Verbal Sunshine

Goodness, today was beautiful. Pure sunshine, eighty-eight degrees, green grass and blue sky. I spent most of the afternoon lying outside on a blanket with Heather, Erin and Roomie, doing our class reading, drinking iced tea out of glass bottles (which I've recently found to be the prettiest way possible to drink iced tea), and taking mini-naps with our shirts rolled up past our bellybuttons. At my request, Roomie tried to teach me how to do a cartwheel... to no avail. Erin filmed several minutes of me propelling myself onto the ground and kicking my legs helplessly, most attempts resulting in my landing in a heap. It was rather embarrassing, in a I'm-subjecting-myself-to-this-by-choice-so-I-can't-complain sort of way. Maybe a clip will make it into Thursday's video. If you ask nicely.

After I brought new meaning to the word "tumbling," we all worked out for about an hour, and then the four of us went to dinner, where I ate the most delicious taco salad to ever be crafted in an OU dining hall. Iceberg lettuce, white rice, black beans, tomato salsa, banana peppers, nacho cheese, guacamole, green onions, sour cream. It was like colorful taste bud elation. I had celery sticks with crunchy peanut butter for dessert, and they were refreshing but didn't taste quite like elation. They were equally gorgeous, though. Piercing light green. Like cat eyes. Not that I'd eat cat eyes, if there were other options available.

To cap off the day, we uncapped Erin's new tub of sidewalk chalk and took to the street outside our building. With the help of our friends Katie, Kelsey and James (when he wasn't playing on his new iPad, which is-- SURPRISE!-- like a much bigger, stupider iPod, even in person), we covered every surface with drawings of giraffes, Rick Astley lyrics, and Harry Potter quotes*. I even endured blacktop imprints on my knees in order to write, "Thomas Edison's last words were: 'It's very beautiful over there.' I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful."**

Finally, I added a giant "DFTBA," and a "Why was your day awesome?"
So I ask you, dear readers... why was YOURS?

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Nail color: Still that shade of plum, as well as dirt- and chalk-colored

*"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" as well as "What's coming will come, and we'll meet it when it does," and "Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."
**From John Green's Looking For Alaska.