Hey Looka Dat!

Today was brightened and crushingly body slammed then brightened again by small yet meaningful little tidbits. Today was the first day back to school after spring break. I have 29 days left of school. My head might spontaneously combust before summer gets here, but I’m praying otherwise. I got home from school to find my mother watching Ellen, my favorite talk show.   Ellen went through her series of hilarious jokes, then on cue, started dancing up and down the aisles. ”I wish I could dance like her…” I say sorrowfully. ”You can. Just stand up and get loose,” Mother says. Then commenced my mother and I dancing in the living room. That made me smile because I am an embarrassing dancer. (It made me feel closer to my excentric father, who is often very embarrassing. He wears kilts.) My joy was crushed suddenly, almost as if a piano had fallen out of the sky and landed on my small frame.

dun.

Dunn…

DUUUUN….

Mathnasium for math tutoring for the mathically challenged. I have to pass the EOCT this year in math or my life with suck. Like a little kid with an empty juice box. So I was there for an hour, sighing and pondering what I had done wrong in my life that could have landed me in this oh so glorious place. Then my excentric father saved me and we went home and ate tiny blue tacos for dinner. Then, hey looka dat! My favorite magazine, Susie Mag, had come in the mail with my favorite Band, Hawk Nelson on the cover. It made me smile because they are all inexplicably attractive. (On the subject of music, I must add this note: I have new music. Hey, Soul Sister by Train, Glee Volume One, and Eric Hutchinson’s CD.  I turn the volume up to twenty notches and belt out Don’t Stop Believing when no one is home. Tee hee..)