and loving as she's always acting like. A part of me feels terrible for having misjudged her all year, while another part wonders if all people are kind of like this. Do we only see the traits in people we want to see? Do we ignore some critical aspects when we chose to love or hate someone? I've tried evaluating this, but I cannot reach a conclusion. Sure, there are some things I overlook in friends, but they're all pretty small things. I accept them for who they are, and that's that. Those people I don't like, however, are ones whom I know slightly: enough to dislike something about them and not enough to know all about them and choose to overlook what I dislike. The logical conclusion is that you should just get to know everyone you dislike...but someone, I'm certain there are some people I still won't like. This matter will require further thought.
I also suppose now would be a good time for self reflection, since I'm tired enough to think of myself as I would anyone else. A fair bit of what I do seems to be aimed at obtaining reactions from people. I will make a completely unfounded claim that I don't in the least believe, and then scramble for evidence to back it up just to continue disagreeing with someone. It seems to greatly frustrate some people but tends to lead me to greater understanding. Many people seem to consider me a nice guy, and I wonder about that. I mean...I don't think I'm downright evil or anything. But am I really nice? Dictionary defines it as both "likeable" and "considerate". I suppose the first is completely subjective. The second, however, is more interesting. I am not really a considerate person. Sure, at times, I'll pay attention to the feelings of others around me, and if they're close to me (or rather, I to them) I'll take steps to ensure they are doing ok. Heck, I'll even run to my car to fetch painkiller for a good friend instead of doing work. Or give someone a ride to their car (or home) when its way out of my way. But there are far more people that I ignore everyday than that I help or care about. Many, or most, of these are people I don't know that well or at all and therefor have no reason to be concerned with. A nice person, however, would care, I think. Furthermore, there are some of these people who call me a friend, yet I definately do not consider them more than an aquantince. You're all entitled to your own opinions, of course, but I don't think I'll think of myself as nice until I stop being selfish and hateful at times. :D
Friendship itself is an interesting relationship. It's used as a blanket to cover all kinds of things, some radically different. I kinda picture degrees of friendship. At the bottom are people you know, but not well...aquantinces. Next, are people you know better, perhaps hang out with, but aren't really close with. They don't know a whole lot about you and you don't know much about them. Next is the "good friend", where you know and trust each other a lot more and often spend a lot of time together. Finally, there is the "best" friend. I need to think of a better term for this, because best is misleading. There is no one "best friend, or at least, not normally. Perhaps there is, but I don't really want to degrade my relationships with other "best" friends by qualifying best. Regardless, these are your true friends, the ones you trust implicitly, who you go to for advice, who's house you can crash and cars you live in, who will always be there for you. (or at least, that's what we tell ourselves.) But yet, all these are just called "friends" most of the time. Impossible to tell which kind without observing interations between a person and their friends.
Alright, that's enough...I need sleep.
I leave you with the vision of me belting out some queen:
"I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike! Bicycle, bicylce!!"