"who keeps nunchucks in their pants??!!!"
well. today was definetly one of the great ones.
this morning i received some horrible news, but like always, julie was able to lift my spirits completely. i'm telling you, they were orbital. so, in drama, i broke out in an inspirational song, dedicated to my hero, julie: "wind beneath my wings." oh yes, she was impressed.
we then began reminiscing on old disney channel shows and original movies. ah, those were most certainly the days. they just don't make them like they used to. it's rather depressing.
at lunch, we frightened and confused the crazy-haired boy michael with our insane babble and many inside jokes. julie then decided to poke off my head with the finger of jesus, a.k.a. her elbow.
flash forward: i finally regained hearing in my left ear.
flash back: it hurt.
after school, julie and i decided to take more lovely, curiously random photographs. i had the brilliant idea that we go down into the wash next to our house. we bravely risked our safety and our virtue and went exploring. it was quite a scene.
julie was almost taken out by a tiny tree branch, which she thought was Rags, the crazy homeless man that stalks us, trying to kill her with his baby rattle.
we found a spot underneath a tree where the ground looked like fancy tileing. at this spot, the following conversation took place:
Me: Maybe it's not safe. If it's quicksand, will you save me?
Julie: Yes.
Me: Are you sure?
Julie: Yes.
Me: Do you promise?
Julie: Yes...
*i begin to step.*
Julie: Wait, give me back my camera first.
^My hero, ladies and gentleman.
julie and i then migrated to the open area where i spoted a very large climbable rock. i then proceeded to climb it. once at the top, julie and i re-enatced the balcony scene between roger and mimi. the joggers and kids coming home from school thought it quite excellent, i'm sure.
safely on the ground again, julie and i headed towards home. as we approached julie's house, we faintly heard the merry sounds of an ice cream truck in the distance. right there in the middle of the street, the following conversation took place:
Me: Ice cream! Let's go!
*we both begin to run after the sound.*
Julie: Wait! We don't have any money!
Me: ...U-turn!
well, sadly, by the time we got the money and got back outside, the sound was only a memory. that would not stop us from getting ice cream, however. julie and i "jogged" to walmart to buy two MARKflurrys. we witnessed some shocking sexual tension at the mcdonalds between the cashier and "mr. manager." i do believe "mr. manager, we're out of pennies" is code for "meet me in the supply closet, MAURICE!" because all mexican men have french names.
if i ever look back on these times in my life and complain at all, do slap me. though i may hate you in the moment, i will be thanking you in the long run. that, or a cheery young woman will come by and tap me on the shoulder, causing whistling to commence.
<3<3
this morning i received some horrible news, but like always, julie was able to lift my spirits completely. i'm telling you, they were orbital. so, in drama, i broke out in an inspirational song, dedicated to my hero, julie: "wind beneath my wings." oh yes, she was impressed.
we then began reminiscing on old disney channel shows and original movies. ah, those were most certainly the days. they just don't make them like they used to. it's rather depressing.
at lunch, we frightened and confused the crazy-haired boy michael with our insane babble and many inside jokes. julie then decided to poke off my head with the finger of jesus, a.k.a. her elbow.
flash forward: i finally regained hearing in my left ear.
flash back: it hurt.
after school, julie and i decided to take more lovely, curiously random photographs. i had the brilliant idea that we go down into the wash next to our house. we bravely risked our safety and our virtue and went exploring. it was quite a scene.
julie was almost taken out by a tiny tree branch, which she thought was Rags, the crazy homeless man that stalks us, trying to kill her with his baby rattle.
we found a spot underneath a tree where the ground looked like fancy tileing. at this spot, the following conversation took place:
Me: Maybe it's not safe. If it's quicksand, will you save me?
Julie: Yes.
Me: Are you sure?
Julie: Yes.
Me: Do you promise?
Julie: Yes...
*i begin to step.*
Julie: Wait, give me back my camera first.
^My hero, ladies and gentleman.
julie and i then migrated to the open area where i spoted a very large climbable rock. i then proceeded to climb it. once at the top, julie and i re-enatced the balcony scene between roger and mimi. the joggers and kids coming home from school thought it quite excellent, i'm sure.
safely on the ground again, julie and i headed towards home. as we approached julie's house, we faintly heard the merry sounds of an ice cream truck in the distance. right there in the middle of the street, the following conversation took place:
Me: Ice cream! Let's go!
*we both begin to run after the sound.*
Julie: Wait! We don't have any money!
Me: ...U-turn!
well, sadly, by the time we got the money and got back outside, the sound was only a memory. that would not stop us from getting ice cream, however. julie and i "jogged" to walmart to buy two MARKflurrys. we witnessed some shocking sexual tension at the mcdonalds between the cashier and "mr. manager." i do believe "mr. manager, we're out of pennies" is code for "meet me in the supply closet, MAURICE!" because all mexican men have french names.
if i ever look back on these times in my life and complain at all, do slap me. though i may hate you in the moment, i will be thanking you in the long run. that, or a cheery young woman will come by and tap me on the shoulder, causing whistling to commence.
<3<3