Today was a very pretty and organized day. It ran very smoothly, from my dance class, to my neat little lunch of grilled cheese and pickles and Jello and crackers and milk, to my 4:00 movie with the lovely Andrea, to Amanda and Carly coming over to eat Mexican takeout and rootbeer floats in a few minutes. My parents are going out to eat and my sister is babysitting my neighbor and it all feels very healthily suburban and well-rounded. It is making me feel much better after the off-ness and awkwardness of yesterday, which maybe only we girls felt the effects of, because we're girls and we worry and overanalyze like that.
Anyway, Top Gun is an AWFUL movie, never see it, but Independence Day is wonderful. And V For Vendetta is still good the second time around.
This week in the vague section of my entry: I have stumbled upon a situation I would have thought would be this gigantic deal, and it turns out it just kind of feels normal and nice, which is the story of my life, like having a locker or turning 16 or driving by myself, but it's good this way, and I like it very much. I am not very good at it but I hope I will get less bad and that he will be patient because I think I am the kind of person that requires a lot of patience from others and I'm sorry about that but I can't help it.
And if you're not one to want to listen to me wax poetic about my very normal life, but rather come for the wacky hijinks, here's a very silly turtle.