"Maybe I don't actually care about cows that much. I mean, maybe last week I ate a burger."
"So what, then, you're a social meat eater?"
-two kids in my writing class

Today is one of the best days of my life. I'm saying that so that I can start keeping track of them, so that I remember that they happen.

I woke up this morning, and I was actually smiling, because even after 8 hours of sleep, I was still replaying last night. (Last night was Stesha's birthday party, and it was great...). Also, my alarm clock is Regina singing "a little bag of cocaine, a little bag of cocaine, and who's the girl wearing my dress?". I got up and got myself dressed, and went and got contacts at the mall at my new Ophthalmologist's office. He's a cool guy. Ophthalmologists are weird because they spend like, maybe 25 minutes looking into your soul while you stare at the ceiling (no left, now right. Now look at my shoe), and write you out a prescription for something that is going to affect you every day of your life til the next time you come in. 25 minutes.
After that, I bought my first ever pair of Steve Maddens. I fear that I will never stop buying more shoes. This is the third pair in, oh, a week.
(I'm still in denial that I have a bass and amp to pay for by January).
I met Lauren for an amazing cup of coffee, and Shannon went on her lunch break and hung out with us. We sat and ate cucumbers, and it was... divine.
Creative writing class was just peachy, and here I sit, anticipating a great band practice, and an amazing night of bowling. And I don't even have to wake up early in the morning.
Does life seriously get any better?