This was possibly the most beautiful day we've had this year. Despite the somewhat-near-frigid temperature (by spring standards) and the three hours of sleep that resulted from a night with Eveline, oh, and not being able to finish either my great breakfast or my greater dinner, it was a great regular day as far as regular days go. If you bothered to look outside, well, the colors were, and still are as of 7:58 PM, as bright and as saturated as they could get. I wish I could've just stared outside all of English class, it was that sweet. Or are they just the usual colors, and I've gotten some sort of I-like-everything effect from my lack of sleep over the past two or four nights?
Everything's blooming. No time to stop and smell the roses (or whatever the cliché is)? Doesn't matter, since just looking at the flowers is satisfying enough. It's not profound; nah, yes it is. I can’t believe how amazing everything looked today.
And tomorrow, we have the last Zimmerman class ever. (Party time!) And then I'll have to rush some senior celebration forms or something, or something, or something, and the weekend, and then we start all over. Intramural tennis with Mr. Richards on Tuesday and Freewrite Club on Wednesday, and this time both of these things will actually happen.
This was possibly the most beautiful day we've had this year.
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yeah - those cookies kicked ass... we have to do that in dimarchi next
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