So, at 7:30 last night, Pepper came over. She knocked on the door, but by then I was already racing downstairs, having seen her car pull up. I'd been trying to read but tapping my toes for the past hour, since even though the last-minute sleepover {first time anyone's slept over besides family guests} still had time to make my nerves have a dance party. It wasn't actually nerve-wracking ... more of an impatience.
I threw open the door and hugged Pepper first thing. I love hugs so much. It's like immediate connection, a sign of closeness, a sign of "I love you so much and I never wanna let go." Which I did.
We went upstairs and I showed her my fortune cookie fortune collection, to which she added "on the toilet" after I finished reading each one. Trust me ... it makes everything hilarious. {"Your friends love having you around ... on the toilet." We're so mature.} Then we talked and talked and went downstairs, where we had a pomegranate-sucking contest as well as a golfish-catching-in-the-mouth contest, which obviously she won because she has to be a super vacuum* like that.
*of course, I'm only using this term because that's what society approves of. However it is my personal opinion that household vacuums are not vacuums at all, but lawnmowers in disguise. Otherwise your carpet, floor, house, etc. would've been SUCKED UP!!!!
Then we went back up to my room and she pulled out the notebook that we shared last year, which I hadn't seen since ... oh my gosh, since at least June ... Whoa!!!! We were forced to go downstairs by my parents, even though it was only about 11:50. Then we talked some more and had phone adventures and freaked out because we imagined looking out the window and seeing some random face. You imagine that, in the dark. It's not exactly fun, and we were in a basement.
Oh, and she caught a spider too. One thing I did not know about my best friend is that she likes to rescue spiders and throw them in my basement. SHE IS CRAZY! Now I'm afraid to go down there ...
Eventually we went to bed. I'm not going to put all the details here because of course, Pepper already knows what happened, and you don't need to know about how we had a hair strength contest. Which we did, incidentally.
Well, I'm rambling. I don't know if I had a point. I just wanted you all to know that last night was one of the funnest things I've done since forever. It was hilarious and silly and stupid and I felt like a five year old, trying to catch goldfish in my mouth, laughing at Pepper laughing at me laughing at her etc. ... it felt good. And I realize that, unlike the last time we had a sleepover, we didn't stay up the whole night talking about deep things.
But I know why. It's because we needed time for the shallow things. Sometimes you need a day not to think about how terrible everything's going, or to reflect on how you wish you were a clueless twelve-year-old again who fell too hard for everything but got up eventually. Sometimes you need to ... take a chill pill. But not an actual pill. Ugh, maybe I need some sleep.
Yesterday Pepper informed me that we are made of stars. Of course, this was immediately referenced to Taylor Swift's Starlight, the singer being a favorite of ours. And there's a line I love love love from that song:
He said, look at you worrying so much about things you can't change
You'll spend your whole life singin' the blues if you keep thinking that way
Okay, that was two lines. Whatever. I just ... want to tell you that if you're having a hard time, you don't always have to see a therapist. Sometimes you just have to see your best friend, and even then you don't need to spend hours talking it out and being all serious and not laughing so hard you could probably do a hundred more crunches than previously possible. All you have to do is smile a little. Laugh a little, loosen up a little, 'cause sometimes you just gotta say goodnight and know it'll all feel better in the morning.
Don't you see the starlight?
Don't you dream impossible things?
[P.S. This is one of the most discombobulated posts ever. I'm sorry.]
I threw open the door and hugged Pepper first thing. I love hugs so much. It's like immediate connection, a sign of closeness, a sign of "I love you so much and I never wanna let go." Which I did.
We went upstairs and I showed her my fortune cookie fortune collection, to which she added "on the toilet" after I finished reading each one. Trust me ... it makes everything hilarious. {"Your friends love having you around ... on the toilet." We're so mature.} Then we talked and talked and went downstairs, where we had a pomegranate-sucking contest as well as a golfish-catching-in-the-mouth contest, which obviously she won because she has to be a super vacuum* like that.
*of course, I'm only using this term because that's what society approves of. However it is my personal opinion that household vacuums are not vacuums at all, but lawnmowers in disguise. Otherwise your carpet, floor, house, etc. would've been SUCKED UP!!!!
Then we went back up to my room and she pulled out the notebook that we shared last year, which I hadn't seen since ... oh my gosh, since at least June ... Whoa!!!! We were forced to go downstairs by my parents, even though it was only about 11:50. Then we talked some more and had phone adventures and freaked out because we imagined looking out the window and seeing some random face. You imagine that, in the dark. It's not exactly fun, and we were in a basement.
Oh, and she caught a spider too. One thing I did not know about my best friend is that she likes to rescue spiders and throw them in my basement. SHE IS CRAZY! Now I'm afraid to go down there ...
Eventually we went to bed. I'm not going to put all the details here because of course, Pepper already knows what happened, and you don't need to know about how we had a hair strength contest. Which we did, incidentally.
Well, I'm rambling. I don't know if I had a point. I just wanted you all to know that last night was one of the funnest things I've done since forever. It was hilarious and silly and stupid and I felt like a five year old, trying to catch goldfish in my mouth, laughing at Pepper laughing at me laughing at her etc. ... it felt good. And I realize that, unlike the last time we had a sleepover, we didn't stay up the whole night talking about deep things.
But I know why. It's because we needed time for the shallow things. Sometimes you need a day not to think about how terrible everything's going, or to reflect on how you wish you were a clueless twelve-year-old again who fell too hard for everything but got up eventually. Sometimes you need to ... take a chill pill. But not an actual pill. Ugh, maybe I need some sleep.
Yesterday Pepper informed me that we are made of stars. Of course, this was immediately referenced to Taylor Swift's Starlight, the singer being a favorite of ours. And there's a line I love love love from that song:
He said, look at you worrying so much about things you can't change
You'll spend your whole life singin' the blues if you keep thinking that way
Okay, that was two lines. Whatever. I just ... want to tell you that if you're having a hard time, you don't always have to see a therapist. Sometimes you just have to see your best friend, and even then you don't need to spend hours talking it out and being all serious and not laughing so hard you could probably do a hundred more crunches than previously possible. All you have to do is smile a little. Laugh a little, loosen up a little, 'cause sometimes you just gotta say goodnight and know it'll all feel better in the morning.
Don't you see the starlight?
Don't you dream impossible things?
[P.S. This is one of the most discombobulated posts ever. I'm sorry.]
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