Went to FCG's graduation. A nice girl from my history class saved me a seat; she had to be there early for her sister. It was me and her and IG and another girl from my French class. Even though we were 45 minutes early, it was STILL crowded and a gigantic clusterfuck! The girl from history class said that the three of us were allowed to go find FCG and see her if we wanted to, so we set out on an epic quest to find her!
Our quest was made easy for us when we spotted her walking down the hall to go finish putting makeup on in the bathroom.
FCG: Yay, it's my French class people!
She hugged us. I was admittedly a little jealous that IG was first, but then I was second, so it was okay, because who can feel bad when you're hugging someone super amazing? FCG hugs are the best ever. <3 (And besides, like little kids always say, first is the worst and second is the best!)
Then we took some pictures with her. They were all taken with a camera phone, so they aren't so high-quality. They're on facebook now. I didn't know which phone to look at because both IG and the other girl were taking pictures... Hahaha! FCG is cute, though. And it's actually not so bad, the more I look at it. I am SO much shorter than her, oh my god. If you saw the picture you would laugh. The worst part is how I'll never get any taller than this! I'm 5'3". I can just barely reach the top shelves of the kitchen cabinets on my tiptoes! Although I guess being short was pretty cool that one time...
FCG refused to wear her little hat thing for pictures because it messed up her hair. Of course, FCG and her hair. Haha. She got a haircut, speaking of hair. It's not that big of a change, but it's a couple of inches shorter. But because she's FCG, she was drawing lots of attention to it, because it's her hair.
FCG's dad appeared too. He came up to her while we were taking pictures. He was new to me; I didn't see him at the play when I met her mom and grandparents. Guess what? He has NO HAIR! Normally, this wouldn't surprise me. I mean, many middle-aged men are bald or at least getting there. But this guy has no hair and is the father of FCG, Queen of Hair-touching. I find this slightly ironic. She was offended that he didn't notice her haircut. After he left, she said it was probably because "he hadn't had hair in years and was jealous!" Hahaha.
Then we went back to our seats after that. I was just kinda looking around at the super crowded room, and of all people, I ended up spotting the last girl I liked. I think she was there for her ex-boyfriend-who-is-still-possibly-her-boyfriend. I didn't have to talk to her or anything, but it made me think. It was incentive, incentive to never, ever be lame again. In 8th grade, she was one of my best friends. She was cute and accepting and full of strange humor and random, useless facts. I adored her almost as much as I adore FCG now. But tonight she was nothing more than some gorgeous stranger, all because I was too lame to call/text her often after she moved away. This cannot happen with FCG. NO MORE LAME, EVER. Of course, that is, unfortunately, MUCH easier said than done.
The actual thing started after that. It was really a lot shorter than I'd expected. My school is super small, so there weren't too many seniors, but this random guy who graduated like, 30 years ago, gave this speech that went on and on and on and onnnnn. After he was done, though, the rest of the thing barely took any time at all.
So, FCG is like, gone now. Well, she was gone last Wednesday, but now it's like, official or something. This is so weird to think about. It's even weirder to think about how I only met her a little less than 2 years ago. It seems like so much longer than that. It's also weird to think about how the first time I saw her, I didn't think she was gonna be anyone special to me. And now I love that girl.
Anyway yeah I just fell asleep 3 times so I'm gonna stop typing now.