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Wednesday was fun. I went to my first Latin Club activity like the lazy child I am. Thankfully, Caitlin was there, and the new bass clarinet Brady child hung out with us. We all snuggled together on bales of hay and sang Christmas carols in Latin had a big nerdy party of a time. The best part was probably when Caitlin and I were discussing the perfection that is the second movement of "Kingfishers Catch Fire," and Brady told us he thought we were cool for talking about composers the way most girls talk about football players.

After we stayed late to clean up and inadvertantly fallin in love with a One Direction song, we eventually found our way to the section leader retreat at Logan's house. We played a hilarious game and a game hat scared the crap out of me and a game that drove me crazy until Cam pulled me aside and deliberately showed me how to figure it out, bless his soul. Once the boys started playing sting pong for at least an hour, I got tired and weepy and Lortaby. All hope was lost, until JR said diet soda tastes better than regular and the girls went to Caitlin's, where we talked and listened to music until we all trailed off at the same instant.

Thursday was good. We went back to Logan's, and his father made the best pancakes ever. We were all kinda dead, but we just chilled and played more dumb games. Logan and both of his parents left one by one, but Caitlin, Joe, Tanner, Kaitlyn, and I just stayed there, laughing and looking at memes and slowly dying from lack of sleep.

That night, I went to a ska concert since Jacob Baldwin was playing in one of the bands. I felt awful since it took me so long to get there and park that I missed his band, but the rest of the concert was brilliant. I'd never listened to ska, and I instantly fell in love with the distorted guitars and piano and the blaring loud horn sections and the sultry, soulful, and simple vocals. It made me so happy, I couldn't help but jump up and down and smile the whole time. The crowd was energetic and joyful, the room was lit by pulsing colored lights, the spirit of the room was youthful and peaceful (in a rockin kind of way.) Jacob asked me dance during the one slow song of the night, and it was adorable how cautious and gentle and nervous he was, though he tried to be a good sport. What a child. It was such a fun concert, and I'm dying to find some more to go to.

Today sucked. It sucked so much. Today was one of the worst days since we've lived in Utah. But I guess that's life: two out of three days were good, but it ended badly and kinda just made me forget how glad I was to be alive. I'd almost be okay with the world ending this minute.