Friday, May 25, 2012

come sit with me.

so, i had this pretty great post in the making with photos on it, but surprisingly it's not blogger's fault or my own laziness that it's not up. the editing site i use isnt really cooperating. so that's why.

but i wanted to share something with you on my third day of summer, so i'll just tell you about what i've been up to.

last week, my parents went to florida and left me behind. so i lingered on over to my good friends emily and leslie's house. because they love me somewhat and always take me in. so i stayed with them. and here's a summary of the visit.

their mother is a freaken good cook. which i knew, but i loved experiencing it again. everrrryday.
next, our dogs arent too fond of each other.
and even though they locked me in their basement, i was very comfortable there. the bed was AMAZING. they have this pillow cover thing on the mattress that holds you like a baby while you sleep. and i loved having the window above my head open. the cool night breeze would blow through my bleached pine-straw hair. i loved it.

we drank approximately 400 cups of coffee. almost every hour. including at midnight. mostly because we had an enormous amount of school to do. projects, papers, general homework and studying. LOTS of it. and we just love coffee very much. so we stayed up til about 2 every morning, or at least i did, finishing stuff. or texting. whatever.
so i really didnt sleep very much when i was there, but when i did, and thanks to that pillow cover thing, i slept like a really tired teenage girl.

i think i really became part of the family during my visit. i think it was solidified. because their mom would start yelling at me too. it was weird. she's never really done that before. i felt honored, in a way. and scared. well, mostly scared. is this ok to be writing? hopefully she wont read this.

leslie and i went to the pool once. we laid on the concrete and told each other stories. and since my hair was wet, she played with it. i was laying down, and she made all of it stick straight up. i looked like johnny bravo. remember him? yeah. i didnt care though, since i was laying on the ground and no one could see me. but then i sat up a few times, forgetting i looked like an idiot with all of my hair standing up and i panicked. it was embarrassing.
then, i think she told me about this one time she got lost in walmart and i asked, when was this? and she said, well i get lost every time i'm in there. and then we laughed. and i dont know why i just told you that. then i told a story she was interested in i think, but i cant remember what it was.
(hey les, remember that lady that was standing over us?? HA!)

i think i'm just lonely. no one's texting me back. i guess this blog is like wine to me. or a diary.

same thing, right?


  1. Theese iss goot stoury. All of your ramblings tend to flow really well together. Like a blanket woven entirely from color-changing thread... ;)

    The title of this post reminded me of one of my favorite Shel Silverstein poems, called "Invitation" and I think you'll like it, so here:

    "If you are a dreamer, come in,
    If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
    A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
    If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
    For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
    Come in!
    Come in!"

    And yes. I totally remember Johnny Bravo.

  2. wine and diaries go together like peanuts and jam.

  3. who doesn't remember Johnny Bravo? I mean honestly.

    I've decided that I enjoy your ramblings.


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