"It's such an interesting world"

I am home sick, although I wouldn't even begin to consider myself ill. I am exhausted, and since I have a horrid cough my mom believed me when I told her I am too sick to get out of bed. I do this quite often, and usually feel guilty for it, but today I am using this time I have alone to do make-up work, therefore I don't feel like my lie was entirely wrong.
I am in a strange mood right now. It's not an unfamiliar mood though, just strange. I get this way a lot, when I feel as if everything seems so intricate, and everything just might be, for once, how I want it to be. And it's somewhat strange to me that I happen to be in such a great mood. A few weeks ago, I decided I want to go off my medicine, which is supposed to help me with my horrible mood swings. But I feel exactly the same as i did while I was on it. Maybe I'm better now?
This weekend was a boring one, nothing happened that I feel is significant. I hate weekends like that. You know, the ones where if someone asks you how it was, the answer might be "boring", or "nothing special happened". The only thing that I would consider a good part of my weekend, was yesterday. Me and Jessie walked to her neighbor's house with the hope to ride her horses. She had told us the weekend before that we could. But when we got there no one was home, and Jessie's neighbor had asked us if we could clean her sons room. Before we cleaned it we sat on the boy's tree fort. It was peaceful and I felt like I was a young kid again. Later when Cathy got home we decided we didn't have enough time to ride, so instead we brushed a few of Cathy's horses. It was pleasing to me, because ever since I can remember I have always had a large spot for horses in my heart.