On Sunday, Max and Christina (Max's friend from school) and I went to the beach. The Singing Sand Beach. It was a great thing. We played in the water. We built a sand castle whilst discussing the finer points of Neo-Liberalism. We scuffed around and heard the sand squeal beneath our feet. It wasn't very melodic but it was still pretty sweet. I got a bit of a sunburn which, admittedly, I was intending to do. I know that skin cancer exists and that it's a bad thing, but I also like having a bit of a tan. What a predicament.
Annah can't come down and visit when I'm home for a few days. This makes me (and her) a sad pup. Life moves on, I know. But I want to whine about it for a mo'.
Last night, several of us discussed our first kisses. I just found out that the boy who was my first kiss is now married and has a baby girl on the way. WHAT?!? THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ME. I mean, it couldn't have been. Because I barely let him touch my boobs and he burped in my mouth after eating a cheeseburger and he said I love you and I replied with "Thanks." So, obvi that couldn't have been me. But still. What if it was/were/was?
I am going to New York tomorrow to play with my mom, who will also be in NY. So that's nice. Except I'm waking up in 5 hours. And I still haven't packed. No surprise there. Hopefully we'll see In the Heights, but I bet everyone and their mom (ha) is going to want to see it now that it's all "the best musical" and other shit like that. Lame. Maybe I'll sit in the front row again and Luis Salgado will wink at me and recognize me again at the flower shop the next night. One can only hope...
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