Brilliantly Normal

Today was one of fairly great days that will slip into oblivion because it simply was not anything out of the ordinary of my truly good life. This is a post to help me remember how great it is to sometimes be unspectacular.

I wore my old man sweater and my houndstooth snow hat with my supposed tap shoes.

My English teacher loved my example I wrote of consonance so much that she had me read it twice and people ooh-ed and ahh-ed even though my voice thounded tho thilly.

Tony tried out his Homecoming jacket today, and I fell in love with it right on the spot. He is such a cool kid, I can't even handle how lucky I am to go to the dance with none other than him.

My momma brought me mashed potatoes and gravy and macaroni and cheese and a rootbeer float shake thing since I basically can't eat anything.

Logan fell asleep in Financial Lit (I guess that's only good cuz it wasn't me.)

I went to Maddie's today and studied for our AP Psychology test tomorrow and it was interesting and hilarious and sad and beautiful all at the same time.

We got to join the guard for stretching and across the floors and it put us all in a good mood (and finally gave us a bonding moment!) My hip sockets have never been more happy.

Caitlin proposed to me during practice. It was a beautiful event, with her presenting a ring that actually fit my finger and me jumping into her arms and crying fake happy tears and the trombones laughing so hard I thought they would break in half. Joe looked at us disapprovingly and said, "You guys broke a very important rule . . . No dating within your section." I lost it then; I'm not sure if I've heard a more unexpected and ironically funny thing in my life.

I got a lot of great hugs, including the four I gave to fulfill Bradan's daily quota.

We had a lot of important and hopefully worthwhile meetings with the band and the section leaders and the drum majors that inspired me to do better.

Erik ran backwards into me, sending me flying through the air and into the pavement. He rushed to my side and helped me up, apologizing profusely and offering to buy me smoothies and hugging me as if that would make my wrist hurt less. I told him I was right in saying their horseplay would someday kill me, then forgave him as I found myself in the middle of a giant group hug comprising mostly guys, tall and sweaty and genuinely sad that they knocked me over. This was a good experience, by the way. That might not have been clear.

I finished my homework due tomorrow.

Janelle had a good birthday, and I am lucky to say I had a small part in contributing to that.

I am so excited for this weekend.
Friday=pep band+our first show!
Saturday=Homecoming!
Sunday=calling Kristian to sing the Mexican National Anthem!

Now if only I could think of something wonderful to do for Cameron's birthday tomorrow, then I would be really happy.