Hey, Hungary!
Let's just start this off by saying one thing: today was a great day!
Reason number one: I won a raffle for a one-month faculty parking pass at the shhooool. The only downside to this is the fact that I don't drive to school--I take the bus. And then I realized that I had just been handed the golden opportunity: amongst high school students, these things were like gold. All I had to do was name my price.
And so I did: the price of pizza. I sent out a proclamation (text message) that the first one to bring me a pizza should therefore win the golden ticket to living the high school dream. And, I kid you not, no less than thirty seconds later this girl responds with: "Done. What kind?" And that, dear Hungary, is how you score a free deep-dish pizza--on a Thursday, no less. # Miracle accomplished (*Cue Whitney Huston with The Prince of Egypt soundtrack in the background*)
Reason two: I had the squad over for a Cinderella watching party and it was O so fabulous. Of course there was lots of popcorn involved (hopefully this isn't too surprising considering papa's infatuation with it. I'm pretty sure that as long as I live, there will always be a bucket full of popcorn kernels stored somewhere in this house...So at least we'll never starve....) But the reason I mention this popcorn is because apparently one of our friends was feeling the need to be a little extra adventurous and convinced me to try putting cinnamon in the popcorn. So I let him have a separate bowl so we could test it out. Now I could try to tell you how the flavors combined with so magical a union that the salty and the sweet made for an exquisitely decadent melding pot of flavor on your tongue, or I could attempt to convey to you the way the unexpected burst of that extra-dimensional season made it seem like perfection had found its way into your mouth, guided by the delicate-fairy wings of coconutty goodness, but I fear this would be under-exaggerated so poorly that you would simply never trust me. In short, though, I must tell you that it was delicious.
But of course popcorn wasn't the only thing good about the party. I mean it was Cinderella for crying out loud! And you of all people should know how much I love me a good fairy-tale. Mostly it was good because of the people. After everyone else left, that one popcorn-genius friend stayed after a bit later so he could finish the story he'd been telling me. Only...suddenly I realized that that story had been finished about an hour ago and we were still just talking.
I've never really done that with a guy before. Talked, I mean; not in the way we talked--about anything and everything, about what we wanted to do when we grew up and where we were going in life and what we were passionate about and our hopes and dreams and aspirations. It was the strangest thing but it felt really natural, and it's always been hard for me to tell those sorts of things to people before. And I know this sounds crazy and like I'm head over heals for this guy, which I decidedly am NOT, but I feel like...like that was a good experience for me to practice communicating better. I don't really known if you will ever read these posts, but I hope you skipped over this one. Sometimes I just need a way to channel my feelings, so I'm sorry if that was a bit over-dramatic or too school-girl romantic of me. You'll just have to promise to give me some leeway here. After all, a year and a half is a long time for a girl to be without her sister.
That's all for today. I guess I'll talk to you later.
Love America
And so I did: the price of pizza. I sent out a proclamation (text message) that the first one to bring me a pizza should therefore win the golden ticket to living the high school dream. And, I kid you not, no less than thirty seconds later this girl responds with: "Done. What kind?" And that, dear Hungary, is how you score a free deep-dish pizza--on a Thursday, no less. # Miracle accomplished (*Cue Whitney Huston with The Prince of Egypt soundtrack in the background*)
Reason two: I had the squad over for a Cinderella watching party and it was O so fabulous. Of course there was lots of popcorn involved (hopefully this isn't too surprising considering papa's infatuation with it. I'm pretty sure that as long as I live, there will always be a bucket full of popcorn kernels stored somewhere in this house...So at least we'll never starve....) But the reason I mention this popcorn is because apparently one of our friends was feeling the need to be a little extra adventurous and convinced me to try putting cinnamon in the popcorn. So I let him have a separate bowl so we could test it out. Now I could try to tell you how the flavors combined with so magical a union that the salty and the sweet made for an exquisitely decadent melding pot of flavor on your tongue, or I could attempt to convey to you the way the unexpected burst of that extra-dimensional season made it seem like perfection had found its way into your mouth, guided by the delicate-fairy wings of coconutty goodness, but I fear this would be under-exaggerated so poorly that you would simply never trust me. In short, though, I must tell you that it was delicious.
But of course popcorn wasn't the only thing good about the party. I mean it was Cinderella for crying out loud! And you of all people should know how much I love me a good fairy-tale. Mostly it was good because of the people. After everyone else left, that one popcorn-genius friend stayed after a bit later so he could finish the story he'd been telling me. Only...suddenly I realized that that story had been finished about an hour ago and we were still just talking.
I've never really done that with a guy before. Talked, I mean; not in the way we talked--about anything and everything, about what we wanted to do when we grew up and where we were going in life and what we were passionate about and our hopes and dreams and aspirations. It was the strangest thing but it felt really natural, and it's always been hard for me to tell those sorts of things to people before. And I know this sounds crazy and like I'm head over heals for this guy, which I decidedly am NOT, but I feel like...like that was a good experience for me to practice communicating better. I don't really known if you will ever read these posts, but I hope you skipped over this one. Sometimes I just need a way to channel my feelings, so I'm sorry if that was a bit over-dramatic or too school-girl romantic of me. You'll just have to promise to give me some leeway here. After all, a year and a half is a long time for a girl to be without her sister.
That's all for today. I guess I'll talk to you later.
Love America
