4.5.06

Fun Fact: Tonight, the Merrie Monarch Festival takes place on the big island of Hawaii. Arguably the most important competition in the hula world.

I’m impressed by the amount of mini-drama’s that occur in a week. Not for me, obviously, because the only drama I have is with my cat. Don’t underestimate that statement. When he smells another cat on me, things get intense. Tears, unreturned phone calls, the works. But enough about my relationship with Kini. In Stats, I sit next to Miss Pruitt, and around GALA time, all the Chatty Cathy’s in the class would come over to discuss GALA plans. In a period of oh, about 30 minutes, one visitor said, “I am just so over all the drama”… twelve times. Yes, I counted. That’s once every 2.5 minutes. Each time I heard it, my blood pressure rose just a little. I think all the dramatic high school TV shows are to blame. Laguna Beach, The (late) OC, One Tree Hill…if you friend isn’t pregnant, on drugs, cheating, or in a major fight, MAN do you have a boring life. Only boring….isn’t so boring. I think of it as uncomplicated. But as we all know, some people just can’t handle this. My question is this: why do people make unnecessary drama?

Hannah alluded to the impending train wreck that is sure to rattle our serene utopia. Oh, and I hope everyone understands that we’re making an analogy. The train tracks over by Cal Expo have seen enough drama for this season, I think. And I don’t even know where any other train tracks are, ha. So don’t go rushing to your local news station, or train station for that matter, to report an impending tragedy.

Riddle me this: if you had attempted a relationship with someone, and it had failed multiple, multiple, MULTIPLE times in the past, would you attempt to rekindle that relationship? CORRECT ANSWER: NO!!!! (Note the four !’s; I mean business) Personally, I like to keep my ex’s where they belong: in the past. In my fate governed universe, I think everything happens for a reason. Even if you don’t exactly know why your relationship imploded into a flaming black hole, pretend that made sense, it happened for a reason. But here’s where I become a hypocrite. In some cases, we shouldn’t let fate take the steering wheel. Like, for example, when you have a history of failure behind you. “Well,” you think, “we didn’t work out in September, October, or December of 2005, and add that to January, March, June, October, and December of 2006…but hey, why not give it a shot in April of 2007?” Oh, I don’t know, because that’s the worst idea since the Holocaust? (I apologize to any Jewish people I’ve just offended for comparing their genocide to a bad relationship) Maybe I just don’t understand what it’s like to be so inexplicably drawn to someone. Maybe I’ve morphed into a big ball of cynicism, dooming things before they even happen. Or maybe I’m just looking at this clinically, realizing that it’s a horrible idea and your chances of survival are zip to nilch.

“How does this relate to your first paragraph?” one might ask. Because all this relationship is doing is creating unnecessary drama!! (Only two !’s, I’m calming down) Drama, which attracts self-proclaimed drama queens and closeted drama kings like a fly strip. But then you get caught in the sticky-ness, and your ultimate demise was caused by this oh-so-attractive drama.

Well that’s enough for me. I’m going to sleep. I’m just so over all this drama.