I know what to write but I don't really have a proper opening. This will have to do. I keep telling myself that I'm done caring about buddypal. And yet I keep seeing things or hearing things that hella remind me of the good times. I'm not even sure if I can watch Disney Channel anymore because whenever I do, I keep remembering how we used to watch it together while talking on the phone. Sounds corny but yeah. It's practically the same with songs. There are a handful of songs that I can never forget because of how we used to either sing them together, or that she would constantly be singing. It sounds really sad but thats the way it is. Deep down theres a part of me that hopes we can still be friends but the realistic part of me already knows it's never going to be the same. I think that if we were still talking, then I would have zero complaints about the school year so far. I'm still not completely let go but at least it doesn't hurt anymore.
Saturday was fun. So much fun. Had a get together and we managed to have a waterfight, tacklefight, and play on the slide. That's not all that we did but that is the simplest way of putting it. My friend put a red towel on and did the whole "THIS IS SPARTA" thing together with the "THIS IS MADNESS" thing. Was great fun to watch. The water fight was pretty fun but it was never an all out war. It was more of a series of moments where several of us would have water balloons and the other side would have a watergun. 90% of the time that someone was Bryant. That also meant he was the first one to get wet. I managed to nail about 6 people with water balloons and a few more when the water gun got to me. Once we got tired of the water, we started tackling each other down the hill. I managed to get 2 people but when I got it, I got it bad. I got drop kicked square in the back. Hard enough to make my nose bleed. I guess I did have it coming seeing as I did tackle my friend pretty hard. I don't exactly remember what we did after that but it was us mostly chilling.
Stuff happened then it was tire swing time. We all had our turn on the tire swing spinning round as fast as possible. Part of the challenge was to run once we got off. That part was hilarious to watch, and twice as hilarious to be a part of. I managed to make it about 6 feet before collapsing to the ground. I got up and made it 2 feet before the ground fell out from under me. It was totally awesome and fun and everything.Once everyone had their turn on the tire swing, we just spent the rest of the time relaxing and trying to recover from the swing. All of a sudden it got dark and we found ourselves practically alone in a giant park. This park happened to have a very big concrete slide. This concrete slide was empty by that time. We had fun. I rode a waveboard down it. It was crazy. Once we managed that people left. We waited for our rides.
I went to roberts house. we were both.....dead. it was funny. he kept slurring his words.
I just realized the whole Narnia thing in the title went unexplained. So now I'm explaining it here. Basically, one of my friends "lost it" and started digging a hole. At first the hole was just a "fortress of solitude" but then I guess it eventually turned into a quest for narnia. Whatever.
Looking back on that last part of this entry, it's easy to see that the quality of writing goes down by alot. The reason for that is that I wrote that part separately. And I'm kinda tired right now. So yea. Buddypal update: we still ignoring the hell outta eachother. I don't think it'll ever end up the same now.
