Today: 

I went to Comet Pond in the morning with my cousin. We entered the water in two ways: 1) Jumping off a high diving board into an area of questionable depth 2) Using a rope swing of questionable strength.

Later, I went to Lanny's graduation party, where I played volleyball and didn't get too competitive. I would credit this to maturing, but it was probably because I was on the winning team.  

Then, we drove to Jen's graduation party at the Sandwich Co., where I saw Kate Sheridan (Hi Kate! You said you read my blog, so this is a shoutout. Via blog). 

Afterwards, we drove to the Dawson Rec playground. We all took turns trying to run in a straight line after spinning on this spinning-thing. We also rode those weird kiddy-car-on-a-giant-spring things. And I failed at climbing up the tube-slide-thing. What the hell do you call things on a playground, toys? Rides? Fun-makers?

We left the playground, and after wasting an hour driving to Barnes & Noble (we arrived at 8:56, they close at 9), we decided the best way to spend our time was to lay on blankets in Lanny's yard. I enjoyed this, except when a) body parts were exposed to the cold air because my blanket was so goddamned inadequate and b)I wasn't allowed to move, because I was acting as a pillow. 

In retrospect, this was a fun, albeit unproductive, day. Wait, it wasn't unproductive! I was with friends.

Happening right now: I still feel nauseous from the spinning-thing.