Current mood:

nostalgic

Home, Crap Home
Well Radleigh's was awesome. It sucks to be home.

I don't want to get sad from talking about things but one thing that happened that's actually interesting:

Radleigh's mom was about to come and pick us up and we were waiting outside and he saw a ball and asked if I wanted to play catch. I said yes. After a bit of it, and it was fun, he threw a ball that came right for my face. It came too fast and I couldn't catch it; it hit me in the mouth. It bled and swelled up and a little later bruised. There are two cuts inside my lip from my teeth and I still have bruising. No damage to the teeth was done, thank god.

Radleigh was soooo sorry, he was all pouty and said I should be mad at him. It was cute. I like seeing how he cares about me. Ooh, I didn't want to get sad.

The whole time, almost, was just so great; the best. There were a couple of times when I got mad and Radleigh was all frustrated from his Lego. He has to finish Lego submissions for a contest. It caused him to act different and kind of short.

He's very thoughtful, though, like how he got me sparkly ribbon for my checked baggage. :-) And he's very gentle. :-)

We had a great time. Very close friends. Bestest friends.

I'm getting sad now. The rest is for my memories.

The word of the day a few days ago, I dunno when: Unfortunate