Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup

The legendary hand and the reason why you can no longer read the #

...and none of them come very close to putting this day in it's place. Maybe it was supposed to be like this after the very sad yesterday? It was very sad to see John leave us all, going into the Navy and will be gone for years and years. He will do us all proud. It's funny now that he is gone, Dustin is moving in with Rajala at his house taking his place almost like the changing of Presidents in the White House or something. I slept in for Chemistry (some start) and was a little lazy about studying trig. before class, opting mostly for listening to Björk (download 'Who is it' it is very nice) and Modest Mouse huddled in the corner of the cafeteria. Class was alright. Shannon came in like 20 min. late so I got my test back before she came so I could fib and say i got a low B instead of what I really got. I passed her a note Middle School style when the prof was rambling off topic, saying I was sari for keeping her talking in the cold last time and later I gave her my pics from Jurassic Party/Halloween and she laughed and so did I. Really thought it was going to be a blue week when walking out two classmates followed along (including the guy that I think is trying to win her like a prize but that I think she doesn't care much for). But we talked by her car and suddenly the most out-of-nowhere thing I can ever remember "So here, let me give you my phone number....". Panic. I didn't know what to do. I scrambled for a pen in my pocket and she laughed as for some reason I wrote it on my left palm rather than take it in my cell phone. I might have been thinking, although things are traveling very fast now so it's hard to think totally clear about anything, that I had never written a lady's phone # on my hand. Like I've always said how funny it'd be to do all the cliche things like make out in the back of a car near a cliffside and the like. So I wrote it down and she left and I drove home yelling very loud out of my window and pumping fists. I was going to not wash my left hand until next Wednesday, maybe start a cute thing in here like the now defunct (coming up next) "Boston win meter", but those very Red Sox sweated those digits off quickly. Close all the way and then counting the outs and strikes with Isaacs on AIM and then it happened. The Red Sox won the World Series. To try with words to put that in perspective is difficult, the last time they won it (the year before the famous Babe Ruth sale, 1918) Woodrow Wilson was President, penicillin had not been invented, the Titanic was afloat and women's suffrage was still 2 years away. So today was not bad.