Today was splashy and squirty and sunny, and also had things, such as cake and frisbee and Apex Community Park, for which no suitable adjectives can be created. The nominal occasion was an early celebration of Cassandra's birthday, but I think my presence was mainly due to my friendship with the conspirators Megan and Morgan, as well as my eagerness for regressive behavior. I left happy, sunburned, damp, and marveling at the arcane protocols governing physical contact between friends of the opposite sex -- and I don't mean to sound detached, for I feel their influence at least as strongly as anyone else.
After I got home Daddy and I shot targets for a while and talked about guns, which, despite perfectly fitting a masculine stereotype, is quite unusual for us. My airgun and bike both need cleaning and oiling. I should do that soon; as mechanical devices go, they're very near my heart.
Prior to today, I'd only seen Diana, Erica and Hannah this summer, and them only once each. I've been very halfhearted about applying for jobs, and haven't gone to bed before two for as long as I can remember. Perhaps regressive behavior is in order; I've definitely still got some growing up to do.
posted on Sunday, May 28, 2006
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