All in a Good Day

Today was a Very Good Day.


I woke up a little late this morning, but it was alright. I wasn't rushing (well, yes I was but it was the slow kind, when you're still half-asleep). I took my time in the shower and got ready for school. And then the most bizarre thing happened to me. As I was putting my hair up in a ponytail I noticed something shiny in my hair. I just assumed it was hair with too much hair product, but, no!, this hair was white.
WHITE. Well, it is called grey but it was white. I have [a] grey/white hair. I always knew this day would come; it actually happened to my cousin very early and now she dyes her hair. I was excited for some reason and I told my mother and all she said was "okay." It was a much bigger deal to me, obviously. She told me it was a sign of wisdom.
I had, as per usual, left myself about four minutes to eat a bowl of cereal, brush my teeth again, put on my shoes/coat/gloves, and get down to be in time for the bus. My mom was going on telling me how I was going to be late, etc, and then she kept telling me how I had to eat more. I explained to her (calmly of course) that I simply didn't have time. She looked at me and said, "Well you're not going to school unless you eat!"
"Oh yeah, um Mom I don't really feel like having breakfast today..."
And so the joking continued, and I made it out in perfect timing to catch the bus.

Got to school. Went to Graz's room where I had planned a breakfast party with Hanna Wolle. She brought Panera bagels (mmmmm) and I brought muffins. Juice was had. Jokes were made. All was good.
The morning was great--I don't really enjoy school in general but it was flying by. Hurrah. Got to fourth hour, tried to do an AP Bio lab and failed miserably. I think I'm going to fail that 60 point lab, but I was more irritated about my own lack of competence. Proceded to fail a 30-point quiz that I had only half-heartedly studied for. That one's gonna hurt my grade.
Accounting was stupid, and I feel bad for the Student Teacher because no one likes her. I try to be nice and cut her some slack but sometimes I just want to smack her upside the head, just to remind her that we aren't kindergarteners.
PE was actually really cool. I like going to the weight room a lot. I think I sprained my hamstring though, so that wasn't much fun. But! Joanna's in my PE (always fun) and there are two ... er... shall we say... "boys" in my class. One of them is just a friend but he's really a wonderful guy, and the other is a potential love interest. No, I'm kidding, he probably isn't but he's certainly nice eye candy. And then there's Bryan Collins; we have the weirdest relationship. But he's fun to joke around with.
I did a bunch of curls and felt good, that was nice. Went to US History, in which I had completely (again) forgotten to do the reading... failed that quiz too. It doesn't matter though, I'll redeem myself eventually. Mostly I just really love Mr. Hudson. He's so much fun. He's like a really old (and intelligent) supersenior.
The bell rang, went to my locker and then got on the bus, and came home. Did some more weight lifting stuff and watched TEEN JEOPARDY which was awesome.
not important.
My parents came home and I made my dad some soup because he isn't feeling really well. I started reading "The Economist" (it's an economic magazine, basically. It's by far the best magazine, and I mean worldwide. It's good stuff.) and it was really interesting.
and then!
The Mother requested my assistance in shoveling the driveway. Not that much snow, but certainly enough to warrant a shovel. And so I packed on the head gear (literally, I was wearing two hats and earmuffs) and other general winter wear and shoveled the driveway and cleaned off my car.
For the first time ever though, I really didn't mind it. It had warmed up considerably and I think I was so warm anyway that I just didn't feel the cold. The air was so still and peaceful; it was beautiful.

I needed to do something. So, finally, I did it.

I made my first snow angel.


Yep, that's right. Smack-dab in the middle of my front yard. And it was the most liberating experience. I spent a few minutes just chucking snow around (my snowball creating experience was rather disappointing) and then I had the brilliant idea to just throw in the towel and be a kid.
I walked on the sidewalk and just stared at the perfectly-fallen snow for a short while, and waited for a car to pass.
I took a few steps into the (surprisingly) deep snow. There. In the middle.
Deep breath, in and out.

Then I let go.
THUNK, I landed on the ground and it wasn't wet and I didn't really care about the slight pain from crashing into the solid ground. And so it began; I waved my arms and swished my legs.

Right in the middle of my yard is a snow angel. I made one in the backyard too.

Today was a Very Good Day indeed.

YarghleSchmargle

By the way, that's my new favorite phrase. It's really useful, especially when you feel like this.

"This" refers to the month of February. Why do we have February? Why are there two R's in February? Why does this month suck most of all? I'll tell you why. It sucks because it's cold and grey outside, because no one feels their best, no one (well, certainly not me) looks their best, no one wants to do anything, for some people it's the whole thought of Valentine's day, and in general February is a waste of time. It should be deleted. It's gross.

Anyway, I'm really stressed out. Who isn't? Took the ACTs last Sat, I think they went really well; I find out my scores in April sometime which is lame because I really want to know now. Just so that I can stop waiting, y'know? I'm shooting for a 33-34. I really really really hope I do well. Really.

Mock trial competition is less than two weeks away. I just got a new part, and we have a scrimmage tomorrow.... I'm so not ready. And in all honesty, I don't think our team is ready. But I hope we can stuff some practices in this week and next and get ready. I think we can do it.

I feel like all I do is complain about how busy I am. It makes me sad, I don't feel like I'm any fun anymore. Maybe it's just the Feb-roo-ary effect. I hope it goes away soon, I don't like being so boring.

Lately I've been setting goals for myself every day on the bus. Little things, like "compliment every person you see" or "have a quiet day" or "don't interrupt people" or "don't bitch/complain about anyone/thing." That last one was really, really hard. I'm workin' on it. Hopefully the little things like this will become habit. I realized that I am not nearly as open or cultured as I thought I was. As I get older, I can feel myself getting more and more closed off from new people and new experiences. I never thought it was possible, I LOVE meeting new people and that whole shebang. Maybe it's one of those things that you constantly need to work on.

I got the new John Mayer CD and the Corrine Bailey Rae CD from my iTunes gift card that my sis gave me. So far I haven't had a chance to really dig into them, but as far as I can tell the John Mayer (Continuum) is turning out to be a nice complement to Feb-yew-erry.

And Junebug: the last few days I've felt the same way about the cold. I mean, it's disgusting-looking outside, but I like the fresh air. Especially the day of the ACT when I was crazy nervous, I took a few deep breaths and it was really pleasant.
Goal: Try to enjoy Feb. and not complain about the weather.


AP Euro test; I'm out.