Some things/people I miss

I spent the entire weekend focused on these five things, in which all of them amounted to absolutely nothing, and not really because of procrasinating:
- prom dress shopping with Colleen
- spending time with Dusan
- finalizing prom limo plans
- studying for the Psych exam
- finalizing plans for summer co-op/Ricardo

Needless to say, I'm a little angry.

Some things/people I miss (I couldn't find a picture of Cat, but she would be on here if I had a digital picture):

Mix and matching chemistry.

Just to say before you read the rest of this, I wrote this entry with a lot of certain people in mind, but I know it would be completely inappropriate to mention, or not mention, certain names.

Recently, I was thinking a lot about people I know, and I think it all comes down to this strange thought I had: if everyone in my entire life (that I know) was playing a game, any kind of game, and I had to pick my team, who would I choose and why?

I could pick my closest friends and make my choice off of how familiar I am with them. Even if I might be taking a big risk knowing they are lousy workers or pushovers, I might be more comfortable knowing where they came from or what they've been through. On the flip side, I might be putting our relationship in jeopardy because of expectations we might have of each other.

Would I want to pick someone who I think has a lot of potential but isn't quite there yet? If I were to invest in that kind of a person, I would probably expect to be ready to defend them if they made a naivete mistake. He or she might be a good, possible candidate for a future leader of our group.

I could pick an agressive person who I know would be first pick for my line of defensive players. They might say things boldly and knows how to make a person uncomfortable when it's needed, but would will go out of the way has a big heart for anyone who deserves it.

There are people with intelligence and wisdom that could out-wit opposing teams but might not be the most social. They might be the type I'd have to "bridge" with to get others to get along with them but would be worthwhile because everyone would grow to love them in the end.

There are people who I think are complete jerks to everyone they're not friends with and maybe were even jerks to me before we got to know each other. I don't like that quality, but it might be nice to have someone on my team who will kick butt if we need it. I'd pick someone who seems to, under all of that aggressiveness, have his or her head on straight when it came to the most important morals of right and wrong.

I could pick someone with a lot of integrity and common sense but is emotional. He or she might be a person I could turn to for strong support but have to be ready to lend a shoulder to cry on when he or she has a problem.

I was thinking if I had the choice of picking someone who I know is ambitious but greedy and materialistic, would I want them on my team? They might not pay much attention to the environment or poverty but would know how to map out a mean, business plan and keep our pace knowing the deadlines. They might know the economy and money inside out but not know how to deal with communicating fears or admitting faults.

And the opposite - if there was a person who could keep our team on the right track by not letting our pride overthrow our ultimate goal but he or she maybe was more person-oriented rather than decision-oriented, would that slow us down? Would that help us get more, emotionally, out of the journey?

Who would be the mother-like person I would choose to watch over us as a background character? Someone who wouldn't mind caring for us and taking care of the small business because he or she knows that we're ready to go out on a limb for him or her anytime.

There are always the people who have little common sense and aren't extremely useful but always keep the group's mood light with their humor. They might not know what's going on most of the time but knows how to keep the team spirit at a high. It would be nice to have someone ready to crack a joke at the appropriate time or do something crazy that would become a funny story to tell later on.

I decided, after thinking about this/writing about this for awhile, that maybe it's about time I stop judging people by their surface nice/mean, smart/dumb, or materialistic/environmentalist qualities and remember that they are just a different type of person. I'm not here on earth so I can butt heads with others, so I might as well try not to.

If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?

Today as I walked down the diagonal sidewalk (which serves no purpose) from Ricardo to the parking lot, the smell of the flower buds sprouting from the trees around strangely made me feel melancholy.

School has got the best of me.

Cute pictures of Tim and me I'm using for a scrapbook I'm making:

This past weekend-ish

The last couple days in it's absolute raw-ness:

Thursday:
"Take your kid to work" Day
Friday:
Late night trip to Meijer with D, Zach, and Josh
Poker at the Vetters'
Saturday:
Sushi with YvonneRenee's/Jen's scrapbooking party
Babysitting the Rydings
Enoch's visit home/Pistons game
D's house (was supposed to go to the Vetters')

Sunday:
Intense lunch with the the Brhlik clan for Mrs. Brhlik's birthday
Rollerblading with D around Highland Lakes

Monday:
Dinner with Winky before she leaves for Hong Kong

Blah-Blahs and Billups

Mr. Cislo demolished my paper in front of the class. The sad thing is, it was a paper I was ashamed of (I know it was really bad) and was reluctant to turn in except to receive credit. "This is a perfect example of a paper that needs a lot of work," he said to the class, "It has not plot, no emotion, no climax, and it ends too suddenly." At the top of my paper, all he wrote was "This needs a LOT of work". I know I'm not a creative writer at all, but I guess I deserved that for not trying harder to come up with a better good plot.

I went outside to get the mail today and when I walked back to the house, there was a college looking guy with a backpack, clipboard, and backpack ringing our doorbell. If I had been inside, I might have ignored his knock (if I looked in the peephole and saw who it is), but how can you ignore someone who is looking at you walk up to your front door? It turns out he was just trying to get people to sign a petition (but he called ir something else) for a bill or law or something that would raise the rates of dumping pollution in Michigan. I guess Michigan is the number 3 state with the most imported trash from Canada. Although my mom was pretty rude to him (I don't think she cared to hear a word he'd said) I ended up running after after him to sign it for three reasons: 1-I have written a paper about this subject before and sort of understand the issue and 2-I know what it's like to scrounge up the energy and courage to sincerely ask people for support/money/etc. and not receive as much as a listening ear (even from the people you know well). 3-He just seemed really sincere. Needless to say, it sucks when you're trying to back something good that no one seems to believe you about.

D calls me to say his class was cancelled and he brought over a pack of Bosch cards that he bought for me today :) We take the Cobra out to Zach's where they and Josh shoot each other with paintballs until they run out. Then they go to Dick's to buy more. I, on the other hand, spent the evening with Mrs. Vetter who I love love love! She's great to talk to and spend time with. We had dinner with Mr. Vetter and talked about robotics, graduation, jobs, and Northville... I definately had a pleasant time and the fresh air was rejuvinating.

Oh yes and, Pistons beat Milwaukee again so now we're 2-0! Championship here we come!