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Yesterday afternoon was kinda annoying. So annoying that I just had to go out. Walked to the park on Lake. The very same park Gretta, Mike and I were taken to everyday from since I was 7 to around age 13. Pretty much ever since I came here.
Anyways, it was super weird actually walking through the playground. I went to my favorite part of the whole place; the swings. Finally, I am all alone with no one being stupid or annoying to me. Just had to make sure to watch out for all the little kids running around. Funny, when I was 10 I didn't give a shit about who I would hit and now here I was worrying about the safety of children who had nothing to do with me. I remembered back to the time when we would go super high on the swings and then at the end "go crazy". That meant turning right and left causing the swing to twist. Made it super fun. Also, we would go super high and jump off. Whoever landed the farthest...won. I loved jumping off those swings, but had a little fear of "going crazy". The nice little castle we used to climb on (I would be scared to go to the top) looked really small and the huge slide was tiny, and the trees and rocks we used to sit on didn't even seem like they would support my weight now.

So once again I'm on this swing, having the time of my life. Amazing song playing on the Ipod, sun shining, and no one bothering me. That's some deep stuff right there.
Then I look to my right and see 12.

Now..who the fuck is "12?" right?
I forgot his real name! I met 12 through Lena. I think he was her friend. We talked online, then met up...finally. Took a walk in the park, talked and drank good fraps from Starbucks. At the end of it all, he walked me home. He lives four blocks away. As we were saying bye, we both kinda understood that something was missing. We didn't talk again after. About 2 weeks ago we ran into one another on Clement as I was walking home at around 9pm. The encounter was the same as the one we had before. He was running down the street and I was deep in thought about the track playing on the Ipod. We both stopped, said hello and both agreed we should continue talking online. Then I continued walking and he kept running. The reason he is "12" is because I told Lena he looked like a little boy, like he was 12. It stuck ever since.

12 does Parkour. (You know...where people jump over things and pretty much fly from building to building). So I look over and see him doing his thing to my right.
Fucking A. I am fucking trying to be alone. Couldn't he go jump over tables somewhere else?! Did he have to be there at that moment!? The only good thing was that I was wearing my sunglasses, so he didn't see me. Imagine how awkward that would be.
At one point I said fuck it, blasted the song louder and concentrated on going as high as I could on that swing. Then I let go. No I did not fall, but it felt amazing to let go. I remember looking over and seeing him stare at me for sometime. I coudn't see exactly for how long, the sun was shining brightly.
Then I got tired and left. He was gone as I was leaving. Had a smoke on the way there, but the piece of crap wouldn't light on the way back. Guess it wasn't meant to be.

Days out like that make me feel better. I'm not even exactly sure what I was upset about.

This week seems to be going by slow.
Saturday is LoveFest. Gretta and I have planned to meet up tomorrow at school and then go shop for some crazy things to wear. Should be a blast.
I just hope things don't get out of control too much. Gretta is hard to control when gone wild, and I shouldn't even begin to talk.

We shall see.