Screaming is fun.

So fall back on all your premonitions
And just learn to listen
To those who have more wisdom than you

And just stop putting so much stock
In all of this stuff
Live your life for those that you love...

- "The One I'm Waiting For", Relient K

Being the mute I am most of the time, I don't get many opportunites to scream. I don't scream when I stub my toe. I didn't even scream when Poddy almost fell in the sewer that time...but then, that whole thing's a blur now...getting the shakes, must think happy thoughts... But tonight, I found myself screeching with laughter for at least an hour, which was good because every time I breathe lately, I can feel the mucus vibrating in my throat....ewww. Durned overzealous immune system...just cause it got a little chilly...

Tonight was a night of milestones. Jones spoke like only Jones can speak (enjoyed it immensely), Callis finally realized he's old (you should have seen him staring out into space, muttering "I'm 24..."), and I was actually in a pissy mood. It passed, though, mostly because it was completely unfounded. I'm back to my happy self now, yay.

Let me tell you a little story. I was in the Shack apartment, taking up coveted couch space as I always do, when Callis came to chat with me. He tells me he's taken up the martial arts, so I'm all like, "Cool!" Then he tells me he's training to be a ninja, and after that I don't believe him but I go along with it. He says the first thing he's learned is how to draw a sword from a scabbard strapped on the back, and asks me if I want to see. So, wanting to see this probably silly act for myself, I say "Yes" like an idiot.

I don't know what it was, but something in Callis' face shifted to that of one with horribly evil intentions, and I immediately knew what he was about to pull out of his backpack and I start screaming that I take it back, but no dice. Callis pulls out what I call the "replacement shirt": this white shirt with this big old nasty tomato stain on it that he had brought and thrown at me this afternoon since the other one's in my room. And he just starts attacking me with it while I scream and try to kick him. I have to admit, that was an admiringly devious plan. I was defeated fair and square. But it is just sad that you have nothing better to do with your life, Callis. I just want you to know that.

The main reason I was screeching with laughter all night (besides attacking and being attacked with nasty germy shirts) was probably because of Amy and her friend Gaby (Gabi? Gabby?), who were so outrageously hilarious. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. It did me some good to hang out with such wild people.

Let me explain the lyrics at the beginning of the post before I go. The last line, "Live your life for those that you love", reminded me of Jones' sermon (sounds weird saying that, but yeah) tonight. Jones said that we should try harder to be genuinely interested in other people, not only when they're hurting but when they're happy too. Most times it's not a big problem with me since I wuv you all so much and your lives are so much more interesting than mine, but sometimes I do find myself pasting on a smile, putting my brain on automatic nod, and zoning out. My apologies for those times. I think I'm going to count my blessings and put a few more figurative pennies in the friendship bank.

Yay for friends. And screaming out the vibrating mucus in my throat.