Reasons Why...
Reasons Why Yesterday Rocked:
--Dad, Morgan, and I walked Conner home from the Center, and it rained some along the way.
--Dad, Morgan, Conner, and I went swimming.
--Morgan and I worked on him trying to flip me while in the pool, and due to various issues, we got more botches and laughs out of our trials, rather than very many actual flips.
--Morgan, Dad, and I cannonballed and such in attempts to splash Conner big-time and try to get a reaction out of him.
--Hung out with two high school friends and a new friend.
--Went to the movies.
--Drank a Killian's at Applebee's.
--Didn't get mad diarrhea after Applebee's (maybe it's just my mom and my aunt??).
Reasons Why Yesterday Was Blah:
--Just have no passionate love affair with Batman. Good movie, but not nearly as orgasmically amazing for me as it seems to have been for others.
--This is not blah, but more of a quandary: Was not carded for my drink. Good or bad? I dunno.
Reasons Why Yesterday Kind of Pooted:
--Being sad and creeped out about Heath Ledger and his final role, good job though he did.
--Finding that some people don't change so much after three years of college. And maybe feeling that I haven't changed very much either. But not having very many chances to show how I have changed because am basically talked at for four hours with merely one or two questions asked of me and my life. Honestly, I just don't get it. It's not fair to blame it all on the other person. Maybe I just don't know thespian conversation codes of interaction and conduct. Maybe I don't assert myself enough or something. But whatever it is, omigod. I found out about three years of someone's life and then myriad little details of past grudges/rumors and current snarkings, and I don't think anything about my life and my three years was transmitted. If someone you know and care about goes off to another country for four months--a country she always wanted to visit--wouldn't you at least ask one question about it? Bring it up? At least acknowledge it in some way? It was a huge experience for me, so it just astounds me when people are aware of it and still say nothing. Like when my grandpa died. Huge. Beyond. But overlooked by people I wished would have helped me through it. Ugh, I did not want this to turn into a bitch-about-it-and everything-else entry, but bringing up high school crap just screws with my head way too much. My high school experience was not traumatic by any means, but I would much rather not thing about the bad and just focus on the good, because once my mind gets working on the bad, it just keeps going, and that is not healthy. It's quite irritating, really, and I end up writing entries like these that make me feel foolish, but that express the thoughts I need to get out right now.
Really, all in all, yesterday was a good day. A very good day. The day was brilliant. The evening and night...flummoxed and tired. Still got some hope in my pants, though. My pocketful of sunshine, I mean. And to those who are nice, I'll flash you. The sunshine from my pocket I will flash at you. It's bound to be hot.
--Dad, Morgan, and I walked Conner home from the Center, and it rained some along the way.
--Dad, Morgan, Conner, and I went swimming.
--Morgan and I worked on him trying to flip me while in the pool, and due to various issues, we got more botches and laughs out of our trials, rather than very many actual flips.
--Morgan, Dad, and I cannonballed and such in attempts to splash Conner big-time and try to get a reaction out of him.
--Hung out with two high school friends and a new friend.
--Went to the movies.
--Drank a Killian's at Applebee's.
--Didn't get mad diarrhea after Applebee's (maybe it's just my mom and my aunt??).
Reasons Why Yesterday Was Blah:
--Just have no passionate love affair with Batman. Good movie, but not nearly as orgasmically amazing for me as it seems to have been for others.
--This is not blah, but more of a quandary: Was not carded for my drink. Good or bad? I dunno.
Reasons Why Yesterday Kind of Pooted:
--Being sad and creeped out about Heath Ledger and his final role, good job though he did.
--Finding that some people don't change so much after three years of college. And maybe feeling that I haven't changed very much either. But not having very many chances to show how I have changed because am basically talked at for four hours with merely one or two questions asked of me and my life. Honestly, I just don't get it. It's not fair to blame it all on the other person. Maybe I just don't know thespian conversation codes of interaction and conduct. Maybe I don't assert myself enough or something. But whatever it is, omigod. I found out about three years of someone's life and then myriad little details of past grudges/rumors and current snarkings, and I don't think anything about my life and my three years was transmitted. If someone you know and care about goes off to another country for four months--a country she always wanted to visit--wouldn't you at least ask one question about it? Bring it up? At least acknowledge it in some way? It was a huge experience for me, so it just astounds me when people are aware of it and still say nothing. Like when my grandpa died. Huge. Beyond. But overlooked by people I wished would have helped me through it. Ugh, I did not want this to turn into a bitch-about-it-and everything-else entry, but bringing up high school crap just screws with my head way too much. My high school experience was not traumatic by any means, but I would much rather not thing about the bad and just focus on the good, because once my mind gets working on the bad, it just keeps going, and that is not healthy. It's quite irritating, really, and I end up writing entries like these that make me feel foolish, but that express the thoughts I need to get out right now.
Really, all in all, yesterday was a good day. A very good day. The day was brilliant. The evening and night...flummoxed and tired. Still got some hope in my pants, though. My pocketful of sunshine, I mean. And to those who are nice, I'll flash you. The sunshine from my pocket I will flash at you. It's bound to be hot.