dancingyel | the worst kind of bruises are the invisible kind

had a lovely, wonderful day, despite the rain and the fact that i was still slightly sniffly from yesterday. the loveliness began when i was woken up at about 10am by a phone call from nikki. i was so happy to hear from her, i wasn't even mad that she woke me up...i mean, how can you be mad at someone who you haven't seen or talked to in forever, and who you're visiting in 2(!) days? as cindy put it, nik should feel honored...hehe...right. then, sam came over a little after noon and we hung out...got a new years tree (a little early since i'll be gone later), watched the extended version of FOTR (8th time for me; 3rd of the extended one), got ice cream at marco polo (greeen tea! hooray!) and just generally had a good time. it was tres nice to see him again...we haven't seen each other for two and a half months, so it was about time. makes me wonder how crazy i'll get when i see nikki, since i haven't seen her for like half a year...i guess i'll find out soon! but yeah...came away from today with some thoughts to write down in a private entry since i forgot my real journal at ucsd (shows how much i really write in it), even more random observations on FOTR, and an invisible but rather painful bruise on my arm. i guess it's not really a bruise if i can't see it, but it really hurts like a bruise would, so that's what i'm calling it. i suppose that's what i get for getting into tickle fights with someone who's a foot taller and plenty stronger than me...and i still maintain that i DO NOT like to be tickled...i just like to play. yes.

well, off to bed now...brunch with my mom and cindy tomorrow, and then i need to pack! good night!

p.s. the whole thing with "you can never go back" doesn't have to be true. sometimes you can, and it's wonderful.

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