Murmur

Chipper

Today I’m left feeling ecstatic, bubbly, floaty, excited, shimmery, happy.  It’s not often I come home in this kind of mood.  A few words taken the wrong way or even a look can put in me in a foul mood that’s hard to get out of.  Today I realized how lucky I am to have my friends.

I love:

being called to the whiteboard to do one u-substitution integral with your friend.  Ending up spending the rest of the period doing every problem assigned because you both think it’s fun.

singing happy birthday to someone in class and harmonizing the last note with your friend.  Singing Gregorian Chants with a perfect 5th harmony with same friend.  Planning on sending each other videos of yourselves singing Gregorian Chants.

designing a line of novelty products to sell for CKM Robotics Reavers fundraising with a friend, including a scarf with arms drawn on to give the impression it’s choking the wearer.  

Getting $6,500 donated to your robotics team from Google, plus a buttload of tools, because you worked your asses off to raise $3,130 in two weeks.   

Success.

Transvestite Opossums

“Sometimes I feel like I would be so much happier if I was a turtle.  Or maybe an elephant.  Because then I would be excused from wearing clothing.  And also, when I went to scream, it would come out a crazy cackle and scare everyone within a 7 foot, 3 inch radius of my left shoulder.  They would jump up and fall in love with the young tranny opossum upon my head.  I’d then morph into a large fingernail that hobbles.  By then squeezing my cheeks, my tranny opossum would look me in the eye, teling me all about the birds and the bees.  Then Gene Simmons would sweep me off my feet, and we would explore his basement.  Yes, life would surely be better if I was a turtle, or perhaps an elephant.”

-Maya Haines, from my sketch book

Just wanted to say

I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for thinking the worst of you, and I’m sorry for getting so angry before hearing your side of the story.  My bad babyboo.  My only excuse is that I trust my family implicitly, but you’re family too so that’s no excuse.  My apologies for that incensed post.  It was unnecessary and rude.

My trust

is gone.  I’ve always known you like to exaggerate.  A joke someone else told turns into a joke you told.  A small disagreement becomes a giant fist fight.  Every story I’ve ever heard you tell has some little piece added to it.  But it’s always been innocent exaggeration, you trying to be funnier, make us laugh more.  But you’ve gone too far this time.  Yeah, my brother pisses me off a lot with his arguments over non-fiber bread and the right flavor of juice squeeze, yelling at my mom for no reason, but I still love him, and I thought you did to.  I thought you were his best friend, his brother.  We’ve known you our whole life.  What kind of a friend are you?  I understand trying to protect yourself, it’s a natural instinct all of us have.  But after a certain point, protecting yourself means sacrificing your relationships with others.  I thought I could trust you to have my back.  Obviously, loyalty and friendship don’t mean much to you if you’re willing to make up stories about your best friend to keep from getting your phone taken away or losing Facebook privileges.  If you can’t even stand strong in the face of those minuscule consequences, there’s no way I can believe you’ll stand by me when there are real things at stake.  You don’t need to exaggerate.  We love you.  You’re cool enough for us.  You’re funny enough for me.  Grow up.