Best. Sleep/Wake-up combo. In days. Weeks.

Ah.
No, not the 'Oh' Ah. Or the Dissapointment Ah. Think Relaxed. Think leisure. Think taking-a-desperately-needed-piss-Ah. Think "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh....."

Today I woke up with a relaxingly blurry view of the room, dreams still clouding around in my brain. Sister not at home, other sister not at home, dad in his room, mom not at home. Noise: Not At Home.
Peaceful awakenings are Awesome.

So I went to my friend's house today. Guy's got a really religious mom (as he says), a lama (Idunno what a lama is, really. I figure it's equal to a priest in his religion.) in his room, and yet has a room holding a drawer of porno books, with a few lightly sprinkled around another room. Bake and you get your Wtf Cake™.

We played a bit of badminton, had a game of 'ABC' (more like basketball target practice) and swam, challenging each other who could paddle backwards while sitting in those orange hard plastic floats marked for lifeguard use only. I beat both of 'em. (of course).
After this we sat in the Room of Clouds, also known to many as the Steam Room. Breathing in that place felt like my mouth was pressed against some guy's ass, so I decided not to. I like breathing big breaths.

I like, big, BREATHS AND I CANNOT LIE-

So. Anyways. I got sick of the room, said goodabai and left. In the drizzle. Damn weather. Still, I held in my hand the wonder of a bag that is waterproof, so I held it high above my head in pride, sheilding the head and shoulders (ahem) from wetness. Not minding that I looked like a total dork, walking through umbrella-holding people. Smiling assholes.

Later that day I went to a party for the opening of this sports magazine called FrontRow Sports. I came complaining that I was "SO... HUNGRY. FOOD. NEED FOOD." And left going "Auuughh... so.. full..". The food there was great. The band was great. The people were great. I loved it. And I wish I got the name of the band. They were pretty good. And now, I rest. Man it's late.