Purely Good Day

Today was one of the best days I've ever had. I woke up to the sound of my mother putting together a little gift basket of tea and honey for my dorm room. I stretched out of bed with my hair still curled nicely from the day before, pulled on one of the dresses I bought yesterday (out of laziness, because I didn't feel like unpacking both a top and bottoms), and ended up looking about twice as cute as I ever would after trying. My sister made me scrambled eggs for breakfast, because she's awesome, and the two of us had a funny little chat while we ate.

I then sat with my gorgeous laptop on the leather couch, drank two cups of tea that were the perfect temperature and perfect level of sweetness, and read some of your responses to yesterday's book survey. I spent the whole morning laughing and smiling and commenting, because you, readers, are fantastic people. In the twelve or so blogs I got to, not a single one passed without amusing me. I'm honored to be read by such a witty and entertaining group, and my heart just leaped with giddiness when I saw how many new responses came in while I was out all day. I can't wait to read through the rest!

I left the house at about noon, after making plans to have lunch with TOLauren tomorrow afternoon between her college classes, and spent some time with Jess, painting our nails and eating Taco Bell. Along with our lack of sleepovers, Jess and I appear to have never taken a decent picture of the two of us, so we tried with her Polaroid camera. They're all ridiculous, obviously, because we're practically twelve-year-olds, but we now have three shots that truly represent our mouths-open-stupid-expressions friendship. After we argued about who got to keep them (I tried to sneak one into my purse, but got caught), we got to see our good friend, Elise, after her first day of 11th grade. We went for ice cream together and sat on Jess's roof outside her room, savoring the sun and the shade of a tree. Elise had to leave pretty early, unfortunately, so we said some sad goodbyes, and Jess and I had more adventures.

Conditions were perfect for swinging. It wasn't too hot, and the breeze lifted up the skirt of my dress and felt really summery and great. Our park was empty, as the moody middle school frequenters were probably doing homework (HA!), and as some kind of freak act of God, my mother decided not to text me every twenty minutes today. Like the world wanted to leave Jess and I alone to savor one of our final days together before we move. We walked from the park to my church in the later afternoon to quench our ice cream-induced thirst, where we discovered a new air hockey table in the youth group room. "Let's play!" Jess yelled enthusiastically, mostly to be funny. "No," I whined from the couch. "I don't even know how." Jess responded that she didn't know either, so that was reason enough for me to try.

AIR HOCKEY IS FUN. We're still not entirely sure we were even playing correctly, but we were evenly matched in our spasticity. We spent what felt like minutes but was probably hours jumping from side to side and screaming, pushing the little handle things much harder than necessary, and falling into fits of laughter. We played one round with two little handle things each, using one as a goalie and the other as offense, another round one-handed, and the last with the actual air on. I won the first match, but that stupid skank won the championship after I accidentally made several goals for her side. I never would have dreamt I could have the time of my life playing a simulated sport on a table in the youth room, but we left the church practically glowing with joy. Just one of those days, I guess, where everything is funnier and more exhilarating than usual.

By far the best part of the day, I unfortunately can't blog about. Jess loves having insignificant secrets that don't actually matter or hurt anybody, and this event will remain between the two of us. We pinky swore and marked the occasion in my phone's calendar. All I can say is that everything was perfectly legal, pure, kind, and in no way rebellious. We laughed so hard, however, you would have thought we'd gotten away with the greatest caper in history. And in a way, we did. Isn't cryptic ambiguity sweet of me?

We ended the night with a short, ceremonial trip back to our park, sang along to our cheesy summer anthem when God put it on the radio for the ride home, and now I'm going to go take a bath. Just to top things off. I realize I didn't really do anything all day, and that to anyone living outside the farmlands, we sound totally pathetic... but I feel purely, comfortably wonderful.

Sexy: My blog readers! I truly mean it when I say you're often the best part of my day. Also, captainO on twitter, who @replied me a long sound file of rain falling because he remembered from my blog how much I love thunderstorms.

Unsexy: When people have bad days at the same time I have awesome ones. If you can, send some twitter love to @sshephe (Sebastian) and @marlenanargle (Marlena) and, I don't know... tell them to smile and have a nice day. You could also tell @lnpage (TOLauren) to have a good first week at school. I'm not sure, actually, if you can send @replies to users with protected updates, but somebody ought to try. That'd be cute.

Chipotle burritos this year: 27

S'mores this summer: 6

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Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. If you'd still like to complete the book survey, leave a comment with your blog address in the comments of yesterday's entry! <3