Quite a number of monumental events have occured in the past few weeks.
Monumental event #1: Brighton Beach Memoirs opened and closed. It was a fantastic show; the last one in high school that I will take completely seriously.
Monumental event #2: I joined the Water Polo team. Enough said there.
Monumental event #3 is just too big to type for the likely reason that the keyboard might just spontaneously combust. Perhaps I shall enlighten at a later time.
So...today I colored Easter eggs so gorgeously, but honestly...overall it hasn't been a particularly gorgeous day. To add icing on the cake of yearning and constantly different wavelengths, it snowed three inches. Correction-- is currently snowing three inches. Just as soon as the grass turned green again and the sun shone bright again. It won't stay long, but I'm so sick of white.
Not a day to beg for pity, but just a discontent-existence day. That's all it is, so don't cry for me, Argentina.
But you know what? It's looking up already. Pancakes for supper. :]