Boring day that turned out to be really awesome

On reason, it's Saturday. Should be 'nuff said, should you wish me to elaborate? Wish granted.
This day started out so boring and so annoying and so awful I just wanted to go to bed. I was just so tired. But that tired part may be because I got up at 6:45, and had to get ready for a test that I shouldn't have to take until I go to yea' high. You got it, the SAT. That dumb test is 5 hours long, can you believe it? And I was voluntarily doing it for the 2nd time! Well almost voluntarily.
So I was waking up, and doing all of that stuff, eating some Cream Of Wheat and orange slices to boost my thinking power and all that stuff. I was ready, by 7:30ish. Had to be there 7:45ish. test starts by 8:15ish, ends by 1:15ish. We walked into the testing room, me and myself, and I knew that walking into this room was like making a pledge NOT to talk for the next 5 hours. Golly, do you know how HARD that is for me? Then I felt really tired, like my eyes might glue shut if I dared to close them. That was about section 4. There were 10 sections, and just like last year, that clock became my best friend, I stared at it and stared at it, willing it to go faster, but instead, challenging me, it only went slower. I was in the SAME room, only two seats away from the exact spot I sat in last year. But not the same supervisor guy, thank god. He was freaking me out last year. The kids next to me, and diagonally from me had the SNIFFLES. I had them too, but they weren't as bad as theirs. The kid next to me, had awful sniffles, the loud kind, that sound totally nasty, and where you can't stop, because it's going to leak right out your nose. The girl diagonally from me, had sniffles like me, only more severe. WAY more severe. I had them, bad kind of. In one nostril which is incredibly annoying. So for the next 5 hours I slowly got more and more bored, and more and more tired of the silence. I wanted so badly to stand up and yell at the top of my lungs. I was getting tired of this. Finally we finished section 10, and I was standing up to leave, when she made us all sit back down and read this speech about not sharing any of the test questions over text and email and stuff, and then she said please leave the room quietly. We did not. There was an explosion of talking, people talking to people they knew, didn't know, sorta knew, just to talk. We were so tired of the silence. We weren't even allowed to talk during breaks, we just all sat in the hall way staring awkwardly at one another eating out snacks. When we got downstairs I realized that I had to pee very badly. So we went on a search for the bathroom, we finally found one, but Brianna and this other 7th grader Emma ditched me. So I was in the bathroom all by myself.
Then my mom and I ran home real quick, and then my day really started to pick up, and became more awesome.

We kicked it off by going to my mom's and I's favorite restaurant. Cancun, the best mexican place on the face of the earth. And we talked, and I told mom about the test and everything I had endured while we waited for food. And for a few minutes she looked at me curiously, then slowly as I continued to talk did the look she was giving me turn into a smile. I still kept on talking. When I finally stopped she started to shake with a little bit of laughter. So I started to laugh too, and just said "What?" And she looked at me, and I already knew. It was my 'likes.' I say that word WAY too often. It's just when I talk, I will be saying something, and when I get to the part where people in the story I'm telling say something it always goes like this.
"I was like oh guys, come on don't be like that. And she was like, no I'm gonna be that way. And then KIRSTEN was like dude's, knock it off." This is totally fake by the way, because Kirsten does NOT under any circumstances say DUDE.
But you see? I have a problem. So for the rest of the day it became a challenge. Me, not to say like. Only in the necessary terms can I say it. I made this goal for myself, my mom didn't really care.
So we got our food, and I just looked at it, I wanted to dig right in, but the man had said it was hot. So I just looked at, and looked at it. Until finally I couldn't take it anymore, I picked up my taco plate and scooped all the cheese that had fallen out of it, and put it in my mexican rice. I mixed it together making the cheese melt into the rice, and then it wouldn't come off my fork. Usually I save the rice for last, so I didn't want to do this, but I did, I ATE the rice off the fork. Inside me I just bubbled with total delight, it was delicious like usual, but after this test it just seemed like pure heaven.
I took one smaller bite, and then I couldn't even help it anymore. I stood up and got on the table, and with fork still in hand I yelled "I LOVE THIS PLACE!" And everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
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Yeah, ok so maybe that didn't happen. But I still clutched the fork and said "I love this place!" Super half loud and half quiet, just like that, enough so my mom could give me a weird look. I finished my burrito and taco and mexican rice, and then to kick it up ANOTHER notch we went to ANOTHER one of my favorite places on the face of the earth. THE BOOK STORE. Maybe they would have my Artemis Fowl the graphic novel: Arctic Incident. Maybe I would FINALLY get to read it.
We pulled in, and one of the first people we saw was Gus's mom. Gus was this kid that went to school with us until about 4th grade, he was one of those kids that love legos. He made this whole super dog kingdom out of legos and with lego dogs. It was pretty awesome, and we were all pretty sad when he left, he was EVERYONE'S friend.
But that aside we saw his mom and my mom chatted her up for a few seconds before she had to be on her way working in that book store. I was walking around, and I saw the graphic novels, and I started looking frantically. Really, I didn't see any graphic novels of any books that I liked. Mostly it was all manga series stuff. Even though the wall behind me was totally dedicated to manga, I guess they had to fill the graphic novel shelf with a whole bunch of manga series that no one's ever heard about and not fill it up with things that matter. My mom and I looked for a little while, and then we gave up and I said if I wanted it that bad I could just order it online. My mom went to go see if there was a place to chilax and read the books we had picked out later. So I poked around the comic book section, and found some hilarious comics that reminded me of Hyperbole and a Half's drawings. Only with 400 pages. And then they had a volume 2. I seriously considered getting them, but then I knew that I could find them all online, because the truth is, I can. So then I looked in the 'Teen Reading's' section. But I didn't know what I was in the mood to read. Nothing sappy, I was tired of sappy things. I wanted something funny, I think. Or something that was just awesome. I will read everything usually. But this day I was feeling particularly pickly. Woah, I mean picky, but that just looks too funny to take out of there. So I was feeling picky, the kind of picky where your hungry, and you don't want lets say, macaroni and cheese, and your parents ask you what you want, and you don't know. And then you feel that slightly panicked feeling, because you don't know, and you're making everybody look at you, and wait on you and pressure you. That was how I felt at the book store. My mom had found the book she was getting before we even got all the way in the store, so she was waiting on a bench to go see if the free spots she had seen were still open when I was done. But the only things I really saw, were sappy vampire things, people that were copying Twilight or being copied BY Twilight, vampires here, or ghosts here. I didn't WANT that. I wanted something real, I wanted something realistic that could happen in real life. I was TIRED of hearing about vampires and zombies and werewolves and that stuff. Today I wanted something real. Frustrated because everywhere I turned there were sweet covers with sappy romantic stuff on them, or then I would turn and see a book like Marked, or this one guy with a hoodie on with a vampire smiley face on his shirt or something. And I just wanted to yell WHAT IS WITH VAMPIRE ROMANCE?!?!? But I couldn't because of course, it was a book store, you can't do that.
I finally saw a slightly compelling title, The Book Thief. It's about this girl in 1939 in Germany who goes around stealing books, even though she can't really read all that well. And I thought, yes, this might do. Then I looked around some more, peering at certain titles that looked good but turned out to be some freak stuff. I almost went for another book that only had SOME romance in it, but then went back to the Book thief. It was calling me or something. I just kept wandering back, reading and re-reading the blurb. When finally I said yup, and went to go find my mom. We flopped down in some worn plush orange chairs in front of a HUGE shelf of Shakespeare stuff, right near the window. And I read the strange beginning of The Book Thief, and my mom read the odd bits of history trivia that was completely useless to anyone.
After a half hour of this, we got up to leave.
We got home and then flopped down on the couch. Me in my usual spot the far right corner of the couch, and my mom in her spot, the center. I grabbed Gone. The book I needed to finish skimming so I could super skim Hunger and then move onto Lies. It was only going to be an hour or so, and then we were going to get work done. So tell me why I only got up a handful of times? To use the bathroom, get my waterbottle, blow my nose, check my stuff on the computer, in the last ohhhh about 5 hours? It's because I want to finish Gone. I finished it, and went hunting for Hunger. Dude, it's gone. Not on my top bunk and not anywhere that I was pretty sure I left it. So my mom proposed that I just start Lies. Which is what I'm itching to do so I can read Lies, and then Matched, and then The Book Thief. And then just take a break. I need to take a break, my book pile has been growing increasingly, never getting smaller, all last year and this year, it's been a nice steady stream of at least 4 books. That's me, always reading some book. So I think I will take a week break maybe? And then I will start up again, and I can go to the library and just LOOK. Just LOOK for a book, not thinking about a certain book I would rather be reading, or shamefully walking the shelves not really looking because I know I shouldn't be looking, because I should really give Hannah her book back, and because I still have a massive pile of books back home I still have to read. And then looking up and seeing a title jumping out at me, so like the reader I am I just have to grab it and know what it's about, or it will torture me. And then I decide I like it, and then want to check it out. And thinking I've already broke my promise to myself I look for more. Just ONE more, and so I stalk the one measly shelf they give the Young Adults at the library, looking for more. And after 10 minutes I find two that I want to take along with the one. Poof, adding 3 more books to my already out of hand pile.
So as you can tell, I need a break. And I will take it.
This is why today was totally amazing, and I want to wrap up this post so I can dig into Lies, and then Matched, and then The Book Thief. *sigh.* Here I go.
Delaney