Adolescent Effusive

Que Significa...

John Topalski (sp?) and Sarah Lipp made my day today.
In Spanish class, which I seriously would like to boycott on grounds of insincerity on the part of Brian Winger, Sarah and I were just sitting in the back of the room purring at Joseph Raymond Orcilits. We were being such jerks, making him feel all awkward while we were saying things like, "Tengo una cita con Jose!" "Que guapo!"
What we really should have said was, "Jose esta muy bien." Which actually translates to "Joe is HOT!"
Honestly, I love Joe O. so much. He puts up with me sitting on his desk every morning and ocassionally gives me a friendly hug or something of the like. And I just remember at the wake, Joe just pulled me into his side and said, "Remember all the good times Mary Kate? Like that one night me and Jeff and Zac tried to sleep in the tent but got scared?" It seems dumb, but honestly, it meant so much.
Anyway, I'm off topic. Sarah and I were falling all over ourselves laughing, not doing our work and just going on and on saying, "Yo vi 'A Few Good Men.' Era un poco serio pero me gusto." and "Embarazada significa 'pregnant.'" with the occassional "Sarah/Mary Kate, your sense of humor...WOOF!"
Oh my goodness, te adoro, Sarah.

Later, before math, John Topalski just barrells into me and we engage in a hugging duel. Who could squeeze the last drop of oxygen out of the other first? John walked sped away with his victory and I skipped away with bruised mamary glands and a cracked rib. Honestly, aside from The BSP, Jacob, Nick, and Carissa, John Topalski is what keeps me going. I might not consciously think that, but honestly, school would suck SO BAD without him attacking me with physical affection. I just appreciate so much that he takes time out of his day to make sure he hugs me even though he really knows nothing about me. I know that he hugs everyone, but it still makes me feel a little bit special.

I've decided to make a binder full of little biographies and pictures and tokens that represent significant people in my life. They might just be the kid that has always sat next to me in English or the kid I had a crush on in 8th grade, but I'd love so much to just have a binder that I could pull out when I'm sad and look at the people I appreciate and remember why life is so good.
I still mean that. After all of this pain (which certainly isn't done yet), I still find reasons to love life and think it's absolutely beautiful and worthwhile.
My grandma was over tonight telling me all of these stories about her childhood. That's all she ever talks about. She only talks about the time before she lived in Spain and the time she spent there. So, all my grandma talks about is the timespan between 1922 and 1946.
She was telling me all about her grandmother and how much she loved her and how much she misses her. I found it so encouraging that my grandma is in her mid-eighties and she distinctly remembers every good moment of her childhood. She went into so much detail. She talked about the little details of people's clothing and how the bread smelled and how much she used to love graham crackers and Three Kings Day in Spain. She just lights up when she talks about those things. Some people might think its sad that she doesn't light up when she talks about the present, but honestly, if talking about her childhood makes her happy, why not?
Chris and I stayed up pretty late talking last night and he said something along the lines of, "Honestly, I think that the only thing worthwhile in life is holding someone. Really. You get a job so you can have a house to sit in and so you can buy movies to watch with them and Coke to drink while you hold them. That's it." Ideally, your job would be rewarding, but the most rewarding thing in your life should be looking forward to coming home at night because you have someone there who loves you.

posted by M.Jazz @ 9:52 PM