Revelry

Today was baby Fernando's first birthday and Monday is my mommy's birthday. If she gets Sunday off, we're going to have a little party, so hopefully I can invite some of my friends. =) I told Becky about it last week and it sounds like she was available. Yay! I'll invite Doris and she'll say no. I'll invite Melissa and she'll say yes. Haha.

My Grandma and I went to Old Navy to buy presents; we got my mom the same kind of jeans that I wear, since she makes such a big deal about how much she likes them. She borrowed a pair and wore them for like 3 days! So I figured she should really have her own pair. We got baby Fernando a little t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Baby clothes are da cutest.

It's so weird how people can go through such varying degrees of closeness with friends. One month you and a friend are on the same wavelength, confiding in each other and helping de-stress. Then the next month it's, like, different. You and that friend go for days and weeks without talking, and it feels like there's an underlying tension. I don't know how to approach it at all. I want to tell this person that I'm upset that we don't talk anymore, that I wish I could be a part of their life again. I might be overreacting since life, school, and responsibilities can get in the way, but it's still had a fairly major impact on me.

I'll learn to fill the void.

Tonight my dad asked if I wanted to go for a walk with him. He usually walks with his gf in the evening, but tonight I guess she was too lazy. We left during the 2nd quarter of the Laker game. I trusted the Lakers to maintain the lead while I was gone. Anyhow, my dad and I got around to talking about basketball. I had told him that he and I need to start playing this summer so we can get in shape. We both hate walking/running and would much prefer to play basketball, but we're having trouble getting a decent basketball to use.

He started telling me about the last time he'd played basketball–in jail. Haha. I was very entertained by this. It was the first time he'd told me anything about his time in jail. He said he played a few times while he was in there, but that the guys were too rough. Apparently they were rough because they were playing for a candy bar! HAHA. He said he'd go in for a layup and always get hit with a hard foul, and that a lot of the guys were surprised at how good he was.

Yup. That's my dad.