Friday:
In English class, cry over Wit. Write an essay about Wit.
Fantasize about driving my own car down the highway with the windows down and the music loud.
Talent show at JAARS; have a hard time connecting with my friends’ mothers (but not their fathers).
Saturday:
Sleep poorly, drink too much coffee (albeit decaf), mope around.
Write a book review.
Go to church, wrong pastor preaches, I wonder, “What’s the point of life?” while the pastor addresses the very question.
Try to take a nap; can’t.
Watch a performance of “Pride and Prejudice” with friends; run out and throw up in the middle (stomach virus); come back to watch the rest.
Go to bed happy.
Sunday:
Hug my dad before he leaves for his Enduro race; go back to bed.
Would rather do anything than watch TV, even though it occurs to me that I have the time for it.
Apply for a job at Harris Teeter.
Make cake balls when Autumn’s birthday cake hits the ground.
Take my iPod for a hike around JAARS.
Watch the Super Bowl with friends; eat said cake balls.
Go to bed tired and happy.
This is my brother… what can I say, sometimes you’ve just got to dance on the roof of the car!
This might be one of my favorite posts so far. Thank you for being transparent.
Yeah, it’s a bit different. I was in an unusual mood.