Today wasn't half bad. School was terrible, more so than usual. My English teacher is getting on my nerves and I kind of want to slap her with a fish. But after school was magnificent. Jackie and Gunnar are at band Regionals, along with Sarah and Austin. And while Trevor was at a meeting Hippo and I managed to find Alexa and have an absolutely splendid time. This girl who I was friends with in the fifth grade, who moved, (She wasn't a particularly good friend) got a hold of my cell number and when she called I gave my cell to Alexa and she pretended to be my Parisian secretary. Their conversation lasted at least five minutes and was very hilarious. Thus the quote.
And yet the day got better. Hippo and I sat (accidentally) where the track was running suicide laps. Marco happens to be on track. He also happened to run shirtless, along with some other particularly attractive males, who I don't actually know. But they were cuties.
Then we rode the bus and talked about Pokemon with the two other boys on the bus. Same old, same old there.
All in all, better than expected.
Today I saw: Running, shirtless, cute boys. Doesn't get any better.
Today I heard: A birdie hitting a racket. I'm not very good, but I really enjoy badminton.
Today I smelled: Vinillary perfume by LUSH. Lush, indeed.
Today I touched: A not too much. Mostly just me flailing during several conversations between Alexa, Hippo and I.
Today I tasted: Again, not a lot. Boring, I know. But what can I say?
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