Every Little Thing

Compared to Christmas break, spring break so far (I shouldn't say so far; it's almost over) (sigh) has been pretty uneventful. I did finally get out of the house the last two days. On Wednesday, I was going to call up a friend or two and go do something, but I couldn't think of anything to do, so I just went to the mall with my sister and walked around for a while. It was a gorgeous day; maybe we should have gone to the park. Now I regret not taking advantage of some of these nice days we've had this break. (And the sad thing is that every time I use the word "regret" now, I think of the word paper, which still looms menacingly over my head.)

When we got home that day, April had called me, wanting to go to a game night at her church, so I went. We played Scrabble with a woman named Erica, and then played this Disney music game where you had to listen to songs from Disney movies and know facts about them, first by ourselves and then with some other girls I didn't know. For some reason, I was really paranoid about being Catholic there, like they were going to try and convert me or something. When I went to Summerama, the day camp at First Free, no one ever said anything about Catholics, but at Vertical Extreme, the camp I went to at Rockford Christian, one of my counselors, Mr. Jones, said a lot of stuff about how he hated Catholics. Mr. Jones was an all-around bad guy, really conceited and snooty, although I probably provoked it by being really annoying (I complained a lot about having to play outside, to which he responded, "This is a summer camp. You're going to be outside!"). I was just annoyed at endless games of Capture the Flag and kickball. Once my sister and I, instead of playing kickball, snuck off to the far end of the field and played around in the sprinklers that were going back there. It was a lot of fun, but then we were soaking wet for the rest of the day. I can't remember whether we got in trouble or not.

Anyway, after the game night, April asked me if I could stay the night. My parents agreed to it, which surprised me; usually they're against sleepovers, but it wasn't like I had any plans for the following day. We played hopscotch in the dark, played the Carmen Sandiego board game, painted, watched TV, and made apple cinnamon muffins. I got to see The Daily Show for the first time, so now I know what all the fuss is about. It was certainly funny, although maybe a tad risque at some parts.

For the rest of the day, I just hung out and did homework, until Ellen called and invited me over, along with April. We just hung out and talked (and ate) for a few hours, but it was fun. Sonya came over later, too, after work, but April and I had to leave soon after she arrived. I've noticed that we can all do and say stupid things in front of each other without getting too embarrassed; we'll all tease each other about them later, but not in a mean way. Like when I blurted out something about the Jello eggs in the fridge looking like baby bottles, or when Sonya accidentally ate a Reese's peanut butter cup with the wrapper still on. With some other friends, I feel like I'm on my toes to be smooth and in control. It's nice to just be able to hang out with people.

Today I've got to get some homework done. The week has gone by way too fast, and I haven't even looked at my word paper (although I did make a PowerPoint presentation about mammals for AP bio, which was awesome, if I say so myself. I don't consider myself a really girly girl, but I did do the whole "Awww!" thing when I found some photos online of baby seals, and squealed when I had to get pictures of rats. Horses, however, still do nothing for me). Maybe later I'll go see a movie, although the selection looks painfully thin (it may be a choice between "Miss Congeniality 2" and "Ice Princess," or something equally mind-numbing).