so this facebook...
I looked up the three best friends I had in 5th grade. I went to Silver Lakes elementary school for a year and made three best friends where a hangout would include Crazy Taxi and eating chicken nuggets quietly while throwing the word "gay" around. And discussing modern art of course. My English was still a bit awkward, I was still shaping a red, white, and blue personality out of the hyperactive kid that had just moved from Panama. Anywho,
I still remember their last names. So in this harshly cold Orlando hotel room, I looked them up out of boredom.
One of them, Ed Jiminez, was a clean cut kid. His mom was nice. A very hispanic upper class kid. The one with the large large house and he always had the best 'school uniform' polo for some reason. Our first group hang out was at his house. I remember walking in and commenting on how weird it was that they hung up gigantic carpets on the walls as decoration. I think I used the word 'gaudy' for the first time then. He was a bit taken aback. And I remember farting (accidentally? who knows) and he seriously got offended in his 5th grade self. The fart was probably so strong it might've stained his billion dollar Turkish couch. I wasn't invited back as he regurgitated his mom's words back to me ('disrespectful about the decor in our house'). I still say a carpet should be on the floor and a fart is a wonderful contributor to a 5th grader's laughter.
Well when I looked him up, I was taken a back. His neck is the size of a planet, his -ceps are horribly exaggerated, and he has a douchebag's pout in his facebook profile pic. He also uses words like "wack". I'm sure he would call me names and beat me up with his Axe body spray. On to the next one.
The next one is Justin Hernandez. He was the one I was the closest to. I made him laugh and he made me laugh. Sort of a mousy looking kid. We had a crush on the same girl but alas- she was hispanic as well. So they went out for a day or two, behind a playground. I looked him up and again was surprised. His profile pic is shadowy, revealing only his face but it's still recognizably mousy. Decked out in camouflage and other army related FAsH10N gear, it was a bit odd trying to picture him making me laugh.
The other one is David. He was the fat funny one of the group. He had a single dad and constantly wore chains that weighed his neck down. Sorta buggy eyed and baggy jeaned. Never really found him that funny. I mean in 5th grade, gay humor was hilarious. It was regurgitated South Park humor without the awareness of humor. Just an onslaught of gay jokes from that kid. Always. I looked him up. He doesn't even have a facebook.
Then I looked up Jessica Nunez. My first crush here. We were both in gifted class and sat in the same table. A cute girl who wore canary yellow shirts with denim overalls. Sort of an ethnic Nickelodeon dream. The best I can say about her current state is....well, she looks like a party animal. An FSU student who always wears club dresses in every setting.
I haven't updated lj in a while. By now, nobody probably reads this site. It's the blog's myspace. All I see whenever I do visit are Amor's rumination on life or some Prog community's updates of their own music. Anyways, my nostalgia is now a horrible douchebag club child who makes me sad inside.
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