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i have never laughed so hard in my entire life. seriously, i thought i was gonna die-- i pretty much stopped breathing, and kat was literally foaming at the mouth. tonight was perfect. got no studying done-- didn't even crack a book. well except for that book of poetray, but that doesn't count. i did i little reading for kat-- the jabberwocky by lewis carrol is my all-time favorite.
but instead of studying i made a sick duct-tape bag. when i get my webcam to work i'll show you all, so proud of my skill, haha. its red and silver with an asterisk on it. for all you ignorant people out there its one of these thingies:
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it also happens to be the name of our band. anyway... so tonight it was me an kat for most of the evening, with sam and syd there for quite a large chunk of it. fooling around, sam got pretty violent and starting breaking things. i broke kat's chair. um... twice. needless to say by the end of the night her room was trashed and my throat hurts from laughing so much. i laugh the hardest when i'm with kat, if only to hear her laugh too- because let me tell you, her laugh is pretty darn funny. like a chuckle and a guffaw and some snorts all at once, and some type of hiccup somewhere mixed in there. sam was having pants issues, and getting friendly with the moon chair, and destroying ellegirl. sydnee made a pretty duct tape wallet and they filled me in on the going ons of lb before i knew you guys. :) (for a full "auditory" account of the night see kats lj isn't it so weird to think that before last year i didn't know any of you? i mean, i was friends with syd and alissa, and steph and michelle, and jessica, hannah and everyone back in preschool, but that doesn't really count. i'm just really happy this is how it ended up. nights like these make me really appreciate the people i have. and duct tape.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carrol