Yesterday, today, tomorrow (and parenthetical statements).

Yesterday I went to the mall with the clan minus Bambi, who had to go back to school early for band camp. I even dressed up a little. Like usual I didn't buy anything. Except for a cinnamon bun from Cinnabon. I always seem to spend money on food. And I almost bought Paper Towns because they actually had it but I couldn't bring myself to spend $17.99, so I think I'll just wait for the paperback. I also wanted to buy sunglasses, and since I was wearing my contacts I could try them on for once, but I didn't find the perfect pair. Claire's had a lot of glasses, even fake clear ones with no prescription, and one pair especially reminded me of classic nerfighter glasses. I really like glasses. I am just not one to think I can pull them off if they are too out there.

But when we were pretty much done looking around, we sat in one of the loungy areas and just talked. Mostly about boys and about Bambi. We all feel like she is more distant from us lately, but we don't want to turn in into a repeat of the Priscilla situation and build it up in our heads to be more than it is. Let's face it--she has more friends than us and a more serious boyfriend. But we also know that she is good at hiding things and making us believe there is nothing wrong. So maybe there is nothing wrong.

Later, I watched a bit of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" hosted for a limited time by Regis Philbin like old times. When I was in fourth grade my whole family used to gather around and watch that show together, and that's how we found out I needed glasses. I had always kind of secretly wanted glasses. And I thought it would be cool to have a retainer. That in itself should showcase my nerdiness. But I couldn't read the questions when everyone else could, so my parents took me in to get my eyes checked and I got my first pair of glasses. Oh the nostalgia.

Partway through the show, a magnificient storm started, kind of like the one earlier in the summer. I watched it through the window while my mom worried that a chair or something would fly through and blow up the house in my face. Thunderstorms are really fascinating and beautiful in a somewhat twisted way. Even my blog layout has to do with a thunderstorm. I seem to be drawn to water. I mean, swimming, rowing, and this might be stretching it--ice skating (frozen water!) Water is so simple yet so amazing. Speaking of swimming, I should do that sometime. And I want to go to the zoo.

Today I went to the doctor's to get a Hepatitis shot (2 of 3, I think), and I ended up getting a whole checkup where they weighed me (my brother and I weigh the same!) and checked my height, they pricked my finger, which still hurts a tiny bit, I had to pee in a cup and as usual they told me I need to drink more water (ironic how I like water, but not drinking it), and my arm is sore from the shot, which has a Snoopy band-aid on it. Of course, there was lots of waiting in the room for the doctor, so I passed the time by doing the picture search in the Highlights magazine like I did when I was a young'un. Then I stole two suckers when we were done.

Tomorrow I am going to a Nickelback concert. Not my favorite band in the world (*is still resentful of missing DCFC*) but I am still excited about it. Maybe I will dress up again and wear some old earrings that I went through and organized earlier.

Song of the day: Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls--Flash Bang Done
(although I am listening to Regina Spektor's myspace at the moment and I may just have to stay up later than I planned so I can listen to the whole thing.)