The ten best things about last week

                I always try to think up ten good things about every day.  Sometimes, one day is harder than others.  I can list more than one day in the past month that has only had a few "best" things.  So, since last week was not the best week of my life (my sister had surgery and was in the hospital), I'm coming up with the ten best things for the week.  Coming up with seventy things would just be way too much effort.  Not to mention time:  I wouldn't have enough time for writing about seventy things.  Well, here I go. 

                (BTW, they aren't in any particular order, these things were all awesome.) 

                One:  A sleepover with a friend.  When my house feels empty and my room feels colder than usual, the only thing to do is take back the words I said earlier about wanting to stay home and go to a friend's house.  It was even more terrific because we ate pancakes for breakfast and made up stupid Harry Potter fan-fiction where we were best friends with the main characters. 

                Two:  Staying up until twelve A.M. playing Rocksmith with my dad.  Even though I didn't know or like many of the songs, it was still fun to avoid sleeping for a few extra hours.  You might be scratching your head and asking why I wanted to avoid sleeping, here's why:  Judging by the dreams I've been having lately, lying in my bed wide awake until one thirty is still a better bet than sleeping.  (Also, realizing that if I just lived with my dad I would probably do this way more often.) 

                Three:  This might seem a little strange to be in the top ten things for this week, but I'm putting it in anyway.  Wearing my old horse-riding boots with brightly colored skinny jeans.  I also wore my Harry Potter themed necklace that says "I solemnly swear I am up to no good" until it broke.  I'm happy to say that I super-glued it earlier today and it's not going to break anytime soon.  Actually, it probably won't break in the same place ever again.  Even if the world ended in a fiery ball of flame, that bit of superglue and necklace would float through space for the rest of time. 

                Four:  Quoting my favorite books without anyone noticing.  This was much better than just quoting Fred and George (Harry Potter) without anyone noticing.  No one seemed to notice that I kept saying "All will be well" whenever I got nervous.  Actually, I tried to act like I wasn't nervous at all, so people might have not seen a connection.  Oh well.  I still loved quoting books.  (The quote is from Reckless by Cornelia Funke, by the way.) 

                Five:  Listening to Lorde in the car on the way to and from everywhere I went.  Seriously, that's one of the best things I've done all week.  I will never get tired of that CD. 

                Six:  Listing in my head all of the reasons one of my favorite book characters from one of my favorite books would not be a jerk in real life, but only saying one of them out loud.  I thought of a lot of reasons why that person wouldn't be a jerk in real life, one of them was that I've quoted them a million times over the past week, and the quotes all go perfectly with my personality and how I was feeling.  And I had dreams that I went through my bathroom mirror and ended up in a mirror world, so you can see how much this book has stuck in my brain.  (If you can't guess the book, look at my top ten books so far this year post.  It's my favorite.)

                (Getting harder to think of things to add to the list...)

                Seven:  Having a friend ask when I'm going to make my next blog post because she likes reading my blog.  That was AWESOME and it totally made my day.  This is that blog post I promised. 

                Eight:  Thinking about really weird stuff.  Here's an example:  "No matter how weird and irritating my life gets, there will still be a dachshund eating its own poo."  And another example:  "All soap-operas are the same.  Someone works for the police, someone breaks up with someone else, somebody starts dating someone else, and someone orders take-out.  I shouldn't even get started on the names!  Someone's always named Victoria, Ashley, or Emily."  These are just some of my weird thoughts.  Maybe that will be my next blog post...

                Nine:  Sleeping as late as I could without anyone freaking out.  That prepared me for Sunday morning when I was forced to get up at seven thirty. 

                Ten:  Looking for the attachment thing for the food processor with my dad for thirteen minutes and then finding that in was the cabinet we had both looked in many times.  Then eating the tofu and potato scramble we made.  Might not sound that fun, but it was really funny because we had looked in the cabinet about five times each and didn't see it. 

                So I guess, by some standards, I've had a boring week.  By other standards I've had a thrilling week and I should sleep late for the rest of it because I need the rest.  By my standards, I'm completely willing to sleep late for the rest of the week. 

BONUS THING!!!

Five things I learned last week:

                One:  I really don't like parking garages. 

                Two:  The Maze Runner is much better when I try to read it the third time. 

                Three:  I don't like the city, either. 

                Four:  I can balance two Hershey's kisses on my nose.    

                And finally, five:  My cat, Crookshanks, can eat really quickly.  It's almost unreal how fast he can eat.  And how fast he can barf it all back up.  Repeat.