She mouthed to me, across the couch, something which I believe to be untrue. But maybe I mis-lip read. Or maybe I misinterpreted. Or maybe I'm just feel really alone much of the time, and she's not used to seeing that.
Truth is, last night I was at that point where I could decide to be loud and silly (different from usual? not really) or to be perfectly composed and tuck everyone into bed. Ninety nine percent of the time, I choose the latter, so last night � after a long and stressful day topping off a long and stressful week � I chose the former. I had fun, even though that meant relinquishing a little bit of control. I don't usually do that. Maybe that's the "weird vibe" we're talking about.
How sad. People get a "weird vibe" from me when I actually let my breath out, let go of the reins, and behave like a normal nineteen year old whose job isn't holding together the fabric of her universe.
Why doesn�t the word �weird� follow the �i before e� rule?
To finish it up, a quote from Paul:
Paul: when I eat a bagel, I will think of you