Today Was a Good Day

Technically, it wasn't a full day, considering I slept until 12:30, but what part of my day I experienced went well. So well, in fact, that I'm a little bummed it's over. I ate breakfast around 1, after showering while blasting Everything In Transit, and then I hung around for a bit. I went out to the mall for my mom for about 10 minutes. It was just to pick up something, but let me tell you, that is my kind of shopping. I went out with my dad later, to pick up something else, and saw a man with a shirt that said, "BACK THE FUCK UP" on the back.
There's something you'll only see in America, folks. It's rude an inappropriate, but I laughed. That's what I do in situations where I don't know exactly how to react. Maybe that's the wrong way of looking at things.
I also thought about how I tend to go places just for the ride rather than the destination. No one seems to understand that, but it's who goes through life to get to death? What happens during the journey is just as significant as the destination. If there's anything that doesn't take some sort of journey or determination to acheive, then it's not really a destination. It just is. It happens, and it becomes lumped together with every other moment in your life.
Anyway, moving on from that, the reason I went to pick up so many things was because my parents decided to have company over for my father's birthday, which was thirteen days ago. They're not our family, but I suppose it was my mother's last ditch effort to do something to make him feel worthy of attention. He whines when he gets no attention, but complains when we do something social.
It makes no sense.
So, the company was these family friends we've had for a while. My parents are friends with these other parents who are friends with OTHER parents...so they're all friends. And they all have kids, meaning we're forced to be friends with those kids. Typically, it starts off awkward between us youngens, and no one wants to be there, but after a while we all loosen up. That's basically what happened. It was quite a lot of fun, not to mention that my mother made my favorite dessert ever, and we have tons of leftovers. Plus, I love the feeling of my house after a special occasion. It's cleaner than usual and rearranged differently, but still the same home. It has a pleasantly relaxed feeling, sort of like how when a concert ends, everything is quiet, but you can still feel that steady hum in your ears and stamping drumbeat in your chest.
But now it is early Sunday morning, there's nothing halfway decent on television, and I still need more sleep. So that is what I'm off to accomplish. Monday puts a tiring week of school ahead of me, but Tuesday is off for election day, not that it will be a real day off.
We're finding out who will be the next President of this country.
How is that a true day off?