I believe in the Best Day Ever.

I believe in the Best Day Ever.
The Best Day Ever would start at the midnight showing of 9. It would then be followed by an Early Seminary session at 6:00 am, where I will study the Book of Mormon, the keystone of my religion. From there I would travel directly to school, during which I would leave campus for lunch and pick up my preordered copy of Rock Band: The Beatles. The return to school will hold my favorite class followed by an early release. At that time I will go home and play my new game with my best friend and long time crush, Emily, while we make sushi until the time comes for us to go to the Post Secret display. This is my plan for September 9, 2009. Planning ahead for days like these is what makes life worth living, but they can also be the worst thing that could happen to a guy my age.
The Best Day Ever is a landmark for me, a symbol of the time. The key to events like this is an ancient and unperfected tradition of a gambler. The only way to achieve a true Best Day Ever is to go all in. No expense is too great, no risk is too high, and you must stick to the plan regardless of parental permission. Our absorbent, yellow and porous friend sets the example of a flawless Best Day Ever. It is not the plan the makes a day the best ever but what happens apart from it. The possibility that seminary is canceled and I escape sleep deprivation, or the chance that Emily likes me too. The improbability that makes a flawed plan so perfect is what defines the Best Day Ever.
My latest Best Day Ever involved ditching school on a Friday, driving four hours to Myrtle Beach and home again so a girl that I barely new could join us for a Halloween party Saturday evening. What made it a Best Day Ever is the drive back to Myrtle Beach Sunday night and home again to a arrive an hour before school started. The reaction of this drastic event among my peers was frightening, and the wrath of my parents when they found out was unlike anything I had seen before. I didn’t see daylight for months following this Best Day Ever. It was a perfectly flawed plan that led to one of the worst days of my life, but made me a hero among the adolescence.
I believe in the Best Day Ever. There is no moral justification. It doesn’t life changing theories. It is solely the expectations of immediate satisfaction, complimented with legendary aftershock.