Kids With Guns

Today was a pretty dang good day, if I do say so myself.

My best friends were so kind as to take me with them to In-n-Out, where we all received delicious foods in which we dove into, sort of. We then went to Barne's and Noble's and made fun of books that looked stupid and talked about how certain books looked awesome or completely hilarious. I went over to the graphic novel section (of course I would, knowing me) And I IMMEDIATELY spotted a Dead-Pool Comic, and I began to read. IT WAS AS IF GOD HAD CREATED HUMOR AND PURE LEGITIMATE AWESOMENESS IN THE FORM OF A COMIC BOOK!!! It was great. Before I knew it, my head was feeling fuzzy from how much I was laughing. It was great. Actually, that was false. It was AWESOMELY SPECTACULAR! Yes.

So, thanks to those who took me with them. You guys really made my day. Really. And I thank you for that.

After that I had to go to Cello Lessons and then to go and observe a choir concert, which actually wasn't that bad in and of itself. Except for the Men's Choir sang The Spongebob Squarepants theme. (I know...right?) I was basically like, die. (I DID IT AGAIN! I SOUND LIKE EMILY! I feel as though I've accomplished something in my life!) But the rest was pretty great, and I got the BIGGEST kick out of watching all of the over-enthusiastic dweebs as they danced to their songs dramatically and rather obviously. It was so hilarious. I know, I feel bad making fun of them, but I know they're probably having fun doing it, so it's somewhat of a win-win situation, right?

All in all, my Wednesday wasn't as bad as I supposed it to be. In fact, I spend so much time dreading it that it almost ALWAYS seems to turn out better than usual, but still, it has been somewhat stressful, but oh well! Tomorrow's Thursday, which ultimately WILL be better. I just know it.

Sayoonara, good friends. And remember . . . . . . . .

If some one says you can't do it and that it's impossible,
It's simply because they are afraid you will exceed their own physical limits.

Prove them wrong.