"They Didn't Name Her For a Saint, They Named Her For a Storm"
Today is the anniversary of Shannon Leigh's accident. I didn't even realize it until I posted on Facebook that I had a dream involving Shannon, and Sarah Quenon pointed out to me what date it was. Also, last night my roommate pulled out the copy of the DVD of one of Shannon's features in Austin when he inexplicably removed all of my DVDs from the 5 disc changer. It's like something is trying to remind me of her.
I've posted this before, but it bears repeating. One of my all time favorite memories of Shannon. Nothing big and emotional, just two kids pretending to be stoned and making a lot of silly jokes about potheads. Still, this means something to me. I really miss that girl.
AAMALEWIS : wow you just blew my mind man
truth be a liar: dude, quit hoggin the joint
AAMALEWIS: duuude, i rolled it
AAMALEWIS: rollers keepers, man
truth be a liar: hahaha
AAMALEWIS: this is good shiiit maaan
truth be a liar: dude, you're smokin the wrong end
AAMALEWIS: duude, my lips feel all tingly
AAMALEWIS: whoa man, something's on fire
AAMALEWIS: hey dude, my face is like smoking
truth be a liar: ha, you--you said your face is smoking...kinda--kinda like a joint
AAMALEWIS: haha...that's like so cool, cause joints have smoke and like, hey, have you ever looked at the back of a cheetos bag man? this is raad.
truth be a liar: ha, have you ever looked at the back of a cheetos bag...on weed!
AAMALEWIS: oh my god dude, we're like, on weed right now!
truth be a liar: got any cheetos?
AAMALEWIS: no maan...OH MY GOD, check this out, here are some right here! It's like GOD wants us to eat them, man.
truth be a liar: what if there's like, a lot of gods, and one is the god of cheetos and he's just, like, tired of being ignored
AAMALEWIS: wow, dude, what if like he came down and smoked some weed with us man
AAMALEWIS: we'd be like saints
truth be a liar: saints...with weed
AAMALEWIS: duude...ganja stigmata
truth be a liar: dude...that rhymes...that's freakin' me out, man...quit it
AAMALEWIS: dude, i know...i'm freakin out man...what if god heard us talking about him and he's all mad...the cheetos might go AWAAY!
truth be a liar: quick! eat them!
AAMALEWIS: dude, you're so smart, man. totally.
truth be a liar: its the pot, man...it's like...brain juice
AAMALEWIS: hey man, that sounds like a song or something
truth be a liar: yeah!
truth be a liar: *sings* brain juice, oh brain juice, oh juicy juicy...what was i singing?
AAMALEWIS: dude, let's start a band and call it ganja stigmata.
truth be a liar: yeah, and one instrument should be like...a bong...with that bubbling sound, you know?
AAMALEWIS: it'll be like...brain juice brain juice...blpblpblpblpblp
I've posted this before, but it bears repeating. One of my all time favorite memories of Shannon. Nothing big and emotional, just two kids pretending to be stoned and making a lot of silly jokes about potheads. Still, this means something to me. I really miss that girl.
AAMALEWIS : wow you just blew my mind man
truth be a liar: dude, quit hoggin the joint
AAMALEWIS: duuude, i rolled it
AAMALEWIS: rollers keepers, man
truth be a liar: hahaha
AAMALEWIS: this is good shiiit maaan
truth be a liar: dude, you're smokin the wrong end
AAMALEWIS: duude, my lips feel all tingly
AAMALEWIS: whoa man, something's on fire
AAMALEWIS: hey dude, my face is like smoking
truth be a liar: ha, you--you said your face is smoking...kinda--kinda like a joint
AAMALEWIS: haha...that's like so cool, cause joints have smoke and like, hey, have you ever looked at the back of a cheetos bag man? this is raad.
truth be a liar: ha, have you ever looked at the back of a cheetos bag...on weed!
AAMALEWIS: oh my god dude, we're like, on weed right now!
truth be a liar: got any cheetos?
AAMALEWIS: no maan...OH MY GOD, check this out, here are some right here! It's like GOD wants us to eat them, man.
truth be a liar: what if there's like, a lot of gods, and one is the god of cheetos and he's just, like, tired of being ignored
AAMALEWIS: wow, dude, what if like he came down and smoked some weed with us man
AAMALEWIS: we'd be like saints
truth be a liar: saints...with weed
AAMALEWIS: duude...ganja stigmata
truth be a liar: dude...that rhymes...that's freakin' me out, man...quit it
AAMALEWIS: dude, i know...i'm freakin out man...what if god heard us talking about him and he's all mad...the cheetos might go AWAAY!
truth be a liar: quick! eat them!
AAMALEWIS: dude, you're so smart, man. totally.
truth be a liar: its the pot, man...it's like...brain juice
AAMALEWIS: hey man, that sounds like a song or something
truth be a liar: yeah!
truth be a liar: *sings* brain juice, oh brain juice, oh juicy juicy...what was i singing?
AAMALEWIS: dude, let's start a band and call it ganja stigmata.
truth be a liar: yeah, and one instrument should be like...a bong...with that bubbling sound, you know?
AAMALEWIS: it'll be like...brain juice brain juice...blpblpblpblpblp