Today Should be the Best Day of Your Life.

Today was a glorious day.I set my alarm for 6 this morning. I figured that that was a waste of effort, so I snoozed for an hour-and-a-half. See, I called this girl that I went to EFY with, Rebecca, and she didn't call me back till like one this morning. And we chatted for about an hour. So I was pretty beat. But I woke up and studied for this exam I had this morning, showered, studied, went to school, checked my Facebook because the Internet in this house sucks for some reason right now.

I aced that exam, I think. The essay was somewhat weak in a couple of parts, but all in all, I think I did pretty well.And then I didn't go to my next class because I am tired.

I did, however, go to the public library to get some books for this speech that I'm giving [tomorrow...I should do that] and that was a wonderful experience, as usual. Out in front of the library there are these carved megaliths with writing and images on them. And there are carvings in the walkway too. There is a photo below here, but I'm afraid it's not that great (it was the best I could find...and don't ask what those big black areas are, because I don't know); but you can see it's just a giant, carved stone cylinder and the ground below is carved as well.

Anyway, all of the writing out there is that inspirational-human-spirit-crap that always makes me cry. So as I was walking out, there was a woman reading something on the ground. Where hundreds of people a day just trample right over, she was stopped. And reading. And learning. I was walking briskly to my car and I realized that I was in no hurry. And I stopped and I looked. I didn't read any of the stuff that was written, but I just looked. And I felt like I counted, like I was a part. It was pretty rad.

Then on my way home it occurred to me that I should make things right with my cousin Blake. See, the thing is that he and I have been mad at each other for like two-and-a-half years now. I don't want to go into it, because it's really not that important, but just know that we haven't said more than thirty or so words to each other since my Sophomore year in high school. Stupid, I know. But I thought I should call him and make things right. So I called his house. And he wasn't there, so I talked to his sister and she took a message for me. And so I figured that it would just blow away.

But he called me back. And I said that I was sorry about a million times. And he apologized too. And I cried because I cry a lot. And I told him how important he was to me. And how important being family was to me. And he and I are better now. And he and I are going to hang out sometime this week. And that makes me feel so unbelievably happy. I cannot describe the relief that gives me.

My status on Facebook is "satisfied." And I really, truly am.