A deeper sense of...

Today was one of those days. One of those wonderful surprises. Like a song on the radio that is so good that you don't notice when you begin to sing along and tap on the seat and then wonder what it is called when its finished. It was a day that I know will not come often and has never come often. Like a zephyr. You never know what the fuck it is, but when it passes, you feel something. You know?

I woke up 2 o'clock in the afternoon, which is surprising because I only slept at midnight. I guess Finals week just took the best of me. Or just all of my energy. I woke up and my parents and sister were gone. My mom and sister had gone to the Navy base commisary to buy some food and my dad went to the gym. I couldn't take myself out of bed, even if I was fully awake. Sleep was still a heavy blanket.

The night before I stayed awake watching About a Boy. That Hugh Grant movie. I hate to say it, but that fool can act. I don't know, I liked it. The fact that it was based on a book that I would totally read was nice too. I made my sister watch it. She didn't like it. She won't watch anything that has "Mickey Blue Eyes" in it. Like it'll convert her or something. My parents kept making fun of their British accents. But they really couldn't duplicate it.

When they all got home we left to go shopping. We didn't go anywhere really, just McCarthy ranch for ten minutes or something, then the Great Mall. I went into that one leather place to check out the jackets, but couldn't find one. We met my aunt, uncle, and cousin there. I guess my mom told them that I won the contest because then my uncle wanted to treat us all to a movie. I really wasn't in the mood, but accepted anyway. I didn't even want them to know. I hate to sell my achievements, if you can even call it that. I like to call it luck. Lucky that I found those words. Lucky I know how to get to teachers. Lucky I like to write.

So we (my sister, my little cousin, and I) watched Just Married. They watched Catch Me If You Can and Chicago. I actually enjoyed Just Married. I thought it was a sweet Romantic-Comedy. Not quite great. But it was nice. Ashton Kutcher and Brittany Murphy have nice chemistry.

That basically sums up my whole day. Except when we got home it was funny. Sometimes I think my home can be an episode to Leave It To Beaver or something, only with brown-skinned people, because we just click like that. My parents could click. My sister and I could click with them, and its just like an episode of some show with a classic nuclear family. Except my dad cusses. My sister whines. I sing. My mom makes fun of my dad's balding head. But its funny.

When I got to the computer I listened to the Emo music that I downloaded last night. I didn't get a chance to listen to it right when I downloaded it. Its not the poppy-Emo. Its the emocore. The sad, sad emo. As I listened, I thought that I should drive to that music because that's how it seemed it should be. It seems that someone should be driving to that song right now. And there should be a camera on his or her face. And it should zoom in on his or her eyes. And maybe we might see a glint of sadness or a sparkle of nostalgia or fondness. Then I thought that it should be rainy where this person was driving. That they should be driving away from something, or someone. That this song that only lasted those few minutes could encompass so much. That it could stand for a world of feelings. For a world of people. Someone should drive to that song. My effort at being profound for the night. Thank you ladies and gents.

Today was such an odd day. So odd. Like when mom and dad can pick you up from school and you can go out with them after and do something that's family-oriented for once. Or when you see someone you haven't seen in years and just talk about the past. Or when you know something is going to end and all you can think about is that you don't want it to end. When you are leaving. When you're gone. When its over.