It's been a good day

Today really has been... wonderful. Socially, at least. 

During lunch break I was sitting with some of the other kids from class, and I enjoyed myself like... It was so weird hearing myself laugh like that. I've found that I have two laughs: my everyday laugh and my real laugh. Anybody familiar with this phenomenon?

S was reading this book ("Det Tomme Menneske", so philosophical, right? (oh, oh, that reminds me, I finally got my hands on Kafka on the Shore, I've been waiting 3 fucking weeks for that book!)) and he was using this old photo of his girlfriend as a bookmark. The photo was taken when she was a child, and it shows her wearing this big goofy grin, red helmet, drool on her shirt, and giant children's slippers. All the girls around the table, including myself, went like, "Aaww, she's so cute!", to which he promptly replies, "she looks like a retard who trips too much so her parents made her wear a safety helmet". Received lols all around.

Then his girlfriend arrives a few minutes later, and -- I'm actually smiling like a dork right now just remembering this stuff -- she goes: "Oh no, you're not sitting with that disgusting picture of me out in the open, I look like a retard", at which point he responds dutifully, "No, you look so cute!" And the whole table just died laughing, and S's girlfriend had no clue, bless her, it was hilarious and wonderful.

I can't believe this, I'm tearing up. Now I'm crying. What's up with me? It's called being on the rag and feeling emotional, shut up... I'm happy, I deleted B-A's number, and my grades are good. Life's good. Tonight I'm not going to feel guilty or apologise for it.

I feel like writing a paragraph about how my sugar intake is out of control, but I don't want to ruin the mood of this post.