A smile that tugs upon my soul/Whispers gently in my ear

Back from Seattle/Dallas. Yes, I'm aware that they're two very different places, but I was nonetheless at both of them in the same week, which happened to be one of the best weeks of my life. . In fact, the only one I can think of that was better was the last time I was out in Seattle. So, all in all, a good time. I ended up going to a wedding, and dancing with a creepy old man, who, oddly enough, no one seemed to know the name of. I also had my first experience with Mongolian barbeque--not bad, but I think I prefer Chinese. But hey, I'm not arguing. Lots of truth-or-dare--fortunately there was no whipped cream or duct tape involved, unlike last year. Lots of hot tubbing, too, which was fun, except for the bits of grass and dirt that were still in there after Andrew's running amok in fresh cut grass. Oh! And I got to play with an AirSoft shotgun, which was great until I accidentally hit Tyler in the face. I still feel bad about that. In all, it was a great time, the only bad part was leaving them to come back here--I refuse to use the world "home", because it's not even close. I don't want to think about tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, because if I do, I'll only burst into tears. It's only been 36 hours or so, and I already miss them.
My keyboard sucks. Or maybe my computer has started sucking even more than it used to, because now there's a delay of at least a second between typing a letter and its appearance on screen. And no, I'm not running anything else at the moment, which is why this REALLY sucks.


If you fear there's something you hear/A heart beating under the floor

Yesterday I met an honest-to-God Head Boy. No joke. Nice guy, too--looked a bit like Mr. Tumnus from the recent Narnia movie (which actually rather sucked, if you ask me. But nobody did, so...)

On a completely different note, I have given up on talking to my parents about anything of substance, since every time I try, they throw it back in my face. Or change the subject.

I made pudding for the first time ever a few days ago. Once I get around to it, I'm going to make the eclairs the pudding is supposed to go in to.

OH! Happy news, I'm going to Seattle again, squee! I'm terribly excited, it's been one of the few bright spots in my life as of late, and I'm looking forward to it. I leave in a week.

It's odd. Last night, and even earlier today, I wanted nothing more than to sit down and write a lengthy entry about a quantity of subjects, but now, I have nothing to say. So later, I suppose.