the simple things

it's funny how this simple things can make a day good. i got to wear my funky new red tights with the cheap blue plaid skirt i got a value village. i didnt match and that was okay. i didnt do too badly on my literature test and my teacher told me i was talented in writing after reading my journal (which we were asked to write). i didnt have a biology lab so i finished school early. i got to play lots of foosball, hang out with friends, laugh at stupid things... then i went shopping with friends. had a good conversation on the way there, got a chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream cone before going home. i got the whole busride to myself to just read. now that i think about it i read on the busride to school too. when i got home i got to take off the cool tights and put on my pj's which were reeeeal comfy. the house was empty so i got to pig out on junk food. for the first time in 3 weeks i had no homework on a weeknight and it just happened to be a thursday night which is, as any educated person would know, prime tv-watching night. the fact that scrubs was taken over by some crappy comedy starring whoopi did put a dampner on my evenning however i knew CSI would be on later. so i kill some time at the pool table and returned just in time to see that it was a rerun. being the SCI-addict that i am, i watched it anyways and suprise! there was another, more recent, episode right after. i realised something about this show. at any given time, there is about 17 different story lines going on. most of these only come up for about 30 seconds each episode if they show up at all. they sometimes even skip a whole season. the good thing is, they never spell it out. you kind of have to guess at it although it usually isnt that big a mystery if you've seen quite a few episodes, things start to add up.

so these are the simple things that made this day a good one.

oh, i know you are all dying to know how i did in the volleyball tryout. that makes you and me both... they girls trying out are all real good so i dont know... on the plus side, they're arent many girls so i might make the cut anyways. i like to believe that what i like in skill i make up for in enthousiam. or something like that. what i'm trying to say is that i'm trying hard, whatever that means. i wish i could have a comment board so people could post things and tell me how deluded i am in thinking my life is actually interesting. i'm so boring. but hey... i uh... have .... OTHER redeeming qualities. or so i would imagine...

my newer computer is working properly again. it has this nasty habbit of subtly loosing certain capabilities as if it expects us not to notice ie. sound, msn, periodic loss of keyboard use. you know, non essential stuff really. so now i have my precious computer back except it's empty... we saved all our stuff first, it just needs to be reinstalled. all i need really is my music, my tv, my internet/msn and thats about it. my brother on the other hand...

oh, and i've come to the conclusion that all my friends (and myself included probably) should be neutered. or is the corect term spayed? they both work i guess... it would fix a lot of problems.... theoretically....

alright... the thingy is dinging at me and i'm tired. woah... i just went all tingly and my right wrist is still bigger than the other one...