The Antics of Kat and her bestest friend Amy!
It's come to my attention that I don't talk about Amy enough... or update my journal that much. Meh. I've decided to share with you the antics of me and my bestest friend Amy. :D
Because we're so funny.
I love how we met. It was one of the first days of grade 8, and high school entirely. We were in the same gym class. I was starting to get acquainted with some of the girls, and somehow we got on the topic of Legendary Frog and the Chocobo song. I starting singing it, for whatever reason. While I was singing, a girl joined in with me. I would later learn that she was Amy, the spiffiest spiffy person ever. :D
So, fast forward a few months later to my birthday. I had a sleepover at Amy's house. After giggling at Skittles ("The green ones make me horny!"), playing loads of Super Smash Bros. Melee, and eating loads of junk, we eventually had to end up sleeping. We stayed up pretty late anyways. At this point, I admitted I had no idea how to unhook a bra. Amy showed me her erudite knowledge of bra unhooking (with her shirt on :P) and not too soon later I learned how to unhook my bra with one hand. It was awesome. The whole thing would have gone lesbo at that point, but I was still Catholic at the time.
For Applied Skills, we had to do one little thing to do with electronics. We mostly goofed off in the class. I was totally reliant on Amy (a DIFFERENT Amy, of course) to help me build my little alarm whatchathingy. Anywho, we had to melt stuff with this pointy metal thing that heated up to a billion degrees (Celsius, of course) and she ended up frying some of her hair with it. This section of her hair was completely fried! I believe, from that point on, she has kept her hair short.
I once wrote a song for my story. It didn't exactly have a tune to go with it, so I handed it over to Amy. We were waiting at the bus stop and she decided to sing the song. At the top of her lungs, she poorly sung the song. It was so loud and bad that a car actually stopped in the middle of the street so the driver could stare at her. It was awesome.
We went to the aquarium once. It was so awesome. We stared at the sea otters for like, 10 minutes straight. They were freaking adorable. They'd go in circles and almost glide against the glass we were looking through. We totally had the best seats. We had no intention of giving them up. Little kid wanted to sit there? Fuck him, these our KAT and AMY's seats! Get your own sea otters! Somehow, we ended up leaving and heading downstairs where all the kiddie fun stuff and coffee shop was. After playing with baby seal plushies and obsessing over the coffee dudes' British accents, we headed back upstairs to the Beluga show. Amy was chosen as the show's volunteer for cheering loudly when we were warned that we were in a splash section. When she was called up, the Beluga whale SPAT at her three times. When asked about her experience by the trainer afterwards, she simply replied "Salty!" It was so much fun. XD
Now, finally, a little inside joke between her and I. We were once three-way calling with our friend Logan, and we had a quiz to see who knew more about Amy. I was winning, with incredible accuracy. After answering one question, Logan exclaimed "Stop using your lesbian mind connection!" Thus, the term Lesbian Mind Connection, or LMC, was born. We shout it out whenever we say similar things at the same time. It still works, even with her being across the country! :D
We've come to a conclusion on how our Lesbian Mind Connection works. It can't have anything to have to do with lesbians directly, because we have never been fully interested in the female gender. However, we have each admitted to being bisexual in the past. Our bisexuality both made us one half of the whole -- a whole lesbian. Kind of like identical twins.
Aww, how I lub her.
Because we're so funny.
I love how we met. It was one of the first days of grade 8, and high school entirely. We were in the same gym class. I was starting to get acquainted with some of the girls, and somehow we got on the topic of Legendary Frog and the Chocobo song. I starting singing it, for whatever reason. While I was singing, a girl joined in with me. I would later learn that she was Amy, the spiffiest spiffy person ever. :D
So, fast forward a few months later to my birthday. I had a sleepover at Amy's house. After giggling at Skittles ("The green ones make me horny!"), playing loads of Super Smash Bros. Melee, and eating loads of junk, we eventually had to end up sleeping. We stayed up pretty late anyways. At this point, I admitted I had no idea how to unhook a bra. Amy showed me her erudite knowledge of bra unhooking (with her shirt on :P) and not too soon later I learned how to unhook my bra with one hand. It was awesome. The whole thing would have gone lesbo at that point, but I was still Catholic at the time.
For Applied Skills, we had to do one little thing to do with electronics. We mostly goofed off in the class. I was totally reliant on Amy (a DIFFERENT Amy, of course) to help me build my little alarm whatchathingy. Anywho, we had to melt stuff with this pointy metal thing that heated up to a billion degrees (Celsius, of course) and she ended up frying some of her hair with it. This section of her hair was completely fried! I believe, from that point on, she has kept her hair short.
I once wrote a song for my story. It didn't exactly have a tune to go with it, so I handed it over to Amy. We were waiting at the bus stop and she decided to sing the song. At the top of her lungs, she poorly sung the song. It was so loud and bad that a car actually stopped in the middle of the street so the driver could stare at her. It was awesome.
We went to the aquarium once. It was so awesome. We stared at the sea otters for like, 10 minutes straight. They were freaking adorable. They'd go in circles and almost glide against the glass we were looking through. We totally had the best seats. We had no intention of giving them up. Little kid wanted to sit there? Fuck him, these our KAT and AMY's seats! Get your own sea otters! Somehow, we ended up leaving and heading downstairs where all the kiddie fun stuff and coffee shop was. After playing with baby seal plushies and obsessing over the coffee dudes' British accents, we headed back upstairs to the Beluga show. Amy was chosen as the show's volunteer for cheering loudly when we were warned that we were in a splash section. When she was called up, the Beluga whale SPAT at her three times. When asked about her experience by the trainer afterwards, she simply replied "Salty!" It was so much fun. XD
Now, finally, a little inside joke between her and I. We were once three-way calling with our friend Logan, and we had a quiz to see who knew more about Amy. I was winning, with incredible accuracy. After answering one question, Logan exclaimed "Stop using your lesbian mind connection!" Thus, the term Lesbian Mind Connection, or LMC, was born. We shout it out whenever we say similar things at the same time. It still works, even with her being across the country! :D
We've come to a conclusion on how our Lesbian Mind Connection works. It can't have anything to have to do with lesbians directly, because we have never been fully interested in the female gender. However, we have each admitted to being bisexual in the past. Our bisexuality both made us one half of the whole -- a whole lesbian. Kind of like identical twins.
Aww, how I lub her.