*does the dance of not-giving-a-sh_t*
I opened up my friend's page like usual today, looking forward to THE JOY THAT IS READING every miniscule detail about the lives of my friends, but I mostly couldn't, because it was like being force-fed huge buckets of emo; sort of like something you would perform on Fear Factor. Not that I don't love that of course! And one person really does deserve to feel that way. But I hope you all cheer up soon because depression is contagious and I as sure as hell would not like to get some. (Hahaaa...get some...)
*tries to lose the fake-cheerful air*
Well, today was a pretty good day for me, considering I could not sleep at ALL last night. I finally conked out at about one in the morning. Hurray. The insomnia finally kicks in. *waves a flag glumly* Then I had to get up early this morning, to go ice skating. It wasn't as random a thing to do as you think: my dad's workplace sponsored it. Of course, when we arrived there, late, we were nearly mowed by the scurrying crowd of people. I guarantee, it was the most Asians you would ever see in a social setting at a public place. Which, once again was not surprising. Just mention the word "FREE" or "SPONSORED" and, even if it were coupons for free Toothpaste Samples, you would still see a swarm of Asians hastening over to make good use of the terrific deal opportunity.
We had lunch at a buffet, and for some reason me and my mom got on the topic of Racial Grouping, like we learned last year in S.S: Caucasians are whites and Indian people, blacks are...blacks, aborigines are...whatever, I'm not exactly sure, and how Chinese people are "yellow." Hearing this, Justin got extremely offended and shouted indignantly, "I am NOT yellow!!!!"
"Then what color are you?"
He glanced down at his hand. "I'm...I'm...pure-colored!"
(Oh, goodness.)
"No, no, honey," my Mom tried to show him her hand. "See...it's sort of yellowish."
"Noooo...it's not yellow," said Justin impatiently, with the air of a teacher explaining that 2 and 2 do not make 5. He reconsiders. "And if it is yellow, then it's from the lights."
When we got our fortune cookies, I got, "You and your wife will be very happy together." All right, that is the SECOND time that I've ever gotten that exact same fortune. Fortune cookie, what are you implying???????
After that, we went to Home Depot, which is always a learning experience. Two feet through the door, I saw some guy who looked heart-stoppingly like Ashton Kutcher (meaning, "Oh my god...Ashton Kutcher shops at Home Depot!"). Of course it wasn't him. But they both had the exact same nose. Me and Joe spent the whole time in the paint section making fun of stupid color names (I also ran into Amy B.), and after that, we went to Barnes & Nobles, where Mom tried to force yet another SAT book on me, and then we went home.