Lent, Day 20.

8:30: My alarm goes off. I press snooze and tuck myself into Harry and go back to sleep.

8:35: Damn you alarm! I'm up I'm up. Harry wakes up and puts his arms around me, and then we kiss, and then it's all downhill from there and next thing you know...

9:00: What happened to the past 25 minutes? I have to get up and make coffee and shower, I look like poo. I make coffee for myself and Harry and we wake up at the kitchen table reading TFLN together. There are some funny fucking texts on that site. Some are plain wrong through, just mean, or sad, or both. Ex:
"He started fingering my stomach rolls. Am I really that fat?" Yikes.

9:10: He leaves so I can shower and I quickly get ready for accounting.

10:02: I have been late to accounting for the last four classes, I think. I don't want Knight to think less of me! We're both wearing lime green t-shirts, and he got a haircut, so that cheers me up.

10:30: Knowing Harry's in the same room but I'm not sitting next to him is sort of funny. It's become this big joke that outside of the classroom we're free to do whatever but in accounting it's strictly school (yeah right) so he sits in the back and I sit in the second row. Same seat. He always tells me I look miserable in class, but I'm usually just tired. I actually love accounting, as I've explained a hundred times to you. Who is "you" by the way? I wonder if anyone will/has read this.

10:45: As much as I love accounting, I hate when teachers look at the clock with four minutes to spare and say "Well folks we still have a few minutes left so let's try to squeeze another problem in." No! Four minutes is not enough time to get quality information, just enough to rush through a problem by you telling us what the answers are! When the hell is our second test? I feel like it's been a while since the first one.

11:00: I arrive in Media class with my Sailor Cher documentary and storyboard in hand. Today is just a day to work on In Design projects, so I get to work.

11:40: I was on yearbook in high school, on the business side of it (meaning advertising the book and keeping track of the money), so I never really used In Design to make spreads but I was aware it existed. I'm also decent with computers so I figured this would be my forte.

12:10: I bring Wysocki over to ask him a question and he is immediately confused. "What are you doing?" "I'm trying to make the chart look like theirs but my spacing is off and I can't figure out why." "Are you seriously that far ahead already?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Holy cow. You're seriously so far ahead of the class it's unbelievable." Of course I get snide remarks from the row behind me; "Yeah Sara, you're unbelievableeeee." I hate that. I hate that I do my work at my own pace and get shit for it. I'm sorry if I ruined the curve for the accounting test. I'm sorry if I'm three pages ahead of you on the In Design brochure. I'm sorry you can't stop picking on me for one second in order for you to work on your own shit. Honestly one of my biggest pet peeves.

12:40: I run across a little glitch in the program, because IDCS2 and IDCS4 are different in very minor ways, but sometimes the instructions for CS2 don't coincide. The teacher isn't quite sure what the problem is, so he says I can go and he'll work on it and show me how to do it Monday. Whatevs.

1:30: Jenny, JP and Harry come over for tennis. Paige wants to come along and get some sun but isn't in the mood to play. She's wearing this new dress from Marshall's and it's MAD cute, seriously. So pretty, so springy. I grab my 8-year-old-$15-WalMart-duct-tape-grip tennis racket and we leave for the courts.

1:38: Harry snatches my racket from me in disbelief. "Is this duct tape!?" "Yes." "OH MY GOD, most ghetto racket I've ever seen in my life. Oh my God." I told him if he had another racket I could use he could smash that one. Harry doesn't have anger issues or anything, but he gets very frustrated during matches and always has urges to hit his racket on the ground, but can't because he needs it to finish the match. I told him to get it all out and just beat the shit out of my racket, because he said he had two in the back locker room for me to use.

1:39: He went to town with it against the net pole. He turned it's 0-shape into an 8-shape in 30 seconds flat. I decide I like the racket better this way and we decide to keep it.

1:45: Jenny and JP versus Harry and I. Harry says I'm not as bad as he thought I was going to be, but he still laughed mercilessly at me. I probably did look pretty dumb. He apologizes and says he's pretty impressed, seriously.

2:20: Jenny and I play singles against each other.

2:45: Harry and I play singles against each other.

3:00: Jenny, JP, Harry and I play touch, which is really hard for me because I'm so used to smashing the shit out of the ball in racquetball.

3:04: Jenny and JP leave.

3:05: Paige takes my keys and leaves because she says she's bored. I wouldn't want to be the third wheel either, so I tell her I'll see her at home soon.

3:06: Harry says I have to teach him the accounting homework, and I said only if he taught me how to play tennis, so we have a mini-lesson. He helped me adjust my forehand but my backhand still needs a lot of work. My serves are okay but they're rarely in the box and easily hit. It's such a hard adjustment from racquetball to tennis! But it's a beautiful day and I'm having a lot of fun, and actually learning. He was pretty patient, but I don't know why I was surprised.

5:00: Showered, I need to repaint my nails. I don't know why they've been chipping so horrendously! They're thin and brittle and cracked and I used to have such pretty long nails, I really can't figure it out. My diet hasn't changed tremendously. If anything, I'm eating much better.

5:30: Harry comes over because he left his phone charging on my computer and he feels naked without it. Also, his mom has called twice.

6:30: Paige is at the gym and Harry tells me to come over, so I start to walk over. The Almeria boys are playing Wanker, as usual. It's when you form a circle and kick/bump/pass/head the ball to each other, and whoever fucks it up gets a W, then an A, etc, and whoever gets Wanker first has to go to the front stoop, bend over, and let everyone kick the soccer ball as hard as they can at their ass. If someone misses the target, they have to go join them on the stoop and also become a target. Boys.

6:45: I get to Harry's to find Elio, Dave and Gino hanging out in Harry's room watching TV. This is my first encounter with Elio, and all I know about him so far is he pulled a knife on someone at Hattie's. I give Harry a stick-figure drawing I did of the tennis team, and the guys love it. I almost gave Elio a knife but thought that might offend him. He says it would have been better with the knife, so I make a mental note to add one later.

7:10: I put the cookies in the oven that we never cooked from a couple nights ago and go back into Harry's room to watch TV with the guys. Harry gets up from the couch and Elio takes his place and says "Shh, watch... Hey Harry, what's up?" He has his arms around me and I snuggled into him just as I would to Harry. Harry just laughs that sort of "I will hurt you" laugh, and Elio is satisfied so he gets up.

7:20: The cookies are done and oh my god, they smell like heaven. Harry walked into the kitchen and said "I think I just came." Couldn't have said it better. See, these "cookies" are more like brownie bites.

7:30: All but 2 of the 24 bites are gone. I only ate three or so. Gino and Harry just raped it.

7:40: Gino goes into his room and Harry and I finish watching the Italian job while we play Words with Friends.

9:00: A new episode of House comes on so Harry and I move to the bed for maximum comfort in order to fully appreciate the show. Harry is OBsessed with House, so for us both to be seeing an episode for the first time is very rare. He owns just about every season.

9:40: Between commercial breaks I tease Harry by licking his ear, kissing his neck, running my hands through his hair, etc. He keeps turning over to kiss me but I say "Uh uh uh, House is still on. You know you want to see the end of the episode." He's so torn but he decides to go for me instead. I somehow avoid every kiss he tries to plant on me, diving for his neck and teasing the hell out of him until the commercial break ends.

10:00: House ends. His glasses come off. I could go into detail, but it's for me only.

11:35: THERE HAS TO BE A CATCH. There just has to be! No man can be funny, smart, tall, athletic, witty, sweet, English, and good in bed without there being a catch! It's just not possible. It's not. He has 10 fingers and 10 toes, too. I checked.

11:40: Still just laying there, convinced there has to be something I'm looking over. This is too good to be true.

11:45: We go to Carmello's for some late night snacks. We both got Milkshakes and I got a little bag of Munchies. I am keeping Carmello's in business lately. It's really sad.

12:30: We fool around a little more but mostly watch South Park. That show is SO FUCKING FUNNY I can't stand it! I miss watching it as often as I did at home.

12:35: Goodnight moon. :)