That cursed yellow #5

So, I always feel so stupid when I talk to certain people.
Because they're a lot smarter than me.
And then with other people I talk to, I feel like a master genius.
My cousin, Chad, is one of the people that make me feel so dumb.
If he reads this, he's going to shake his finger at me and say "You are not dumb, child, stop saying that." or something around those lines.
"It's ignorance not dumbness."

Chad reminds me a lot of Zac.
Certain things Chad says sounds a lot like Zac.
I can just see Zac whenever Chad says those things.
Like yesterday when we were talking about Mello Yello.
Speaking of Mello Yello, I fail at life.
I bought a bottle of Mello Yello yesterday.
I took it out of the Coca-Cola fridge at Wal-Mart, put it on the check-out counter, put it back in the fridge, took it back out, put it back. And then at the very last second, took it back out and bought it.
Last night, I realized I shouldn't have bought it.
After only just a few sips, I found my mood crashing to the ground.
Chad, if you are reading this, I believe the Mello Yello is the reason the mood of the conversation went to Mexico.

Also, I'm addicted to writing. Letters and whatnot. If you want to be a supporter of this addiction, just give me your address.

I am currently in a room full of sleeping children.
Thank you, Lord.
I'm so happy they're all finally quiet and still.
Today has not been a good day for me.
I was hoping to be able to still have my class, even with a teacher out.
But no.
I tried to make the best of it, but they're all so wild and bee aye dea.
Thankfully they're all asleep.
An hour and a half left to go of nap time.
I hope they all stay asleep til then.
A break is so needed.

I got on the scale this morning and SCORE.
Finally got off that one, stupid, number I've been stuck on all month.
I've lost three pounds.
Which all together, this year, makes 18 pounds.
To reach my first goal, I just need to lose 25 more.

If anyone wants to buy me new shoes, I would forever be grateful.
I have almost completely worn out my one pair of shoes.
I wear a size 9 1/2 ;D

Anyway.
I set off Zac's birthday balloon today.
Even though his birthday was Saturday.
It was actually hard for me.
I didn't think it would be hard.
But it was.
I guess I thought, deep down, that my letting go of the balloon symbolized me letting go of him.
That's not what it was supposed to be for.
It was just a birthday card-type thing.
But as soon as I let it go, I wanted to grab it back and just keep it.
But it already was way too far up for me to grab.
It was gone in almost an instant.
I felt pretty empty after that.
Until the kids got me to shoot some hoops.
I'm not that terrible at free throws.
But dribbling is hard.
Especially on pea-gravel.

So much for no internet and phone for a whole month, huh?
Yeah, I know.
But hey, before you fuss at me for failing, I'd like to see you try it.