So our 'friend' is moving away to Calgary tomorrow. I say 'friend' in quotations because it's just a big fat lie, since she's not really a friend. I mean, if we were ever in the same class, we never talk, we're never partners in any project at all except in Drama, but that's only because either it's a BIG group or "we have to switch partners from usual to other ones". Yet she's basically the best friend of all of my real friends, so it feels kind of bad when they have a going away party and you're not invited.
I know I'm a really quiet person outside of my house. Inside my house I try to entertain the family, or go on the computer in boredom and bother some random unfortunate on MSN. In 9th grade, this girl who moved away after 9th grade, her locker was beside mine (this was the time where I actually used a locker. Now I think they're overrated and never use a locker) and she was by far the most annoying person I ever met. Once I blew a fuse and slammed my locker door, making a loud "bang", with everybody in the hall watching us, yelled at her and ran upstairs in rage, caring not that people were looking at me. That was basically the only time I was truly pissed off in all of my years in the high school, and you know what? When I came back, because I didn't close my locker, she wasn't even one bit affected by it. Life just MOVED ON.
It seems that people who move away, I don't seem to be very close to them. The only person who was a good friend moved away and well...I never heard from her again, and I can't really call her because I never got her number. The only thing I knew was that she went to some apartment. Unfortunately there are many of those in Vancouver, so yeah. She was my best friend from first grade to third. After all that, I don't think I was close to any friend ever again. Not even my current best friend, since we're just too different, and we can't find a topic to talk about all that often anymore.
But the person who's moving away that I'm not really close to. I think other than my best friend, she was the only one that ever said Happy Birthday to me at school. (Yes, they knew when my birthday was because I was part of the "Sagittarius" group) (even if it was one day early)
So I suppose it's the thought that counts, right?
And for some reason when I read my friends' LJ's, I started crying, they were depressing...
I know I'm a really quiet person outside of my house. Inside my house I try to entertain the family, or go on the computer in boredom and bother some random unfortunate on MSN. In 9th grade, this girl who moved away after 9th grade, her locker was beside mine (this was the time where I actually used a locker. Now I think they're overrated and never use a locker) and she was by far the most annoying person I ever met. Once I blew a fuse and slammed my locker door, making a loud "bang", with everybody in the hall watching us, yelled at her and ran upstairs in rage, caring not that people were looking at me. That was basically the only time I was truly pissed off in all of my years in the high school, and you know what? When I came back, because I didn't close my locker, she wasn't even one bit affected by it. Life just MOVED ON.
It seems that people who move away, I don't seem to be very close to them. The only person who was a good friend moved away and well...I never heard from her again, and I can't really call her because I never got her number. The only thing I knew was that she went to some apartment. Unfortunately there are many of those in Vancouver, so yeah. She was my best friend from first grade to third. After all that, I don't think I was close to any friend ever again. Not even my current best friend, since we're just too different, and we can't find a topic to talk about all that often anymore.
But the person who's moving away that I'm not really close to. I think other than my best friend, she was the only one that ever said Happy Birthday to me at school. (Yes, they knew when my birthday was because I was part of the "Sagittarius" group) (even if it was one day early)
So I suppose it's the thought that counts, right?
And for some reason when I read my friends' LJ's, I started crying, they were depressing...