the world has its ways

I promise to be less depressing in all my posts, from now on.

Today, I'm going to talk about all the good things that have happened since Emily and I parted and went our separate ways in the traffic circle of the school.

So I convinced my mom to take me to Mellow Mushroom, and I've got to say, it did not fail to live up to it's reputation. It's without a doubt the coolest place I've ever been for pizza (I actually got a hoagie, but what does that matter?). And it turns out I wasn't leaving my gov. school friends forever because almost half of the guys part of music was there, along with some girls. Lukas and Julie and Eric were all there. There were quite a few drama girls. Brandon Loftus showed up about five minutes after Julie left. There were two visual arts girls whose names I can't remember, and that's just to name a few. I swear, half the academy population was there (why weren't y'all???????).

I kept a napkin and one of those paper menus that they give you so you can order takeout as souvenirs. It's really cool because on the back of the napkin it has a picture of a mushroom with a recycle sign in it and it says:

This napkin is made with:
Recycled Paper
Bleach-Free Process
Post-Consumer Grade Material
Printed with Soy Ink

So I thought that was awesome and good for the environment...but whatever, maybe I'm just a loser. *shrug*

And then as we left I pointed out all the places we went on our downtown trip to my mom (not that there were that many places) and told her about Mamie's giftcard present.

On the ride, I figured out that I can plug my mp3 player into her car and listen to it instead of the radio that goes in and out all the time or plays tacky commercials and bad music. So after a few hours I did that. Which was an improvement both to the radio and to my broken headphones.

Other than that and waiting in line at Walmart for forever (never, EVER go there in the summer), the rest of Saturday was uneventful.

But today was nice. I've read about three books since I've gotten home and haven't really gone outside, but this afternoon (at about 5 or 6) I went out on my stepbrother's boat and rode around for a while (having short hair is much of an improvement upon riding on the boat before, when my hair was down to my waist--which was the last time I'd ridden his boat). It felt awesome, especially when the sun started to go down. It was really pretty. I actually wrote a poem about it, but I left it in my mom's car and she's at the store right now, so the promised poem will have to be tomorrow. It may not even be that one. I don't know.

The only downer about going to the marina and sitting in the inlet was that a lot of people reminded me of Walker. One of my friends (more of a family friend, but he's only 18 or 19) has sunglasses that he, of course, wears on that string thing...I don't know the technical word for it, and he kept spinning it around like Walker does when we were talking. Actually, lots of people have their sunglasses like that, but he just reminded me of Homewrecka more because he's about his height and he's skinny. A lot more things down at the marina reminded me of him, because people down there fish and wear khakis and Boater's World shirts and belts with fish on them (mainly marlins).

And then I saw a girl that kind of sort of not really looked like Grace from far away. But that's stretching it.

But the water was beautiful, and since it was high tide I could dip my feet in the water real easily, and it felt good.

I love the inlet...except for the smell right after they get off a trip and people are unloading fish. Any other time the salty smell is nice...ish.

So it was a pretty good day.

Hope yours was too,
Heather

p.s. Caroline, I'm mad and angry about those infernal twins because they did come home on the 10th and it makes me mad at myself for thinking Zac lied that easily (even though he's capable of it) and at them for not saying anything and Dante ignoring my message asking when they were coming home (actually, everybody's messages) and sad that they haven't called or come over or anything. It's been a long time and I miss them. That makes me sad.

p.p.s. I like Noel and Angelo. I hate Jackson. Tommy is awesome, and unfortunately fictional, even in the fictional realm, and Hutch kind of creeps me out...not terribly, though.

to quiet us down comes the rain