Pickle juice and Sweettarts

Last night was kinda odd to tell you the truth. I mean it was a night of surprises, for me at least. First, the choir concert I didn't want to go to, I didn't have to go to, even though my mom already said that I was going to have to go and that was the end of it, I actually didn't have to go. Shocking for me, as once my mom says something there is usually no changing her mind. Then, after I ditched Cris and Rai (I still love you guys XD) to call Merranda I found out a couple of surprising things in her life, which are her own personal business so they shall be left out of here, and as I was finding out surprising things in her life, a friend from my old school called in on the other line. I went to that school for one year, and that was three years ago now, or coming up on three years rather, but I haven't talked to her since then. So I had to call her back later, after I was done talking to Merranda.

In between calling her back, and hanging up with Merranda, I realized something. Something that was a bit of a surprise to me, that people like me. That there are actually some people out there who actually like me as a person and not for what I can do, or who I am friends with. They just actually like me and like talking to me. I always assume that people don't like me, for reasons unknown to even me. I also assume that people only like talking to me because they have nothing better to do, it is a pleasant surprise to be proved wrong every once in a while. This time I am glad to be proved wrong.

Anyway, after I called back Diane I continued to be surprised. For starters how'd she even get my number? Well my friend Heather gave it to her, from memory. Now that's also a very surprising fact considering I don't talk to Heather that much, not enough for her to memorize my number unless she did it on her own time. They I found out that Diane had moved to Mexico at the end of my sixth grade year, the same time I moved up here, and moved back half way through seventh grade. I didn't think she would, so that was surprising. Also, I found out she lived in the same trailer park I used to (yeah yeah I lived in a trailer park for the first like twelve years of my life, but if I hear even as much as one utter of the words trailer trash then I swear I am gonna kick someones ass). Which continued to be surprising, even more surprising she wanted me to come down for the weekend. We ended up talking till about 9:30 then she had to go and get ready for bed.

The surprises continued when I walked downstairs and decided to try something my uncle always does, drink pickle juice. So I tried it, and I actually like it, it's a nice different thing and plus I love pickles anyway. After I drank the pickle juice I grabbed a pack of Sweettarts and had them, they were a bit bittersweet after the pickle juice but not too bad.

So anyway I'm off to eat breakfast now, then go to school and take that make up Geometry test (I have a B, can you believe it!?).

Love from,
Amby