This is mostly about Valerie
So Valerie told me to update today and I was like, well I don't ever update, and she's like, duh, exactly my point, so I'm updating now, and I have something funny to say, because I never really write about my life, just funny things that happen in it, because I'm sure that's all people really care about, to read about my misfortunes and such, and fun little anecdotes, and run-on sentences.
Soooo...
Today Charlotte left...
And...
Today, I got a random text message about a contest or something. So when I deleted it, I saw two other text messages in my inbox. I've only ever gotten two messages. One was from my sister, last year, when she was in class, to see if I could pick her up from school because it was snowing really hard. The other message, which is the reason for my update, was from Valerie. And it made me laugh (though rather guiltily).
It was from September 11. And it was a dead baby joke. Valerie, you are a horrible person. And so am I, for laughing.
The joke went like this. "What's the difference between a trampoline and a dead baby?" "I take my boots off when I jump on a trampoline." Oh, man.
Anyway, the best part of this story is that she sent me those messages while she was in church. In church. On September 11. In church. Bad Mormon! And another funny development: Valerie was telling about this one girl that got into this harp program instead of her. I'm convinced that people in Utah don't know anything about music, because Valerie is a genius. Even more than me, as hard as that is to believe. Anyway, that's another story for another day. But the funny part is that right as Carissa was walking into the room, I was saying "She got in because she was RAPED?"
A tout a l'heure!
Soooo...
Today Charlotte left...
And...
Today, I got a random text message about a contest or something. So when I deleted it, I saw two other text messages in my inbox. I've only ever gotten two messages. One was from my sister, last year, when she was in class, to see if I could pick her up from school because it was snowing really hard. The other message, which is the reason for my update, was from Valerie. And it made me laugh (though rather guiltily).
It was from September 11. And it was a dead baby joke. Valerie, you are a horrible person. And so am I, for laughing.
The joke went like this. "What's the difference between a trampoline and a dead baby?" "I take my boots off when I jump on a trampoline." Oh, man.
Anyway, the best part of this story is that she sent me those messages while she was in church. In church. On September 11. In church. Bad Mormon! And another funny development: Valerie was telling about this one girl that got into this harp program instead of her. I'm convinced that people in Utah don't know anything about music, because Valerie is a genius. Even more than me, as hard as that is to believe. Anyway, that's another story for another day. But the funny part is that right as Carissa was walking into the room, I was saying "She got in because she was RAPED?"
A tout a l'heure!