"'Did I ever tell you I had a dream where my mom was married to Barack Obama. He made breakfast.'' March 28, 2011

“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.” - Chuck Palahniuk

Today really made me realise the truth in that quote. Spending time with Gunnar and Austin and Hippo and even Jackie made me realise that even though I'm not friends with 2/4 of that group, they've taught me a lot. Not even from the good memories, but from all the things that I'd like not to think about. Coping with loosing somebody you thought would never honestly judge you takes a toll. But through that process I have learned a lot. Which is saying something, because if you recall, I mention not gathering anything from this whole ordeal.
So yes, I hung out with Gunnar, Jackie, Austin and Hippo today, just after spending some time in Powell-sensei's classroom. I even saw Leslie briefly. So, I saw most of my favorite people, (Stupid Trevor being sick and silly me for not talking to Brendalyn when I had the chance) even at the expense of seeing somebody how's not so high on my list. Hippo and I danced, Austin and I talked, I laughed and vented and over all had a great time. She's not worth loosing my friends or being angry over. She's not worth any of it.
Today I saw: The high school. Whether that's unfortunate or not, I can't say. But it's been absent in my life for a week so I thought it was worth mentioning.
Today I heard: Austin's trurly beautiful new waltz. He's an amazingly talented composer.
Today I smelled: New paint on the music wing of the high school. Over break they redid the carpets and painted a ton. It looks really nice, but as Hippo described it, it's a little 'trippy' Bright and vibrant and crazy. Like the band/ choir geeks I love dearly.
Today I touched: Powell-sensei's tables, more so than usual. He's not particularly happy with them at the moment. And I occurs to me that that sounds like I'm saying something I'm not. He wanted to move the tables in his classroom.
Today I tasted: Pretty much nothing. Some more of those pastries that my step-father made so many of for some ungodly reason. We have so many. So many.