"And it felt good, despite my depression, to make him happy."
I had a nightmare that was a little heavy on the foreshadowing last night--Jacob turned in a wolf and then Edward showed up and got in a fight with the wolf. I was so scared I woke up in a sweat. Then I did a bunch of stuff (like take a shower and get dressed) that has nothing to do with my storyline, then sat down and did an internet search on vampires which I explain in excrutiating detail. My final verdict: I'm still not sure if Edward Cullen is a vampire, and it takes me four pages to reach that conclusion.
Anyway, I did a bunch of other tedious things like homework and walking around, and then I went to school and Mike asked me out because I'm like a siren for all males. I told him it would hurt Jessica's feelings and then do some other everyday stuff.
Ironically enough, my favorite things to read are all from the eighteenth century (rather than fluffy, contemporary tween literature about vampires), so I sat outside and tried to read some Jane Austen books (Sense and Sensability and Mansfield Park), but they all reminded me of him because apparently just the names Edward and Edmund make me think of him. I just decided to take a nap, which is about as thrilling to read about as you would expect. Made dinner for Charlie, watched tv, blah blah blah. For a character in a book that is best classified as escapist reading, I sure do a lot of boring stuff.
Anyway, I'm going shopping with my new girlfriends because I'm the most popular boring person ever, apparently. Should be exciting.