wonderful

philosophy's been making me think a lot about how words work. take wonderful, for example. full of wonder, full of awe, full of mystery, but we find wonderful things beautiful, amazing, lovely, almost as if we're thanking divinity for them.

this weekend was wonderful. at home, it was meh, my family's great, but i did hours of college stuff and piano practice and chores so i could go out, but it was soooooo worth it.

friday: party at gen's house, as always, just me, gen, juliet, jones, jordan, and calvin (juliet's brother), wii, and futurama, and it was waaaaaay more fun than i thought. we talked to jones about his love life, got him on the right track, juliet closed her eyes for a bit, and i once more got to see wat an angel looks like when she sleeps.

saturday: short time at juliet's, playing wii with calvin and sarah, some pretty good pizza, just nice atmosphere. then laura's expectedly awkward party, benihana (free food!!) pictures where my head looked big and awkward (i'll live =P) and some epic model walking. finally, laura's roof, which had the most amazing view. im not one to kiss and tell, but it was by far the most breathtaking experience of my life. the wind, the cold night air, knowing how far above the world we were, holding each other so tight, it was...perfect.

sunday: jesse's party, more delicious free food, more good friends, a semi-footrace (which i won =]) gooooood leftovers, and the most romantic wait for a bus i can remember. =]

finally, ahh, the most incredible goodbye, which left me unaware of my body, my feet feeling strange to be walking on the ground again. i guess that's wat happens when an angel takes u up to heaven for a spell =].