Happier

ANYWAY. So now, I am going to write a lot and then go to bed.

Today started out HORRIBLY. My dad screamed at me about my blog, and then when he, my stepmom, and my stepbro came home from Stepbro's soccer game, there was a mega-fight. Like, both parties shouting, crying, hitting furniture, storming out of the house, the works. Yeah, not fun, especially when they're fighting in the living room and the only way out of your walk-in closet of a room (other than out the window) is a door that leads TO THE LIVING ROOM. GAH, I TELL YOU.

I did eventually extricate myself from the morass of familiar issues and get on up to Porter Square, which is where the awesome began. My friend Ana's (not her real name, I'm all paranoid about what I say here now) graduation/moving away party was going on, and it was hugely fun. At first, not many people were there: Becky, Aaron, Tim, etc. However, as time wore on and more people showed, everything picked up, and when Mr. Benson (a much beloved math teacher who can only be described as a mathematical, Jewish, New Yorkian, twinkly-eyed muppet with a pudge) showed up, it was all just epic awesomeness. He's a really great guy, and we all just stood around and gossiped with him about couples in class, the drama department, math, New York, etc. Then, there were even more people and food, the latter being MOST important. There was gobbling of munchies and crunchies (as my mommy calls food) and then just general hanging out with great people. Rachel (also not a real name) is an adorable and also wonderful junior from Spain who I absolutely adore, and I talked with her a lot, and everyone else, and...it was great. Me and four other friends sang "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" on the karaoke thingy (we were PROFESSIONAL, I tell you what) and later I sang "Don't You (Forget About Me)" solo, which led to some nice praise, even from the catering peeps. There was much dancing, and yummy cake, and funny freshman, and I learned how to make much better paper cranes. Overall, just awesome in every way, shape, and form.

After that, I was planning on a quiet night with my mommy...but no! I went to my friend Molly's (ALSO not a real name, Jesus H. Christ) house. Now, "Molly" and I have been friends for a good long time, and we used to be really, really, really close. We're still very close, but I somehow have not talked to/seen her at all recently, because I have been busy and tired and because, as I have always suspected deep down inside, I am a baaaaaaaad person. But anyway, she was there with two other very old close friends, one of whom I do actually see and talk to a lot (she's pretty much my best friend) and the other, who I love enormously but also have lagged in communication with. The point is, we had a great time and caught up a bit, watched some Miyazaki, and partied like we were all ten years old again. Great stuff, man, great.

Then I went home, finished the latest portion of Return of the King (I love Tolkien and these books, but sweet fancy Moses, they are SO VERY VERY LONG SOMETIMES) while eating strawberries with my mama, then went downstairs and IMed a lot. I also read some new stuff from my favorite net-writer, Cleolinda Jones, who everyone out there should read.

http://www.cleolinda.com/

That is her website; go click around a little and I swear, you shall be engulfed by hilarity. Her movie/boom parodies are legendary.

Anyway, I am actually happy now. Yeah, don't know why, I just am. *sigh* This is weird. But I like it.