Today was successful.
I got to sleep in until 10:30. Since I work Saturday mornings and have 9am church on Sundays, sleeping in is precious.
I woke up to a clean room. I finally got to cleaning my room yesterday after it being a death hole since my job started a couple months ago.
I took my computer and began my Portuguese exercises. On Friday Bruna showed me a free website to learn languages. She gave me a 2-hour Portuguese lesson. I can now introduce myself in Portuguese and tell you what color a tree, car, wallet, purse, truck, building, or house is. (That’s more than I’ve learned in French class all year.) This morning I remembered all of my words I had studied over the weekend. I kept going.
I cleaned my bathroom. Scrub scrub scrub for hours.
I took everything out of the fridge and threw away white fuzzy strawberries, dripping meat, and green cheese. Bruna came over and together we scrub scrub scrubbed for hours until the fridge was spick and span. (We now have no food, by the way.)
Bruna, Harrison and his girlfriend Kat, and I drove to the mall. I promised myself I wouldn’t buy food because that’s all I spend my money on. I didn’t buy food. Instead I decided not to care about money today. I decided I think too much about it and today I wasn’t going to care. I decided that I never buy myself anything. I decided that I’m not happy with how I look. I shopped.
Two nail polishes from American Eagle, green and yellow. Brown short shorts, a lacy orange and white tank top, a cream colored necklace, and a blue and white dress from Forever 21. A plaid blue and red button up shirt from Hollister. Gladiator sandals from JC Penny.
It’s been four hours since my last purchase and I’m still not regretting anything.
Bruna, Mira, Mom, Dad, and I played Ticket to Ride. Mom won again. I was a close second.
I didn’t have time to be sad that Micky didn’t call. Eh, well except for now.
Tomorrow is my last day of school. You have no idea how happy I am to be done. If you were to ask me in person how my Senior year was, it would be as dramatic as when Curtis asked me how I was feeling after I broke up with Will. There would be a lot of tears and wet snot running down my face. Your shirt would turn into a soggy rag. I’d cry and whine and pout and tell you that this year was the hardest year of my life and ohhh I hate High School and ohhhh you have no idea and ohhh ya dee ya dah. And it will all be true. It sucked.
Anyway. Today was good.