  I wish I could say that today I am observing Veteran's Day and doing something patriotic and/or meaningful. I'm not, though. I feel legitimately bad about this. However, some days just make me feel like all is right with the world, like things are simply the way they should be. The feeling is carried over from yesterday. I have known Nicole since fifth grade. She was the new kid, I was the teacher's pet. She was into Backstreet Boys, I was at a musical-taste point between the Eagles and a future (short-lived) Nsync infatuation. We were friends, briefly, in my eleven-year-old way. Where we went to one another's houses and were scored on friendship abilities resulting from quality of the snacks we owned and compatibility of our thoughts on things like boys and Disney movies. I digress. The point is, we were friends and then we weren't and now we are again. I disliked her as recently as last year sitting "Nicole disses on me for wearing bows in my hair and liking acoustic guitar CDs, yet claims to be way into punk.
What music does she listen to you ask? The Canadian faux-punk shit" We've both grown up over the summer, it seems. She's learning the guitar now, and even asked me for some pointers. But the reasons I forever love her is because she bestowed some glorious news upon me last Friday. Ladies and gentlemen; G-Dogg has a band. A band! A fucking band! His band mates include KWNIDK (Bryce) a pot-obsessed kid from my math class last year, and some kid from another school.
Words can't convey the extent of my love for him. Perhaps a series of exclamation point and various symbols can? !!%!#(*&!@!!!!(&amp;&amp;((!!! Doesn't really work. Oh well. Last night Robin, Leigh and I saw Love, Actually . We spend such a massive amount of time at that theater. It's sad because Spokane is so boring we have nothing else to do. Unless we joined our peers in a round of bong-hits, this is as exciting as it gets while we are temporarily boyfriendless.
Affectionately... Anna PS- My review is up at Saddle Shoe reviews. Sadly, I recieved a seventy-seven precent. Though it is not the worst "grade" I have ever gotten, it certainly is a blow to the ego. 
