Six Hours with Joseph

Greetings.


As you may have guessed from the title, I had a magnificent day. 1) Today was the last day of school (hums Alice Cooper's "School's Out" for a few bars). I missed 3 on my History final, giving me a 94 on the final, but I don't care. I had the highest grade in the class even if I got an F. Spanish was easy. I'm going to miss Señor de Soto over the summer, but I'll have him for Spanish 4AP next year. And guess what? All of my friends @ school are taking AP classes next year. Joseph is taking English 12AP with me, Bennie is taking AP Psych, Joss is taking AP Calculus (I know, is she crazy?), Claire, I think is taking some sort of AP class, I'll have to check, and Emma, Lucky, and Pete are taking an assortment of these plus AP Gov/Econ and AP Bio. Sheesh...

2) I spent six hours with Joseph. I helped clean out his mother's classroom (she teaches fifth grade at Journey Boarding School, an über exclusive private school about ten miles away from where I live. It's very swanky.) and I used Kermit's fabulous storage space to cart around the heavy stuff. Then we returned to his house and we played video games and watched INVADER ZIM. (Seriously, I think those guys were really high when they wrote it.) The best part: we were all alone in his room. And he's taking it... easier? I don't know, but he seemed more open than usual, praise God. Then Mr. M, Mrs. M, Joseph, and I all went to IHOP and then Target. Tomorrow (well, today now...) I'm going back over there to watch ALICE IN WONDERLAND with the three of them plus Jasper. And, as an added bonus, I had a piece of cake from Jackson's. To. Die. For.

Could my day get any better? The answer is no.


Hugz
HM
P.S. Keep my cousin Ginger in your prayers. I am worried about her but I can't say anything about it on here...

Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy (la la la la la la la!!)

Greetings.

(Sing-song voice) Guess who came home yesterday! And guess who I just saw today! (end sing-song voice) WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Joseph came home!! I am sooooooooooo psyched!
And another thing, I just came back from Joseph's house. We hung out for a little while, watched INVADER ZIM (Weirdest. Show. EVER. Seriously, what's with all the pigs? And the one syllable names? Gaz, Dib, Zim, Keef, Gir... oy vey!!), played "Super Smash Bros. Melee", and hit each other in the head. I now have a dent on my forehead, thank you very much, Joseph. Also, he gave me my souvenirs: a necklace made of seashells (the cliché of Hawaiian souvenirs), a little bear with a hula skirt and "fiery" torches, and a GORGEOUS gold chain with a gold (probably not REAL gold) pineapple. (big anime eyes) So pwetty... ooooh...
I've been wondering, what do people do for Easter? The tradition in our family is very simple: Dad, Bev, Bentley, Nana, Gramps, and I go to the Double Tree Hotel for breakfast. Sometimes we're joined by my Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, and my cousins Josie and Jeremy. After breakfast, we go back to Nana and Gramps's place and do (oy) an Easter Egg Hunt. (Mind you, I am almost seventeen and Bentley is almost fourteen. It's more acceptable for Jeremy, 9, and Josie, 5, but not two almost adults.) There are two types of eggs: edible dyed ones and the hollow plastic ones with LOTS of money in them. After the hunt, Nana and Gramps give us our BIG Easter baskets stuffed with lots of fabulous goodies!
Sigh... I love Easter...
Mind you, I do try to keep in mind WHY we celebrate it. I always read my Bible the day of and I pray and everything... I'm not a SUPER religious person. I'm a Christian and I love Him and everything. I just don't go to church. (I went to private school for nine years. SHUDDER.) Which is why I always feel REALLY guilty during Easter and Christmas. So, I shall apologize to the Big Guy Upstairs for the whole world to see:
I'm sorry I am not as religious as I probably ought to be.

Hugz (and Easter prayers)
HM