I know that the blog obviously dates these little morsels of thought, but in my "journal" (the last subject in my Calculus three subject spiral notebook, last year's five subject pink notebook, and/or any scrap pieces of paper I can find) this is how I label each entry. So, I'm keeping with that.
Today is a snow day. Which is nice really, but it almost just feels like a day that's been owed me. I don't know why. We got out Monday too. And that just felt like a part of my weekend that I already knew was a sure thing. The past two weeks have been so off, it just seems like of course we're supposed to be getting out of school. How could school really still be in session in light of this emotional roller coaster that is February thus far.
On Monday, January 31st at approximately 5:00 pm (or was it 5:30?) I began a search for some sticky labels. I was home early that day - as in before 8 o'clock at night - and decided I wanted to have a little me time. I was cleaning a bit when I came across the remnants of the sparkling grape juice bottle that Maja, Andrew and I had feasted on the day before in light of all three getting $8,000 dollars a year to go to the University of Arkansas. Don't think it's too sweet: our friendship is a rocky and unstable thing. Anyway, after seeing this bottle, I realized that I've opened quite a few sparkling grape juices to celebrate different events in my high school years. Why not make some useless project out of it?
So, as I delved into my Dad's desk to find the labels I would put somewhere on the bottle to remind myself of what the event was that meant I had to have some fake booze to commemorate it, I found three folded up pieces of paper. They looked old, kind of yellow and through them I could see a large font. My first reaction? Old letters written by Meredith and myself to the Tooth Fairy and/or Santa Clause. My last thought? That they'd be suicide note from my Grandfather to me, my sister, and my Grandmother from 10 years ago.
