Imaginary ordinary.

I'm really, really glad that I'm not a part of the 99.9% of Simi Valley High School that attends the football games every Friday night. My Friday's are so much better without a crowd of people I see everyday at school, surrounding me and acting like they normally wouldn't. It's so nice to get away from those people and enjoy the nice company of my best friends in a little venue, with music and fun filling the air. Walking around the edges of the football field trying to find people to talk to, cannot compare to these nights in any way. Then, coming home and discussing the night with Maddi is the best part about it. Repeating the amazing things that happened, over and over again. Curling up on the couch, or den floor, wrapped in a blanket that barely covers my feet when I pull it up to my shoulders. Watching the first five minutes of a movie that would only be good if you were in one of those moods when you feel like watching a boring movie. Almost falling asleep, then realizing you have so much to tell eachother, that it wakes you right up again. Then, you lay there, and talk for a long time about life, and how thankful we are for eachother. About what we'd say if we had seen a picture of that very moment several years previously. What would we think? Would we be happy? Disappointed? Realizing how funny life is, and how amazingly perfect everything worked out which put you in that situation in the first place. Those are the nights I live for, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Saturday mornings, pizza or pasta for breakfast, usually left over from the night before. Then a nice, luke warm cup of coffee and the adding of honey, cream, brown sugar, and equal makes it beyond perfect. Microwave, then iced, one sip at a time until it's finished and I realize how good that cup of coffee was and how I'll never have another one like it in a long time.
Maddi showering, getting picked up early. Then, that's when "family night" begins. Missing Revive's house show is not going to be worth it. My family just ends up sitting in different rooms watching TV. But, not this time. I'm sure my parent's are in a new phase. The City Walk phase. It came right after the Chi-Chi's phase. And a few phases after the Mexican-themed party phase, and the Buffalo Wing phase. I enjoy these, until I realize how sick I become of the Mexican-themed parties and Buffalo Wings, or the dinners at Chi-Chi's, and finally the midnight movies at City Walk.
Spending the night at home, in my own bed, nobody else there but me on this Saturday night. I don't really understand why that happens. Maddi's not busy, neither am I, so why aren't we having a sleepover?


Maddi reading my blogs with me, makes me extremely uncomfortable.