So for those who missed it, the year is over. (How did you miss an entire year? So self-centered with your "coma" and all that business.) Anyhow, Saturday night ended with all the Skits sitting around not knowing what to do, but we soon figured it out. And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives, such as where we're going to be when we turn 25.
Personally, I keep thinking times will never change, keep on thinking things will always be the same. But then I realized when we leave this year we won't be coming back, no more hanging out cause we're on a different track, and (I thought to myself) "if you got something that you need to say you better say it right now cause you don't have another day." It seems so true because we're moving on and we can't slow down; these memories are playing like a film without sound and I keep thinking of the night in June (May?). Ultimately, I guess I didn't know much of love, but it came too soon.
Oh Skitsos; and there was me and you, and then it got real blue. We'd stay at home talkin' on the telephone and we would get so excited, we'd get so scared, laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair. And this is how it feels:
As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together.
And as our lives change, from whatever
We will still be, friends forever.
I continued to think: So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money, when we look back now, will that joke still be funny? Will we still remember everything we learned in school? Still be trying to break every single rule? Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man? Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan? I keep -- I keep thinking that it's not goodbye; keep on thinking it's a time to fly. And this is how it feels:
As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together.
And as our lives change, from whatever
We will still be, friends forever.
I then continued in my line of rhetorical questions, asking: Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now? Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end, and suddenly it's like we're women and men. Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round? Will these memories fade when I leave this town? I keep -- I keep thinking that it's not goodbye; keep on thinking it's a time to fly.
So that was my mental journey Saturday night. Then I realized that only McGuerty is actually graduating. And then I felt sad because McGuerty is leaving
and he's taller than me. Then I got happy because I realized I won't look so short with the group anymore because McGuerty is so much taller than me and he'll be gone. And then I felt sad again because I'd reminded myself that McGuerty was graduating. And then I pooted (which, needless to say, made me sad).
