listening to: The other students rambling away.
reading: Nothing
watching: Nothing
playing: Nothing
eating: Nothing
drinking: Nothing
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◊ one;
My dear little brother is a year older today.
I've made very sure that everyone here knows it, too:
• This morning, when I first saw him, I wished him a happy birthday.
• When we arrived to U.S. History, I left him messages on the whiteboard while he went to his locker. I wrote, "Happy Birthday, Chris!" in Japanese. Next to that was:
Love it. >:C
My goal with this was to make him smile and laugh, because everyone deserves that on their birthday—especially this guy—and I succeeded. :] It made me happy to make him happy.
After the other students wished him a happy birthday, he and I showed off our knowledge about WWII during discussion and proclaimed ourselves superior to the rest of them. |3
Now I'm in third period, so I haven't seen him for a couple of hours or so now. I won't again until lunch, after next period.
... I like sharing a lunch hour with Chris. Even though it's completely different from last year, being that it's just me and him at that time now, it's really nice. Every single day, we sit at our own table—by ourselves, I might add, which is nicer still—and while we eat we chat away and just hang out.
We also have fun doing what I sometimes call "vocal skits".
It's... something we used to do with our lunch posse last year, back in Vegas. I would be Hitler, Anna would be Mussolini, Sara would be Stalin, Alicia would be Churchill, and for some reason (probably because he imitated the line "I'M FUCKING JESUS!" from a certain movie we once discussed so well) Chris was Jesus. We would perform (verbally, for the most part) the silliest skits with those famous figures that we could possibly think of. Funny ones I can remember are:
• The dictators are out with Jesus playing golf. However, Jesus decides to try and show off his magic powers by playing with napalm grenades instead of regular golf balls. Thus, he sets himself on fire when he hits the "ball". When he tries to jump into a nearby pond to put it out, he forgets that "he is Jesus and therefore walks on water", so he can't pierce the surface of the pond to put out the flames. He starts running around in a burning frenzy looking for help, and he ends up setting Hitler's Volkswagen on fire when he tries to drive to the fire station for a water hose—and, of course, that explodes. He's reduced to nothing but ash. What do we do about it? We laugh.
• Hitler and Stalin are accused of being gay lovers simply because they're found in a room making plans to invade Italy (unbeknownst to Mussolini, lol). Hitler tries to convince them that they are both straight by wrapping his arm around Stalin's shoulders and saying, "Stalin and I, we do everyzing togezer, ja?" Stalin immediately replies, "Ja! :D" Jesus summons a rainbow to sprout over their heads and shouts, "GAY!" before running off into the distance... and maybe playing napalm grenade golf again, we concluded.
It was simply something we did for our own amusement. However, now that it's just Chris and me, he and I take to voicing the "characters" rather than acting them out in the courtyard, hence why I call them "vocal skits" now. It keeps us entertained, and there's always something to laugh about.
Recently, Chris introduced General Isaroku Yamamoto into the skits, where he constantly shouts, "I WANT TOAST! SOMEONE GO MAKE TOAST NOW!" His first appearance basically began when he barged into Hitler's bunker when the entire gang was having a billiards party in there, being told to get out, and then exclaiming, "NO. I AM WELCOME. I AM ALLY WITH GERMANY. *points at Hitler* YOU! YOU WILL WELCOME ME TO YOUR HOME."
Even though, in reality, Germany and Japan were allies during WWII, Hitler now consistently tries to get into Yamamoto's head that they are not friends and that he does not like the Asian, but... it never seems to work. xD
It's very, very weird, yes, but it gives us thousands of inside jokes and serves as a sort of laughter therapy for us, especially when we've had a crappy day and would like to feel better, even if just temporarily.
I love that kid.
He makes me laugh more than anybody else ever does. He's just a natural comic, I suppose. <3
He's also a brick wall now. :| I wouldn't recommend punching that kid, ever.
Oh, message for some people:
I promised Chris that I would play some videogames with him tonight because it's his birthday. He loves it when I play them with him, even if I do suck at them now. So if I'm not online, I'm probably getting my virtual ass kicked by him, mmk? :] Ta~
◊ two;
This week has taken forever to get through, so I'm glad it's Friday now. I get to relax and stay up late tonight.
What I really want to do is go home and talk to Tyler, spend some quality time with my little fox and make him happy, make us happy.
That boy... deserves it, and I owe it to him. I think we both need it right now, too, a lot.
He's my baby.
He's my heart.
He's... my little moonflower. A little flower that I've been devoted and attracted to ever since we met...
If I want him to become bright, happy, and successful, I have to go back to tending to him—giving him the water and the sunlight (maybe even the moonlight) that he needs, being gentle with him so that he doesn't gray and begin to wilt, because sad flowers never grow and angry flowers can turn into cacti. Maybe even the kind that shoots its needles into your leg when something ventures too close.
I also have to want to go back to taking care of him... and I do.
The old me, the Shelby that hasn't been touched by the affects of distance and Tyler-deprivation, has woken up, and there's a huge mess I need to clean up if I want to make things right again.
There's a little flower from the moon sitting in the corner, scared and starved of any light and love that it once knew from me, and I have to help it, very carefully and very quietly and very gently, because it'll take a while to help it get better again.
I know that now. I'll be sure to keep it in mind.
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