intarnishable

weird. I had an unusually good day. I was gonna write a blog about it and everything, but this dumb blog pretty much explains how I felt today. I mean, except the arkapaino part. I don't even like arkapaino. he's just a ruiner.

but it was funny, like I'd had some kind of felix felicis, and everything was okay. like, in English we talked about LITERARY THEORY and POSTMODERNISM which are like my favorite things ever. And when I was arguing in the hall about freedom of speech and being dumb oppressive majorities, I was like, hahaha you can't beat me now, I'm right, I'm indestructible, your arguments shatter in front of me. Do you know that feeling? I get it sometimes, and it kind of runs through me, and all goes well. Like in French, I was badass and funny and good at paper-mâché and it was great, and I got flour-y dough all over my jeans! Things started to look bad in accounting when I forgot to do my homework and had to turn it in late for a possible 70% score only - oh no! And then I remembered that my grades don't matter anymore, and my high school record was intarnishable, and I am slowly working my way out of a mini-labyrinth of sorts, and it's neat.

I am young and I am good and it's a good day you know!!!

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post-publication addendum: I realize I'd never really used "good day" or anything synonymous. I guess I only blog about miserable depressing ungood things??? But yeah, when good things happen, I guess now I can talk about them. I like good things.