The Date of July 23rd and Forward

Well this is my first live journal and if you’re expecting something even remotely interesting or illuminating about it, I suggest you go watch some television. So I guess I shall commence my day by proving how productive I was. I woke up at 1 in the afternoon and told my mother good morning and as usual she scolded me by reminding me that it was afternoon but in my defense it had only been afternoon for about 2 hours. Afterwards I organized a reunion with Mrs. Loftdahl who was returning from uh? Well work! She had just been working apparently all summer long and I had no idea that she even existed, I thought she was off tanning on some obscure Caribbean island with indecent tax laws. The Queen B a.k.a Ms. Mariani/ Mrs. Glover also came along. We migrated towards the Wegmen’s, also known as the temple of modern consumerism. We ate pizza and discussed things from college applications (only one actually doing them) to obsessive girls and then it was almost like something out of a movie adapted from a Nicholas Sparks novel because all three of us departed our ways and gave each other hugs, and that wasn’t a melodramatic separation then I don’t know what is . Afterwards I went back home and found my dad critiquing my [regular decision] application to Cornell (I want to start doing this things early rather then New Years Eve) and reminded him that he had a wedding to go to. My parents left for one of those great Rwandan weddings and I stayed and had the car all night long. I went to Beans house and then to Wendy’s it was pretty rad. Overall the nocturnal climax came at the Oak Hill Elementary Playground, where the game of Marco Polo was played with exquisite skill. The day was still not over and at 11 I went to the Black domestic facility, got scolded by Tanya for taking cookies (in a very public confrontation in which yelling was involved). I was shocked! Just live in communally is all, I take cookies from my house all the time and go off somewhere but I always have to remind myself the Black Family isn’t my actual family. I laid out on the front lawn and watched the stars with Leon and Caise, and then departed for home.