Interactions with my mother via text
Me: we have two mice friends living in our kitchen
My mother: name them.
My morning bus experience
So on the morning bus to camp, crazy things go down. It’s called the bear bus, and appropriately enough, the driver, Fred, resembles a bear. Fred tends to ignore simple traffic laws, such as stop signs, no turn on red, and he tailgates like a pro. This specific morning one of the older campers started singing “baby” and naturally, all of the 8 year old girls joined in. When they...
Things I learn at Harry Potter
Thundercats are being revived South Philly people are really into Neville. Like really into him. They’re also into Mrs Weasley.
I love weddings
And now it’s bedtime.
So a certain someone (Sharell!) and I had a date tonight, and we started off our date with a delicious dinner at hawthornes, frozen yogurt (NOT FRO-YO. when you say fro-yo, you sound like a tool), and decided to complete our evening, not with the winnie-the-pooh movie, as we had originally planned, but with a hookah-experience, because she has been 18 for MONTHS and has done nothing to exercise...
κισσῷ τ᾽ ἐρεψόμεσθα καὶ χορεύσομεν– we will bind our heads with ivy, and we will dance. Euripides, Bacchae, 323 I miss Lucy Bell
Emotionally drained might be the best way to put it. After all, you’ve spent the last three hundred and fifty seven pages becoming attached to the protagonist, learning her fears, strengths, shortcomings and favorite type of vodka. The last paragraph seems to end too soon, and you flip the page to the acknowledgments, craving more; more words, more information, more knowledge of whether...
tuneage: Saturday treat: Mumford & Sons ...
Babies can’t be in fireworks. They’d explode.– Alex in bunk k, after listening to jbeibs and katy perry