I drank abnormal amounts of tea today because it felt good on my throat and I'm not even sick at all. And I played hookie from school, explained what hookie meant to a boy who wants to be my friend, mopped my floor, admired my longer-than-ever-fingernails,

and I really don't like marshmallows or s'mores at all.

One time that same friend of mine told me that I will

probably change my mind about marshmallows someday.

I sort of kind of think he's really wrong. Because I still

don't like Canteloupe, and he still hasn't really changed

his mind about me. But that's okay, because yesterday, I 

told him that I wasn't, like, in love with him or anything,

and I think it was something no one has ever said to him

before. And by the way, I sort of kind of really meant it. 

Because he makes a really good friend. And Heaven knows

that before someone can be both, no one can. It's a mean 

paradox, having your cake, and eating it, too. Which is 

something Heaven also knows: it doesn't work. So 

here's to having cake. Because it's better than not having 

any.

And it sure is better than marshmallows.