{"id":5008,"date":"1996-09-28T16:17:00","date_gmt":"1996-09-28T22:17:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nachzen.net\/?p=5008"},"modified":"2023-11-24T08:15:02","modified_gmt":"2023-11-24T15:15:02","slug":"clique","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nachzen.net\/?p=5008","title":{"rendered":"Clique"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Last night I was sitting on one of the beds in the hotel I was in with three<br \/>other chicks flipping through the channels on the TV when I saw Clinton<br \/>speaking. I stopped it on CNN Headline News as all three girls started<br \/>yelling at Clinton so I couldn&#8217;t hear where he was speaking. I wondered if<br \/>that was the Longview stop. Then they switched to a commercial, so I went on<br \/>to Dukes of Hazard. That was one of my favorite shows growing up. I never<br \/>knew that it was slamming white trash. It was just about my part of the<br \/>country. The South. I used to have a great southern accent. There&#8217;s<br \/>probably still a couple of tapes lying around with me talking as a kid. I<br \/>loved making tapes. I thought I was terribly funny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Well, for the past 24 hours, I was part of a clique. It was great. The four<br \/>of us were obnoxious, loud, silly, and exclusive. And I loved it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Cris Hyatt, Robyn, and this girl named Amber and I drove down to Gulf Shores<br \/>in Robyn&#8217;s car. Robyn had her CD player stolen a couple weeks ago, so we had<br \/>to listen to the radio. To give you an idea of what kind of music Robyn<br \/>likes, whenever a song came on that I liked, she&#8217;d turn the station. We<br \/>listened to mostly dance pop stuff. Lots of 80&#8217;s music, which is the music<br \/>i&#8217;m least familiar with. So as everyone else sang along with the words, I&#8217;d<br \/>dance with the upper half of my body. Cris, who is the master of<br \/>interpretive dance, did as well, and Amber, who just likes to have fun,<br \/>alternated between dancing in the front seat and laughing. Robyn kept her<br \/>hands on the steering wheel\u2026 most of the time. It was great, four girls<br \/>cutting up in a midsize, as everyone who passed us stared and laughed. When<br \/>YMCA came on, the whole car bounced down the mainstreet of Foley as we did<br \/>our best to form the letters without punching the roof of the car out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We didn&#8217;t stop acting crazy when we got there. It rained almost the whole<br \/>time, but we went out on the beach anyway. I got my jeans legs wet (they&#8217;re<br \/>still damp) when we waded in the surf. The hotel was really nice. The<br \/>seminar part was fairly short (and ineffective, we decided), but that left<br \/>more time to sit away from everyone else and a make a lot of noise. Heck,<br \/>we&#8217;re seniors. We can do whatever the hell we please. For some reason we<br \/>started substituting Cris&#8217; name for any obscenity we wanted to use. &#8220;Well,<br \/>Cris you!&#8221; All the new senators and representatives seemed to be freshmen,<br \/>and they didn&#8217;t have a clue what to do. And we seniors are supposed to be<br \/>examples. Ha! &#8220;Cris the system.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At one point the speaker had us to divide into 8 groups of 4 and come up with<br \/>a definition of leadership, an expectation of the weekend, and something we<br \/>didn&#8217;t expect to achieve. My group used big words in their definitions.<br \/>Cris kept sneering over at me from her group saying, &#8220;Those are your words,<br \/>aren&#8217;t they?&#8221; For what we didn&#8217;t think we&#8217;d achieve, we put, &#8220;Get a tan.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I went up and talked to the guest speaker a couple of times, even though he<br \/>kept slamming us, in a veiled manner, for being obnoxious. He was funny, in<br \/>a very dry way, and use lots of overheads. But I don&#8217;t think I learned<br \/>anything. Oh well. That part of the &#8220;three years of your life you&#8217;ll spend<br \/>in meetings called by someone other than yourself.&#8221; And I had fun at school<br \/>expense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I love having a cat. He came up to see me as soon as I walked in the door.<br \/>And he&#8217;s wanted me to hold him ever since.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Everyone is gone except for Dad and Mamama. Dad is finally working on my<br \/>closet. Instead of having a hole there, it&#8217;s totally gone. I mean, you open<br \/>the sliding doors, and it goes straight into the attic. I&#8217;m not sure where I<br \/>should sleep. Maybe I should move into the dormer room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My grandfather is going to lose his hair with this latest round of chemo.<br \/>He&#8217;s always had a full head of beautiful, white hair as long as i can<br \/>remember. He evidently wants me to take him out to get a good baseball cap.<br \/>Although I think he&#8217;d look cool in a fedora. I ought to get him one of<br \/>those cool baseball caps to wear backwards. Heck, yeah.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Hmm.. You know, I don&#8217;t really care about anything anymore. But for some<br \/>reason, you keep popping up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have an English paper due on Monday. I think I know what I&#8217;ll write about<br \/>too. I love it when I have an idea. I hate sitting at a blank screen with<br \/>nothing to say but having a deadline to say it in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Oh, dad just invited Mark over to stay in the dormer room tonight. Guess<br \/>that means I won&#8217;t be in there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Means I&#8217;ll probably be up late talking to him too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Jonah<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last night I was sitting on one of the beds in the hotel I was in with threeother chicks flipping through the channels on the TV when I saw Clintonspeaking. I stopped it on CNN Headline News as all three girls startedyelling at Clinton so I couldn&#8217;t hear where he was speaking. 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