Among other things, this is what is now causing, even now, the joy bubbling up inside me.
For once, I liked what I saw in the mirror this morning.
The comments I made in Honors Lit were said to be "well-spoken."
Lunchtime harvested the first AG-35 group on a while with dear old Bailey and Allison.
In history, someone tumblr-famous referenced a quote from an old tumblr post of mine from at least a month ago. I almost died at the prospect that humans read the musings I upchuck into cyberspace.
Despite my fears of going hungry after school, Ms. Deakins gave me an orange, which was so deliciously awe-inspiring it shall be blogged about later.
Refuge Cafe was, as always, a refuge. During an adrenaline-pumping game of 3-hit kill, I felt, as always, that maybe I wasn't as weak and lame as I so often seem.
The pummeling hit to my right cheekbone via Thor's soccer ball-throwing abilities earned me man points, a piggyback ride, and a hug from one very sweet baseball player.
Bailey and I went outside, in keeping with tradition, to the parking lot, as it poured rain. We swapped stories and spun gleefully. Afterwards, I flung open the door to the cafe, sopping wet and grinning from ear to ear.
After all that, all I have is to smile in my sleep and wonder why God chose to bestow upon me such a gift.
Oh, and also...
YOLO.
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