  I wonder if anyone else has these days where everything is suddenly exactly as you wanted it to be. Robin, Leigh and I went malling, in celebration of the legalization of Leigh’s driving privileges. We went far out to Northtown, which was actually kind of nice. We bought a lot of unnecessary and unseasonable crap (tank tops in February… it just screams senseable) and saw a craptastic film, Havana Nights . More soft-core porn fun! I never really understood the appeal of Latin men until this movie. Suffice it to say that I do now. I ran into two old friends at the mall, as well. Katie and Holly; Katie I saw this summer (camp) and Holly who I haven’t seen for almost two years (camp) Hugs and cheers all around. Holly hadn’t seen me since the removal of orthodontia equipment, thus the cheers. Robin and I became eleven year olds after the movie. We like to go into really uncharacteristic stores and try on the most hideous formals we can find. I grabbed something off the “ My parents are Mormon !” rack; it had short-sleeves like a t shirt and no neck line.
The waist was under my chest and it was bright purple. Robin went for another incarnation of the same dress, only in a disgusting beige color. We laughed and laughed and Leigh didn’t get the joke. Afterwards, Leigh took me to Robin's and we jumped on her trampoline. I haven’t been on one for longer than I can remember. My cousins had one when I was in third grade, I think. They scare the shit out of me, really, because I saw a Dateline about accidental trampoline fatalities.
But it was dark out and I was shoeless and everything felt… peaceful, calm. We jumped and jumped and jumped until we could see our breath in the air and the stars were out. Then we put on our sweaters and lied down and talked about the future poetically. Thank god for a good night’s rest. Affectionately… Anna 
