What · was · I · thinking?

I'm just terrible at the whole journaling thing. But you all knew that.

Sooooo... School vacation. I'm very booooooored. But I might be going to visit Miss Emily. Yay.
Wow. I just suck at this,


Nevermind.

State of Being:

lethargic

I had a really good weekend. I think I'll write about it. I mean, what is livejournal for? 

Friday I went to see the play at Saint John's. Oh my god. So good. Dan and Bob were awesome. I laughed so hard. And Anastasia and Brett were there. It was nice and grood. I mean good. And great. Great and good.
On Saturday I went bathing suit shopping. My bathing suits make me very happy, even though they're exceedingly skanky. I can't help it, it's hard enough finding bathing suits that fit me. I also went to see The Da Vinci Code, which was quite good. I think my favorite part was that I understood most of the french they spoke. Hurrah! Watched Coupling, which was wonderful. It was 'Split,' which is actually kind of emotionally involved, weird for Coupling. 
Sunday was faaaaaaaaaabulous. Church was good, as usual, hung out with Amanda and Amy in the nursery. Then went to Barnes & Noble to get Annalisa a present, then went to Annalisa's party. It was great. Pretty much every cool person was there who goes to my school. And Brett. Yay. Then Brett came home with me and we hung out and then he came to youth group with me. We pretty much had an awesome day.
Monday (yep, still the weekend) I went to Luke Knowles' graduation party with parents and Emmy and Jules and Cora and the twins. I mostly watched Cora. They had a band playing made up of Luke, Josh, Max Richman, and some bass player, as well as a chords player and another trombone. Max Richman's inability to keep a tempo and general sucking at life makes me want to stab him in the eyes. But I managed to refrain from such and managed to ignore the music. The bass player seemed pretty cool. Cora kept trying to play his bass, which was pretty funny. At one point, Josh was waving his arms around like a maniac with some other guy and Cora got scared. So I picked her up and I said, "Are they scarier than Bella?" and she said "Yeah." and I said, "Yeah, those are teenage boys. They are pretty scary and full of hormones. Never get involved with them." And some random friend of Josh (who had a giant crush on him, you could tell by how hard she was trying to look perfect) turned around and said, "Yeah, I can agree with that," And that made me happy. I had a good Monday, even without 24.

Now I have to justify my being in love with Coke Blak.
In theory, Coke Blak sounds disgusting, I agree with that. I mean, coca cola and coffee? Together? Ew.
But still, it's slightly intriguing. I mean, I'm the girl who, as a child, would make strange concoctions. I have mixed juice and yogurt and liked it. I still dip my graham crackers into my lemonade, and, well, this isn't that weird, I love french fries dipped in Wendy's Frosties. Amazing stuff. So yes, I tried Coke Blak, despite my mom's warnings of how disgusting it is. I LOVE it. It's too sweet and first it tastes like coke, then it tastes like artificial coffee! Yay!

Now I get to go eat Ramen.

State of Being:	cheerful
Sounds:	Lissie singing Buffy the Musical

Firstly, this morning, I was going to wear pants and a boring shirt. But I changed my mind. I wore the trend which I totally started one night when I had no shoes to wear like a year ago. I wore a striped shirt, my blue peasant skirt, and ballet flat sneaker-y things (I <3 my RocketDogs). I had my hair parted on the side with the thicker side pinned back. I felt like such a little girl and I was twirling around all morning.
Secondly, in English we were talking about a story we read, The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World, subtitled A Tale for Children. I love how Mrs. Lellios and I always get the same impression on a story, and she and I were talking about how at the end, even though they were throwing a bloated body of a man they didn't know off a cliff, it just made us smile. Everyone else thought we were crazy. The story was full of such child-like ideals and wishes, but it had gross and morbid details, nonetheless it was so sweet and I was completely drawn in. 
Then, after frolicking home through the neighborhood across the street barefoot, I went and talked to Mary. It was nice and it just reinforced my feeling like a little kid again. Until we started talking about Sage, who just died a couple weeks ago. I haven't talked to Mary since before then, and we were both crying. Sage was the most important thing in Mary's life, really the only surviving member of her previous marriage. I felt so silly crying, and it was the first time Mary's ever cried in front of me. Then I went to give her a hug, and I was taller than her. It completely snapped me out of my childish mood. I felt like, because I was taller than her, and an adolescent, and responsible, I had to do what I could to comfort her. It was weird. Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again. This was one of those times.

On a lighter note, don't I totally write my livejournal entries like essays? Yeah, I thought so.