:: its.not.an.octopus ::

:: Thursday, April 01, 2004 ::

Why I hate April Fool's Day

When I was a senior in high school my best friend, Andrea, came to me in tears (take note it was March 26). She told me she just found out she was pregnant and didn't know what to do. Her dream was to go to medical school and having a child would totally interfere with her goals. Also, her boyfriend, Matt, had just turned in his papers to go on an LDS mission (those of you familiar with Mormon rules know that premarital sex is a huge no-no).

Okay, so I'm not all that gullible, but she came to me before April Fool's so that wasn't even on my mind. Also, she was crying, she never cries in front of people, she's too strong for that (or was). It also didn't help that that week I was helping out with our Mr. Springville pageant at our highschool. It's sort of a spoof on beauty pageants and I had a big role in getting it organized. Needless to say, I was very stressed out.

On the night of the pageant Matt came to me, asking me if I'd heard from Andrea. He said that she seemed to be distancing herself and he wanted to know if anything was wrong. Since I had promised Andrea that I wouldn't tell anyone I told him just to be there for her and that she would come around when she was ready. I told him I couldn't exactly tell him what was up, but for him not to be mad at her. I was basically being the model best friend that anyone could ask for.

Friday night comes, it's April 1st. A bunch of friends gather together, apparently we all know that Andrea is pregnant, but none of us have talked to each other about it. They take us into Andrea's living room, Matt is there, he announces, 'You've all been had'. I'm thinking, 'What? We've all been had? You mean he's known this whole time that she was pregnant?'

Then it hit me.

I can not describe to you the waves of emotion that took over my body. A couple of us ran out of the house too pissed to even care anymore. I tried to get in my car, but Matt and Andrea sort of tackled me in a way. I was screaming at them, wondering how they could do such a horrible thing. You don't fuck with people's minds that way, it's just not right.

They finally got me calmed down a bit and apologized, saying they realized it may have gone too far. Uh, yeah, no question there. Then Matt said, 'at least we know who our true friends really are.' I'm sorry, but if you had to do something as cruel as that to test for your true friends, then what kind of friends are you?

It took me a while to get over it. Some people think it is funny. They were not involved, they don't know what it was really like. I can look back now and maybe see how it might have been a little funny had they only played out the joke for one day, but for nearly a whole week, that's just fucking ridiculous.
:: Erin 2:24 PM [+] ::
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So what if I am?

My friend yesterday asked me why I was being so picky when it comes to guys.

I didn't really realize that I had been until she pointed it out.

But maybe she's right, maybe I am being picky.

Then I think, why shouldn't I be picky? Why should I settle for anything less than extraordinary?

Why should anyone settle for anything less than extraordinary?
:: Erin 2:21 PM [+] ::
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