Today, my darling dearest was not present, meaning I had heaps of time to utilize-- alone-- during the immense gap better known as 'waiting for swim practice to start'. I wandered up to the library with every intention of doing homework, but (as I said) I was pretty burnt out and was not in the mood for geometric sequences and Lenin.
Then, And Tango Makes Three caught my eye! I had heard about it, and it was the perfect opportunity to read it. For those who don't know, And Tango Makes Three is a children's book based on the true story of two male penguins in the Central Park Zoo who fall and love and adopt an egg. They're now a happy family! It was a very sweet book, and I'm adding it to my list of books to most definitely read to my potential children of the future.
Anyways, reading that perked me up some. I still had it in me to lug the Modern World History text book over to where I was sitting, but I was in no mood to open it.
By some unfathomable force of nature, I instead did a library search for Andy Warhol. This led me to a rather good book on him, and I read the thing until the library closed. (I feel I must explain my unexplainable fascination with Andy Warhol. For reasons unbeknownst to me, I find Andy Warhol an incredibly attractive individual. I'm a sponge when it comes to him. I happen to love interesting people, and he ranks pretty high on that list.) As you might imagine, this cheered me up considerably. I plan to continue reading from where I left off at page 55 next time I come around.
Then, at long last, swimming came. I love being buoyant, and I had Walk on the Wild Side (appropriately) stuck in my head. Mellow, calm.
Four tests in three periods tomorrow (ouch!) but I think I'll do all right. I sure hope so.
I fully realize that I just related in great detail my after school affairs and that this is not prime subject matter that people readily read. But it made me happy when I needed happy. I hope you're happy, too. Happiness is a good thing. It's a good thing.
