Their week had been full of the makings of a very long week. It certainly could have been longer; afterall, they could have been apart from one another. So, really, it wasn't that long of a week. Well, maybe just a little long. How often were you attacked by an army of ants, turned green, confronted by The Terrifying BM, and subsequently lost your best talking, fur-covered companion to that same Terrifying BM? It was that long of a week.
Craig and Lacey strolled down the rustic, yet quaint, main street sidewalk of a small and rustic, yet quaint, country town. It was a pleasant evening for strolling; it felt almost like a Sunday evening, but the shoppes and eateries were still open and drawing fairly large crowds in this fairly small town, and Craig and Lacey had forgotten what day it was anyways. For the record, it was a Tuesday evening.
"I needed this," Craig said, breaking the long silence that had fallen between them. Lacey looked over at him and smiled agreeably. They both greatly missed Stanley and were lost in thought with what they would do next. Also, they were enamored with the rustic, yet quaint, charm that this small, country town possessed. Lacey let go of his hand and, instead, put her arm around the small of his back to cling to as they strolled. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. As tough as it was to walk like this, both welcomed the snugness that the other offered.
Ahead of them, some of the shoppes were closing up, which meant shutting off the marquee lights and locking the front door. No gated or barricaded storefronts in this rustic, yet quaint, country town.
"Do you think we should turn around? I remember there was a bed and breakfast above the ice cream parlor I pointed out back there," Lacey offered.
Craig stopped walking and turned around, holding on tightly to Lacey so she'd turn with him. Most of the shoppes in that direction were still brightly lit. Turning back around quickly, they saw that only one marquee light remained lit. Turning back around once more, Lacey laughing, Craig shook his head. "Nope," Craig said as he swung Lacey and himself back around, "looks like we're going to..." He ran with her out into the empty street so they he could get a better view of the one lit-up sign. Lacey beat him to it. "Reggie's," she said, rolling her eyes at the irony of the name. "Beat you there," Craig shouted as he darted off. Lacey followed at a leisurely pace.
"What have I always told you, Craig?"
He stared at her blankly and shrugged, opening the door for her as she approached. "First is the worst, second is the be-" Lacey trailed off. A delicious aroma had caught her off guard, but that was nothing compared to the lavish decorations surrounding her. From outside, Reggie's was your traditional bakery, pastries and pies lining the display cases in the windows. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Craig asked. "Everything's chocolate," Lacey replied in absolute wonderment. "Chocolate?" Craig asked. "Yeah, it's all chocolate." She breathed in the air, a heavy chocolatey scent swirling around her - she could almost taste it.
"I don't see chocolate," Craig said, "I see marble. Lots of marble, everything's marble. The countertops, the chairs, the clock, that cat... it's all marble." Lacey broke her captivated stare to look at him in a puzzled manner. Instead, she gasped. "GASP!" gasped Lacey. Craig jumped when he heard her gasp. Then, he looked at her to see what she was gasping about. "GASP," he gasped, although louder and in a much deeper voice than she had gasped. Lacey was marbled too.
"Welcome to Reggie's," a voice shouted from a back room behind the counter, "first timers, I'm guessing?"
Craig and Lacey took a moment to recover and then replied in unison, "uh huh." A man- no. A woman- umm, no. An androgynous person walked out of the back room and approached the counter. Besides the fact that neither Craig nor Lacey could tell the gender of this person, the person, wearing a name tag that read 'Reggie' was absolutely normal. Normal meaning that the person was neither completely chocolate nor completely marble. He... she... it pointed at two bar stools, obviously wanting them to sit. They cautiously obliged. "A slice of chocolate and a slice of marble for you, then?"
Craig and Lacey looked at each other and nodded. "Coming right up," Reggie shouted, disappearing into the back room again. Moments later, Reggie was back carrying two plates. The marble was placed in front of Lacey and the chocolate was placed in front of Craig. "Enjoy!" Reggie smiled enthusiastically and left the two of them alone once again to continue whatever he/she was doing in the back room.
Lacey eyed Craig's slice of chocolate cake. It was astonishingly beautiful for a piece of cake. The icing glistened and the sprinkles shimmered. Lacey's mouth watered.
Craig slid the plate towards her knowingly, exchanging it for her slice of marble cake. This slice also looked good, but he could see what Lacey saw in the chocolate cake - it really was beautiful. Lacey raised her fork and proceeded to take the first bite. She began to tremble slightly. A short, yet satisfied, moan escaped from her. Craig looked over in awe. "That good, huh?"
She laughed and nodded ecstatically. "I needed this," she said, taking another bite. Craig picked up his fork and speared a bite of spongy, yet soft-as-a-pillow, marble cake. This was easily the best piece of cake he had ever eaten, and it showed. He pulped a bright shade of crimson. Lacey was too involved with her cake to take notice.
Reggie came out from the back room and walked towards the front door. "How do you like it?"
Again, Craig and Lacey nodded, very satisfied with their cakes. "How did you know our cakes?" Craig asked. "You had marble eyes; she had chocolate eyes. I've been doing this for centuries; I guess you learn to recognize peoples' tastes." Reggie locked the door, then returned to the back room. It must have been past closing time.
They continued to eat and take in their surroundings, interrupting the sounds of chewing with the occasional "thi-ths-good" or "oh- oooh, mmmmm." Suddenly, Craig's fork fell to his near-empty plate. Lacey looked up.
"What's wrong?" Lacey asked. Craig sat frozen, his chocolatey complexion turning to white chocolate with fear. "Lacey..." he breathed deeply, "if we look like our favorite flavor, why does Reggie look like that?"
"Like wha-" Lacey dropped her fork too. Normal, human-looking Reggie walked out of the back room, "something the matter?" Craig and Lacey shook their heads quickly and picked up their forks, shoveling more cake into their mouths. Because their mouths were full, the explanations that followed were completely incomprehensible. Puzzled, Reggie disappeared again.
"We have to get out of here," Lacey demanded. "Yeah, let's move," Craig said, standing up and brushing the crumbs from his shirt. "Wait," Lacey took one last bite of her cake, put her hands over Craig's shoulders, and kissed him passionately. "Mmmm, what was that for?" Craig asked after finding his breath (she had taken it away with her kiss). "Just in case we don't..." She stared at him.
"What, do I have crumbs?" he asked. "No, your mouth, it's not chocolate," she answered. "Your lips are pink and not marbley anymore!" Craig whispered loudly. "You must have had crumbs then," she added. She took his hand and sat him back down on the bar stool. "Open up," she requested, scooping the last large bite of her chocolate cake onto her fork. "You too," he said, picking up the last morsel of marble cake between his thumb and pointer finger.
"Ah-one, ah-two-hoooo, ah-three."
On crunch, they tried one another's cake.
No longer was Craig and the rest of the shoppe made of chocolate. Lacey, the countertops, the chairs, the clock, and that cat weren't marbled anymore. Well, the cat and the countertops were still marbled, but that's just how the fur pattern went and that's just what Reggie wanted for the countertops. It still didn't look quite like a bakery, everything was still pretty lavish, but by the time Craig and Lacey had got up and let themselves out, neither of them cared what their surroundings were. They were both smitten with one another, and they had just had an incredible piece of cake. Reggie smiled as she walked to the door, locked it, and watched them walk back down the rustic, yet quaint, main street.
Craig held Lacey close as they strolled along. "So, bed and breakfast?" she asked. He stopped, turned her towards him, and kissed her like she had never been kissed before. She pulled away, wide-eyed and in need of breath (this time it was her breath that had been taken away). He squeezed her close to him and whispered into her ear "beat you there" before racing off.
Trampoline.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Moar betz!
Okay, most of these are from Monopoly matches.
EDIT: Luna also has to give me a thirty minute massage because, by some stroke of luck, I was able to throw a quarter into a jar from like six feet away. (COMPLETED) Also, I have to take a picture at Universal of me kissing Barney, and I have to set it as my Facebook profile picture for at least a month.
- Luna has to try two foods of my choice and she has to enjoy them (haha, she doesn't really have to enjoy them, but we'll see what happens). COMPLETED, sorta.
- I have to hang upside-down so that Luna can give me a Spider-Man kiss and it has to be awesome. COMPLETED.
- Luna has to come up with a date that is semi-complicated or requires some effort in the planning process. Also, I get to to choose what she wears on this date.
EDIT: Luna also has to give me a thirty minute massage because, by some stroke of luck, I was able to throw a quarter into a jar from like six feet away. (COMPLETED) Also, I have to take a picture at Universal of me kissing Barney, and I have to set it as my Facebook profile picture for at least a month.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Bunk Bed
Craig had just finished fighting side by side with an aardvark to destroy an army of ants, and Lacey was very impressed.
“Let’s get out of here,” Lacey said, just in case another army of ants showed up. Craig agreed, and took Lacey’s hand as they began walking away. It was especially sunny out that day, and the grass looked greener than usual. It was almost as if someone took a bright green crayon and colored the grass themselves. Lacey turned to Craig to see if he noticed how green the grass was, but she found he was already looking at it.
“You noticed it too?” Lacey asked. Craig looked up a little surprised.
“Yeah, I thought I was imagining it. It’s not that I don’t like it, but why is the grass so dang green?” They both looked down at the unnaturally green grass and began to ponder what could have caused it.
“Maybe it’s not real grass, maybe someone put it here,” Lacey suggested.
Craig bent down and ripped off a blade and began to examine it. First he felt it, then he smelled it, and finally he put it in his mouth and chewed and swallowed it. “No, this has got to be grass, it tastes just like it.”
Lacey bent down and tasted a blade for herself. “You’re right, this has got to be grass.” She turned to look at Craig and fell back into the grass in shock. Craig’s skin was rapidly turning green, the same green color as the grass.
“You-you—”
“You’re GREEN!” Craig cut her off.
“What? No you’re green!” Lacey said in confusion. Both of them, realizing what the other had said, looked down at themselves to find that they both had unnaturally green skin. Lacey couldn’t believe it, all she could do was stare at Craig in wonderment. She was glad that at least Craig was still attractive with green skin, but she really didn’t expect anything less. When Lacey finally looked away from Craig she cried out in bewilderment.
The green was rapidly spreading. The tree barks were turning green, the lizards on the ground were green, a bunny rabbit hopping by was green. Everything was green except for the blue sky. “What’s going on?!” Lacey said frantically.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out!” Craig started walking foreword, with Lacey’s hand still in his. They had been walking for a little while, when Lacey got the feeling they were being followed, but every time she looked around there wasn’t anything there. She went a long time without looking, pretending like she had given up and then turned around quickly and very unexpectedly. Even Craig was a bit surprised and he looked at her curiously.
“AHA!” Lacey shouted. They were being followed, they were being followed by the aardvark! That wasn’t even the strangest part…. The aardvark wasn’t green!
Craig was now looking at the aardvark with his jaw dropped. “Why isn’t he green?!”
Lacey just shook her head, “Maybe the green didn’t get to him yet.”
“Maybe he’s a mirage,” Craig suggested.
“Maybe he has a special amulet on that deflects the green.”
“Maybe he’s an alien.”
“Maybe he’s not green, because he’s the one causing it.”
“Don’t be a sillyhead Lacey, I fought side by side with him, he wouldn’t betray us.”
“You’re right, what was I thinking? Maybe he’s a Greek god sent here to help us as an aardva—”
“Or maybe aardvarks are simply immune to the green.” Both Lacey and Craig jumped up in shock as they heard the aardvark talk.
“Did you just talk?!” Craig asked.
“Yes, what’s so surprising about that? It’s not strange that I’m an alien, but it is if I can talk?” Said the aardvark.
“Yes of course! Aardvark’s can’t talk!” Craig pointed out while Lacey nodded next to him.
“Well since you can talk, do you know anything about this green attack? And why doesn’t it affect you?” Lacey interrogated.
“This is being created by the terrifying BM—”
“Bowel movement?” Lacey questioned.
“No.”
“Boston Market?” Craig asked.
“No.”
“Bert Miller?”
“NO!”
“Boogie man?”
“No—yes, yes the boogie man.”
“See, I knew we’d get it eventually,” said Craig triumphantly. The aardvark was seething.
“So go on Mr. Aardvark—”
“Mr. Aardvark was my father’s name, call me Stanley.”
“Okay Stanley, why doesn’t this affect you? And why is ‘The Terrifying BM’ doing this?” Lacey said.
“The green doesn’t affect me because aardvarks are ‘the Terrifying BM’s’ arch nemesis, none of his powers work on us. He’s doing this because he thinks if the entire world is green then everyone will bow down to him because he’s the only purple one.”
“Well we got to stop him! Show us where he is,” Craig said determinedly.
“’The terrifying BM’ only lives under beds, so we must find the closest bed. Follow me.” Stanley explained, setting off towards the west.
It felt like Craig and Lacey had walked a hundred miles. They must have been walking through this unnaturally green sea of grass for at least five hours. Finally Stanley came to a halt and pointed up ahead with his long nose.
There in the middle of the grass was a large purple bunk bed. “That’s where ‘The Terrifying BM’ lives. Of course… genius. He picked a bunk bed because he can come outside, but still be under a bed, he would be under the top bunk. So that’s how he spread the green so quickly during the daytime, he never comes out from under a bed in the daytime. “ Stanley said more to himself than anyone.
Craig bravely walked up to the bunk bed and kicked it. “Hey BM! Come out and show yourself!” The bed started to rattle and shake violently. Craig took a step back, a little frightened now. Lacey walked up to Craig and took his hand and squeezed it.
“Oh no! You angered him! What were you thinking?!” Stanley cried.
Sure enough, a gigantic purple blob slid out from under the bed. Lacey couldn’t tell where his face was because he was too blobby, but he looked furious. He started for Craig and Lacey, making an angry slurping noise.
“Watch out!” Stanley yelled. Lacey pulled Craig out of the way in the nick of time. Stanley, like the hero that he was, jumped in front of them. “Alright BM, you asked for it!”
BM stopped in his tracks, then turned around to go back under his bed. “Oh no you don’t!” Stanley shouted. Just before BM went under the bottom bunk, Stanley jumped up onto his back….or wherever it was…. And went under with him.
There was a loud rumble, and then all of the sudden, the bed, BM and Stanley poofed into nothingness. Not long after, the many colors of the world came flooding back into existence.
Lacey and Craig barely noticed. They stood in shock, they didn’t know where the bed or Stanley went to, and they weren’t sure they would ever find out.
The moral of the story: Never buy a bunk bed!
You word is: cake
“Let’s get out of here,” Lacey said, just in case another army of ants showed up. Craig agreed, and took Lacey’s hand as they began walking away. It was especially sunny out that day, and the grass looked greener than usual. It was almost as if someone took a bright green crayon and colored the grass themselves. Lacey turned to Craig to see if he noticed how green the grass was, but she found he was already looking at it.
“You noticed it too?” Lacey asked. Craig looked up a little surprised.
“Yeah, I thought I was imagining it. It’s not that I don’t like it, but why is the grass so dang green?” They both looked down at the unnaturally green grass and began to ponder what could have caused it.
“Maybe it’s not real grass, maybe someone put it here,” Lacey suggested.
Craig bent down and ripped off a blade and began to examine it. First he felt it, then he smelled it, and finally he put it in his mouth and chewed and swallowed it. “No, this has got to be grass, it tastes just like it.”
Lacey bent down and tasted a blade for herself. “You’re right, this has got to be grass.” She turned to look at Craig and fell back into the grass in shock. Craig’s skin was rapidly turning green, the same green color as the grass.
“You-you—”
“You’re GREEN!” Craig cut her off.
“What? No you’re green!” Lacey said in confusion. Both of them, realizing what the other had said, looked down at themselves to find that they both had unnaturally green skin. Lacey couldn’t believe it, all she could do was stare at Craig in wonderment. She was glad that at least Craig was still attractive with green skin, but she really didn’t expect anything less. When Lacey finally looked away from Craig she cried out in bewilderment.
The green was rapidly spreading. The tree barks were turning green, the lizards on the ground were green, a bunny rabbit hopping by was green. Everything was green except for the blue sky. “What’s going on?!” Lacey said frantically.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out!” Craig started walking foreword, with Lacey’s hand still in his. They had been walking for a little while, when Lacey got the feeling they were being followed, but every time she looked around there wasn’t anything there. She went a long time without looking, pretending like she had given up and then turned around quickly and very unexpectedly. Even Craig was a bit surprised and he looked at her curiously.
“AHA!” Lacey shouted. They were being followed, they were being followed by the aardvark! That wasn’t even the strangest part…. The aardvark wasn’t green!
Craig was now looking at the aardvark with his jaw dropped. “Why isn’t he green?!”
Lacey just shook her head, “Maybe the green didn’t get to him yet.”
“Maybe he’s a mirage,” Craig suggested.
“Maybe he has a special amulet on that deflects the green.”
“Maybe he’s an alien.”
“Maybe he’s not green, because he’s the one causing it.”
“Don’t be a sillyhead Lacey, I fought side by side with him, he wouldn’t betray us.”
“You’re right, what was I thinking? Maybe he’s a Greek god sent here to help us as an aardva—”
“Or maybe aardvarks are simply immune to the green.” Both Lacey and Craig jumped up in shock as they heard the aardvark talk.
“Did you just talk?!” Craig asked.
“Yes, what’s so surprising about that? It’s not strange that I’m an alien, but it is if I can talk?” Said the aardvark.
“Yes of course! Aardvark’s can’t talk!” Craig pointed out while Lacey nodded next to him.
“Well since you can talk, do you know anything about this green attack? And why doesn’t it affect you?” Lacey interrogated.
“This is being created by the terrifying BM—”
“Bowel movement?” Lacey questioned.
“No.”
“Boston Market?” Craig asked.
“No.”
“Bert Miller?”
“NO!”
“Boogie man?”
“No—yes, yes the boogie man.”
“See, I knew we’d get it eventually,” said Craig triumphantly. The aardvark was seething.
“So go on Mr. Aardvark—”
“Mr. Aardvark was my father’s name, call me Stanley.”
“Okay Stanley, why doesn’t this affect you? And why is ‘The Terrifying BM’ doing this?” Lacey said.
“The green doesn’t affect me because aardvarks are ‘the Terrifying BM’s’ arch nemesis, none of his powers work on us. He’s doing this because he thinks if the entire world is green then everyone will bow down to him because he’s the only purple one.”
“Well we got to stop him! Show us where he is,” Craig said determinedly.
“’The terrifying BM’ only lives under beds, so we must find the closest bed. Follow me.” Stanley explained, setting off towards the west.
It felt like Craig and Lacey had walked a hundred miles. They must have been walking through this unnaturally green sea of grass for at least five hours. Finally Stanley came to a halt and pointed up ahead with his long nose.
There in the middle of the grass was a large purple bunk bed. “That’s where ‘The Terrifying BM’ lives. Of course… genius. He picked a bunk bed because he can come outside, but still be under a bed, he would be under the top bunk. So that’s how he spread the green so quickly during the daytime, he never comes out from under a bed in the daytime. “ Stanley said more to himself than anyone.
Craig bravely walked up to the bunk bed and kicked it. “Hey BM! Come out and show yourself!” The bed started to rattle and shake violently. Craig took a step back, a little frightened now. Lacey walked up to Craig and took his hand and squeezed it.
“Oh no! You angered him! What were you thinking?!” Stanley cried.
Sure enough, a gigantic purple blob slid out from under the bed. Lacey couldn’t tell where his face was because he was too blobby, but he looked furious. He started for Craig and Lacey, making an angry slurping noise.
“Watch out!” Stanley yelled. Lacey pulled Craig out of the way in the nick of time. Stanley, like the hero that he was, jumped in front of them. “Alright BM, you asked for it!”
BM stopped in his tracks, then turned around to go back under his bed. “Oh no you don’t!” Stanley shouted. Just before BM went under the bottom bunk, Stanley jumped up onto his back….or wherever it was…. And went under with him.
There was a loud rumble, and then all of the sudden, the bed, BM and Stanley poofed into nothingness. Not long after, the many colors of the world came flooding back into existence.
Lacey and Craig barely noticed. They stood in shock, they didn’t know where the bed or Stanley went to, and they weren’t sure they would ever find out.
The moral of the story: Never buy a bunk bed!
You word is: cake
Friday, March 27, 2009
monthiversary letter to Craig
Well it’s our monthiversary and I really can’t stop thinking about you. But when I think about it, why would I stop? You are unlike any other person I’ve ever known: you’re funny, smart, extremely hot, compassionate, there is no ends to your awesomeness, you have the best smile, and you make me feel things I have never felt before.
When I signed up for plentyoffish, I had no idea that you would come out of it. I signed up thinking “what the hell, it’s not like it’s going to hurt me to try.” But, that day, on my very FIRST day no less, I came across this guy’s profile, which amused me so much, that I had to message him. Little did I know, that he happened to be on when I did this. Not long after, he IMed me through the website…. This is where it all began. On your profile you said your superpower was awesomeness, I now know that’s the whole truth.
I was thinking, I like you a lot, but you don’t know exactly what I like about you, so I decided that I would let you know. I like when you text me early in the morning so that I can read it when I wake up. I like how you always tell me that you like me, it never gets old. I like how you leave me awesome messages on purple pineapple. I like how you smile at my jokes, in fact, I like it when you just plain smile for anything. I like how you roll your eyes (it’s very sexy if you didn’t know). I like how you do crazy things for me, like dressing up as Luigi and dancing to TLC. I like it when you hold my hand, I like it when you hug me, and of course I like it when you kiss me. I like the way you smell. I like how thoughtful you are; always trying to make me feel special (you always succeed if you didn’t know). I like it when you tell me a story or tell me your problems. I like it when you show me cool videos and music, and I also like it when we just sit and talk. I like that there are so many things I like about you that I couldn’t possibly name them all.
I remember on your plentyoffish profile, one of the last things you said was, “I’m shy at first, but just start talking to me and ejdxijcwiodigj you’re in.” Well now that I’m in, (or at least I hope so) I have never been happier. You really are truly amazing. You made me happy before I even met you, before I even spoke to you on the phone. I would look forward to talking to you online every day. It really was the highlight of my day, and talking to you now still is. Sometimes you’re so awesome it feels like you’re not real. But you are! And I don’t know how I got so lucky!
When you held my hand in the movie theater that made me so happy, because that’s all I wanted to do the whole time. I remember you used your free hand to put on top of my hand, and I really liked that. I also remember, at the mall, when I put my hand in yours, how I could see you smile out of the corner of my eye.
You said that you were shy to kiss me in boomers, but honestly I would have loved it one way or another. I was waiting for it, I knew we had to kiss before you left, I just didn’t know when it would come. When we finally did kiss, as you said, sparks were flying. The kiss, although we may have been nervous, came so natural it was like we were meant to kiss each other. After we first kissed you said, “what does this make us?” I said that I didn’t know, but really I did, or at least I knew what I thought we were. I knew that there was something there, that we were going to be together.
You confessed what you did while I left to go to the lab, so it’s only fair that I confess what I did. When I walked into the lab, Veronica sat next to me to ask me what happened, so I told her what an awesome time I had. I also told her the story of how I tried to lose you in Macy’s and we ended up going opposite directions on the escalators. We both though that was funny. Then she asked me if I liked you, and I said that I did a lot. After that she asked me if we were going out now, I said that I didn’t know, but I was thinking: I hope so. I remember that I could barely pay attention to the lab, because you were all that I was thinking about. I’ll also add that my friend Judi said that you were cute; I thought you might like to hear that. I fully agree too.
When we first hugged that first day we met it felt like the perfect hug. You fit in my arms perfect and it wasn’t weird, or awkward or uncomfortable like usual. It was just the opposite, it was nice, and warm and so excellent that I didn’t want to let go. The more we hugged after that, the more I liked it. I like when you just hold me sometimes because it feels so nice to be in your arms. Whoops, there goes another thing I like about you.
I miss you so much Craig Pa. I think if I were to look into the mirror of Erised, I would see you with me. I don’t know what will happen when I finally see you, but I do know that it’s going to be spectacular.
I feel like there’s more I should write, but I don’t know what is. Maybe when I figure it out I’ll add it on.
I have to let you know that you’re my tangerine, my pussycat, my trampoline.
Like a whole, whole, whole lot,
Lacey
When I signed up for plentyoffish, I had no idea that you would come out of it. I signed up thinking “what the hell, it’s not like it’s going to hurt me to try.” But, that day, on my very FIRST day no less, I came across this guy’s profile, which amused me so much, that I had to message him. Little did I know, that he happened to be on when I did this. Not long after, he IMed me through the website…. This is where it all began. On your profile you said your superpower was awesomeness, I now know that’s the whole truth.
I was thinking, I like you a lot, but you don’t know exactly what I like about you, so I decided that I would let you know. I like when you text me early in the morning so that I can read it when I wake up. I like how you always tell me that you like me, it never gets old. I like how you leave me awesome messages on purple pineapple. I like how you smile at my jokes, in fact, I like it when you just plain smile for anything. I like how you roll your eyes (it’s very sexy if you didn’t know). I like how you do crazy things for me, like dressing up as Luigi and dancing to TLC. I like it when you hold my hand, I like it when you hug me, and of course I like it when you kiss me. I like the way you smell. I like how thoughtful you are; always trying to make me feel special (you always succeed if you didn’t know). I like it when you tell me a story or tell me your problems. I like it when you show me cool videos and music, and I also like it when we just sit and talk. I like that there are so many things I like about you that I couldn’t possibly name them all.
I remember on your plentyoffish profile, one of the last things you said was, “I’m shy at first, but just start talking to me and ejdxijcwiodigj you’re in.” Well now that I’m in, (or at least I hope so) I have never been happier. You really are truly amazing. You made me happy before I even met you, before I even spoke to you on the phone. I would look forward to talking to you online every day. It really was the highlight of my day, and talking to you now still is. Sometimes you’re so awesome it feels like you’re not real. But you are! And I don’t know how I got so lucky!
When you held my hand in the movie theater that made me so happy, because that’s all I wanted to do the whole time. I remember you used your free hand to put on top of my hand, and I really liked that. I also remember, at the mall, when I put my hand in yours, how I could see you smile out of the corner of my eye.
You said that you were shy to kiss me in boomers, but honestly I would have loved it one way or another. I was waiting for it, I knew we had to kiss before you left, I just didn’t know when it would come. When we finally did kiss, as you said, sparks were flying. The kiss, although we may have been nervous, came so natural it was like we were meant to kiss each other. After we first kissed you said, “what does this make us?” I said that I didn’t know, but really I did, or at least I knew what I thought we were. I knew that there was something there, that we were going to be together.
You confessed what you did while I left to go to the lab, so it’s only fair that I confess what I did. When I walked into the lab, Veronica sat next to me to ask me what happened, so I told her what an awesome time I had. I also told her the story of how I tried to lose you in Macy’s and we ended up going opposite directions on the escalators. We both though that was funny. Then she asked me if I liked you, and I said that I did a lot. After that she asked me if we were going out now, I said that I didn’t know, but I was thinking: I hope so. I remember that I could barely pay attention to the lab, because you were all that I was thinking about. I’ll also add that my friend Judi said that you were cute; I thought you might like to hear that. I fully agree too.
When we first hugged that first day we met it felt like the perfect hug. You fit in my arms perfect and it wasn’t weird, or awkward or uncomfortable like usual. It was just the opposite, it was nice, and warm and so excellent that I didn’t want to let go. The more we hugged after that, the more I liked it. I like when you just hold me sometimes because it feels so nice to be in your arms. Whoops, there goes another thing I like about you.
I miss you so much Craig Pa. I think if I were to look into the mirror of Erised, I would see you with me. I don’t know what will happen when I finally see you, but I do know that it’s going to be spectacular.
I feel like there’s more I should write, but I don’t know what is. Maybe when I figure it out I’ll add it on.
I have to let you know that you’re my tangerine, my pussycat, my trampoline.
Like a whole, whole, whole lot,
Lacey
Thursday, March 26, 2009
In Celebration of the Monthiversary...
Well, it's been about a month now. A month ago from this very instant, I was home, or headed home, looking forward to playing some Maple Story, thinking about how absolutely incredible my day had been since I first saw you. I haven't told you this yet, but while you were back at FAU doing your lab, I called my friend David. He's the one that is away in the Navy right now. His phone went right to voicemail; I think he was still going through boot camp. Either way, I left a message, just in case he could turn his phone on at some point to check his messages. It had been a while since him and I had last talked, so I figured I'd catch him up.
I told his voicemail that I was reminded of him because I had been hanging out all day at the mall, something that he loved to do. I told him that I was actually there to meet you, a gal that I had already began to really, really like. I went on to tell him all about you, and then I sort of summed it up by saying that you had girlfriend potential. Little did I know that that spark was about a day away from igniting.
The next day rolled around and we slept in. I called you promptly when I said I would at 12:05, and you were surprised at how on time I was. We dillydallyed on the phone for a while, even though we had agreed not to so that we could see each other sooner. I think I came up with the idea to go see a movie, and you suggested Coraline. I have to be honest with you: I could barely concentrate on that movie. I mean I paid attention, but there was a lot of me trying to interpret your body language too. I wasn't picking up on the "hold my hand" signal because you had your hand up a lot, but I was sensing that you wanted to check me out, so every now and then I would glance over at you just to smile. Finally, something scary happened and I grabbed your hand.
This was the moment that I pretty much knew. Your hand felt so right; I literally did not want to move, for fear that I might somehow shift your comfort zone and you let go of my hand to readjust. I held on for the rest of the movie, and then for most of the walk out to the parking lot afterwards. We played the dillydallying game again while I was on the phone with my cousin, climbing into our cars that had somehow chosen spots right next to one another and peeking from the windows. Neither of us wanted the day to end, so we didn't let it. I decided we should go to the mall, and we did.
The mall walk was even better than before, now that we were holding hands. I discovered how your purse has to be on the opposite side of you in order to properly hold hands and walk. You "I spied" something that wasn't really what you thought you had spied, so I couldn't figure out what it was either (edit: this was really the next weekend, I give you my thanks for the reminder). You left me in an elevator with two women. They thought you dumped me. Silly women.
It was getting late and I remember your mom calling you after we had split up in Macy's. I wanted you to get home, and I wanted you to stay. You told her you'd be home eventually and we just kept hanging out. It was awesome. Then, the mall closed. We found that secret back entrance to the mall, the part where they kept all the pianos. Then, that closed too. You drove me to my car and just when I was beginning to think that the night might have been over, you said we should go to Boomers. So, we went to Boomers.
The whole time we were there, I wanted to kiss you. We sat and trained our horse, I edged closer to you and put our faces together. I let you lead the way and then we started walking backwards because neither of us wanted to lead the way, haha. We must have looked awesome together. I said we should go outside to look at the go-karts, so off we went. We found a nice table to sit at and watch the karts go around, but neither of us really paid attention to the go-karts. I got really, really shy because I wanted to kiss you, but I didn't think that it would have been right right there. We went back inside for a bit, snuck around in the party room area, and then went to the bathroom. Your mom had called again while you were in the bathroom, so I knew it was about time for you to get going.
We went out front and stood outside of your car, talking about something like nothing. Then, the hug came. After the hug was the kiss. The spark was glowing brightly by this point. The rest is history.
At around 11ish tonight (it's 1:57am on the 27th), it will be a full month since that Jet song came on and we became official. I can't say that much has changed since then, besides the fact that my like for you has just been growing more and more since then at a steadily increasing pace. I realized something today (well, yesterday). That something has a bit to do with Ty's basketball shot the other night. Since I'm being vague, I'll just tell you that it makes me really happy and I can't wait to share it with you.
Luna, I'm growing quite fond of you. Sometimes, I like you so much that I get scared and feel really vulnerable because I've never felt this way before, but I'm always reassured knowing that I'm in your hands. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up, the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep, and I'd say over 85% of my thought processes between those periods are spent on you. When you make me smile, I can feel it almost everywhere, like a full-body smile. It really is awesome.
I'd thank you for all of this, but I know these kinds of things come naturally to you. I have a feeling that I've only begun to discover everything that is incredible about you, but I'm already endlessly impressed. Luna, you are the best girlfriend ever. Happy monthiversary!
Like a whole, whole, whole lot,
Craig
(insert long series of various sizes of x's and o's)
I told his voicemail that I was reminded of him because I had been hanging out all day at the mall, something that he loved to do. I told him that I was actually there to meet you, a gal that I had already began to really, really like. I went on to tell him all about you, and then I sort of summed it up by saying that you had girlfriend potential. Little did I know that that spark was about a day away from igniting.
The next day rolled around and we slept in. I called you promptly when I said I would at 12:05, and you were surprised at how on time I was. We dillydallyed on the phone for a while, even though we had agreed not to so that we could see each other sooner. I think I came up with the idea to go see a movie, and you suggested Coraline. I have to be honest with you: I could barely concentrate on that movie. I mean I paid attention, but there was a lot of me trying to interpret your body language too. I wasn't picking up on the "hold my hand" signal because you had your hand up a lot, but I was sensing that you wanted to check me out, so every now and then I would glance over at you just to smile. Finally, something scary happened and I grabbed your hand.
This was the moment that I pretty much knew. Your hand felt so right; I literally did not want to move, for fear that I might somehow shift your comfort zone and you let go of my hand to readjust. I held on for the rest of the movie, and then for most of the walk out to the parking lot afterwards. We played the dillydallying game again while I was on the phone with my cousin, climbing into our cars that had somehow chosen spots right next to one another and peeking from the windows. Neither of us wanted the day to end, so we didn't let it. I decided we should go to the mall, and we did.
The mall walk was even better than before, now that we were holding hands. I discovered how your purse has to be on the opposite side of you in order to properly hold hands and walk. You "I spied" something that wasn't really what you thought you had spied, so I couldn't figure out what it was either (edit: this was really the next weekend, I give you my thanks for the reminder). You left me in an elevator with two women. They thought you dumped me. Silly women.
It was getting late and I remember your mom calling you after we had split up in Macy's. I wanted you to get home, and I wanted you to stay. You told her you'd be home eventually and we just kept hanging out. It was awesome. Then, the mall closed. We found that secret back entrance to the mall, the part where they kept all the pianos. Then, that closed too. You drove me to my car and just when I was beginning to think that the night might have been over, you said we should go to Boomers. So, we went to Boomers.
The whole time we were there, I wanted to kiss you. We sat and trained our horse, I edged closer to you and put our faces together. I let you lead the way and then we started walking backwards because neither of us wanted to lead the way, haha. We must have looked awesome together. I said we should go outside to look at the go-karts, so off we went. We found a nice table to sit at and watch the karts go around, but neither of us really paid attention to the go-karts. I got really, really shy because I wanted to kiss you, but I didn't think that it would have been right right there. We went back inside for a bit, snuck around in the party room area, and then went to the bathroom. Your mom had called again while you were in the bathroom, so I knew it was about time for you to get going.
We went out front and stood outside of your car, talking about something like nothing. Then, the hug came. After the hug was the kiss. The spark was glowing brightly by this point. The rest is history.
At around 11ish tonight (it's 1:57am on the 27th), it will be a full month since that Jet song came on and we became official. I can't say that much has changed since then, besides the fact that my like for you has just been growing more and more since then at a steadily increasing pace. I realized something today (well, yesterday). That something has a bit to do with Ty's basketball shot the other night. Since I'm being vague, I'll just tell you that it makes me really happy and I can't wait to share it with you.
Luna, I'm growing quite fond of you. Sometimes, I like you so much that I get scared and feel really vulnerable because I've never felt this way before, but I'm always reassured knowing that I'm in your hands. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up, the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep, and I'd say over 85% of my thought processes between those periods are spent on you. When you make me smile, I can feel it almost everywhere, like a full-body smile. It really is awesome.
I'd thank you for all of this, but I know these kinds of things come naturally to you. I have a feeling that I've only begun to discover everything that is incredible about you, but I'm already endlessly impressed. Luna, you are the best girlfriend ever. Happy monthiversary!
Like a whole, whole, whole lot,
Craig
(insert long series of various sizes of x's and o's)
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Aardvark.
One morning, Lacey awoke to a wet, yet oddly satisfying, sensation in her right ear. "Craig, stop that," she groaned, shoving the body hunched beside her away. "Stop what," asked Craig, surprising Lacey as his voice came from the opposite side of her.
She squinted and was met by a pair of beady, black eyes. "It's an aardvark, I think," said Craig, "or an anteater, but I think we're on the wrong continent for that."
"That is the last time we sleep under the stars, unless we do so in the trees or something." She patted the aardvark (yes, it was an aardvark) on the head. Sure, it was a pleasant creature, but she much preferred Craig's wakeup kisses to its own.
Craig was about to make a comment about Lacey's beautifully messy hair, but was interrupted by a loud horn that seemed to come from all around them. The ground started to rumble, every passing second became another reading on the Richter scale. An army approached.
An army of ants, that is. A circle rose from the ground, enclosing Craig, Lacey, and Aardvarky. From it, a million holes collapsed into the earth. Ants raced out of every hole, hungry for attention... and food... and today's breakfast menu item is people! People with your choice of two side items (aardvark, hash browns, or fruit cup)!
One ant was wearing a bunch of medals, but you didn't have to see the medals to know he was the leader. He had a wicked mustache that could be seen from 10 feet away. It didn't even look like an ant was there, it was just a crawling mustache. But it was a threatening crawling mustache! He called out to the leader of the human encampment. "LACEY! SURRENDER NOW," he shouted in all caps. Lacey looked at Craig and knew what needed to be done. She took out a ball of brown Play-Doh, put it in the top of Craig's head, and then twisted his ear until his mustache was full-grown. Then, she ripped the mustache off of Craig's face and he screamed. She put the mustache on and turned to face the leader of the ant army.
"Good sir, I believe you have made a terrible mistake. You have underestimated us, I'm afraid. Actually, no, I'm not afraid, but yeah, you still have underestimated us. Nothing scares me. No, not even that, you don't even have to say it. Nope. Nope. Nope. NnnnnnnnOPE! Nnnnnnnnn-" Lacey was great at negotiating with terrorist ants. The aardvark licked its lips.
The ant leader grew weary of trying to say something and being interrupted. "ENOUGH! I'M HUNGRY! DIG IN EVERYON- NO, NOT DIG IN THE GROUND. FOR GOD'S SAKE, EAT THEM!" The ants opened their jaws and marched forward.
"Alright, you hairy-pig-resembling, long-and-sticky-tongue-possessing creature, let's see what you've got," shouted Lacey. With that, Craig leapt into the ants and began stamping frantically. "Okay, aardvark, you can attack now too." The aardvark happily obliged, swinging its long and sticky tongue (yeah, it has one too) wildly and eating tons and tons of ants at a time. Craig was impressed by this, so he too tried to eat a bunch of ants with his tongue, but then the ants bit him on his uvula and he screamed.
But , eventually, the ants were gone, Craig stopped crying, Aardvarky was full, and Lacey went back to being her awesome, mustacheless self.
The moral of this story is that Craig likes you so much that he would team up with an aardvark to battle an army of ants for you, even if it meant getting bitten on the uvula.
She squinted and was met by a pair of beady, black eyes. "It's an aardvark, I think," said Craig, "or an anteater, but I think we're on the wrong continent for that."
"That is the last time we sleep under the stars, unless we do so in the trees or something." She patted the aardvark (yes, it was an aardvark) on the head. Sure, it was a pleasant creature, but she much preferred Craig's wakeup kisses to its own.
Craig was about to make a comment about Lacey's beautifully messy hair, but was interrupted by a loud horn that seemed to come from all around them. The ground started to rumble, every passing second became another reading on the Richter scale. An army approached.
An army of ants, that is. A circle rose from the ground, enclosing Craig, Lacey, and Aardvarky. From it, a million holes collapsed into the earth. Ants raced out of every hole, hungry for attention... and food... and today's breakfast menu item is people! People with your choice of two side items (aardvark, hash browns, or fruit cup)!
One ant was wearing a bunch of medals, but you didn't have to see the medals to know he was the leader. He had a wicked mustache that could be seen from 10 feet away. It didn't even look like an ant was there, it was just a crawling mustache. But it was a threatening crawling mustache! He called out to the leader of the human encampment. "LACEY! SURRENDER NOW," he shouted in all caps. Lacey looked at Craig and knew what needed to be done. She took out a ball of brown Play-Doh, put it in the top of Craig's head, and then twisted his ear until his mustache was full-grown. Then, she ripped the mustache off of Craig's face and he screamed. She put the mustache on and turned to face the leader of the ant army.
"Good sir, I believe you have made a terrible mistake. You have underestimated us, I'm afraid. Actually, no, I'm not afraid, but yeah, you still have underestimated us. Nothing scares me. No, not even that, you don't even have to say it. Nope. Nope. Nope. NnnnnnnnOPE! Nnnnnnnnn-" Lacey was great at negotiating with terrorist ants. The aardvark licked its lips.
The ant leader grew weary of trying to say something and being interrupted. "ENOUGH! I'M HUNGRY! DIG IN EVERYON- NO, NOT DIG IN THE GROUND. FOR GOD'S SAKE, EAT THEM!" The ants opened their jaws and marched forward.
"Alright, you hairy-pig-resembling, long-and-sticky-tongue-possessing creature, let's see what you've got," shouted Lacey. With that, Craig leapt into the ants and began stamping frantically. "Okay, aardvark, you can attack now too." The aardvark happily obliged, swinging its long and sticky tongue (yeah, it has one too) wildly and eating tons and tons of ants at a time. Craig was impressed by this, so he too tried to eat a bunch of ants with his tongue, but then the ants bit him on his uvula and he screamed.
But , eventually, the ants were gone, Craig stopped crying, Aardvarky was full, and Lacey went back to being her awesome, mustacheless self.
The moral of this story is that Craig likes you so much that he would team up with an aardvark to battle an army of ants for you, even if it meant getting bitten on the uvula.
A letter from the past!
This letter is from back when I was in World War II. You were at home, raising yourself, since we don't have kids. Oh, and you were raising Penny too. Fine, also Buddy and Charlie.
Dear girl of my dreams,
I am away at war right now. You probably already know that though. I am not sure why I said that. Actually, I'm not even sure why I didn't just go and erase it. Oh well. Um. Crap, I'm typing that too. The "um".
Anyways, war is terrible. There are bad guys everywhere. Even hiding behind explosive red barrels, and if you shoot the barrels, they blow up and the bad guys get blown up too. That's not cool to see at all. It makes me really want to see your beautiful face again so that I can rid myself of these grotesque images.
One of the guys in my platoon said that he missed his wife. I said that I missed you, and he looked at me and said "why were you shooting at her?" And I said, I wasn't... wait- you mean you missed your wife with a bullet? And he said, "yeah, she slept with ummm, the President while I was away at war, which is where we are right now." And then I told him that I know we're at war, don't be an idiot.
So, then I went on to explain that I really did miss you, like not with bullets, but with emotion. And he looked at me and called me a baby. I told him that only cheaters are babies, but then he said that people that show emotion are also babies. And when he said that, I turned into a baby.
Now, war is not a good place for a baby to be. I was crawlin' all around, like in minefields, and underwater (when I was on a submarine), and even- where's another place I could crawl? OH! - in the trenches. One time, this bad guy came up to me, and said "DIS BABY, WHY IS HE HERE?!" and I looked him and said "I show too much emotion while in battle, so I became a baby" and then he said "Aw, that's beautiful man" and he walked away without shooting me. That was a nice bad guy for sure.
So, here I am, writing to you with my baby hands and I think I'm almost ready to be burped. And when I burp, it won't just be gas from the last bottle of formula I had, it will be my emotion for you which in this present moment, happens to be a lot of like and a whole lot of missing you.
I miss you dearly dear Miss,
Your one and only baby,
Craig
Dear girl of my dreams,
I am away at war right now. You probably already know that though. I am not sure why I said that. Actually, I'm not even sure why I didn't just go and erase it. Oh well. Um. Crap, I'm typing that too. The "um".
Anyways, war is terrible. There are bad guys everywhere. Even hiding behind explosive red barrels, and if you shoot the barrels, they blow up and the bad guys get blown up too. That's not cool to see at all. It makes me really want to see your beautiful face again so that I can rid myself of these grotesque images.
One of the guys in my platoon said that he missed his wife. I said that I missed you, and he looked at me and said "why were you shooting at her?" And I said, I wasn't... wait- you mean you missed your wife with a bullet? And he said, "yeah, she slept with ummm, the President while I was away at war, which is where we are right now." And then I told him that I know we're at war, don't be an idiot.
So, then I went on to explain that I really did miss you, like not with bullets, but with emotion. And he looked at me and called me a baby. I told him that only cheaters are babies, but then he said that people that show emotion are also babies. And when he said that, I turned into a baby.
Now, war is not a good place for a baby to be. I was crawlin' all around, like in minefields, and underwater (when I was on a submarine), and even- where's another place I could crawl? OH! - in the trenches. One time, this bad guy came up to me, and said "DIS BABY, WHY IS HE HERE?!" and I looked him and said "I show too much emotion while in battle, so I became a baby" and then he said "Aw, that's beautiful man" and he walked away without shooting me. That was a nice bad guy for sure.
So, here I am, writing to you with my baby hands and I think I'm almost ready to be burped. And when I burp, it won't just be gas from the last bottle of formula I had, it will be my emotion for you which in this present moment, happens to be a lot of like and a whole lot of missing you.
I miss you dearly dear Miss,
Your one and only baby,
Craig
Monday, March 23, 2009
How much I miss you...
I'm sleepy, but I can't sleep. I really miss you right now. Yesterday (it's 4:08AM) was your birthday and I couldn't really celebrate it with you, as much as I wanted to. I feel like I spent all day thinking about you. Fabrizzio must have got pretty tired of me mentioning you all the time, haha.
Golly, I miss you...
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But, I like you so much. *hand gesture* This much - times infinity, no passage. Sometimes I feel like I like you so much that I want there to be a movie made about us, like how things are going now, and how things will be going soon, and then eventually later too. It would be a great movie, filled with all sorts of laughs, maybe a couple of solid happy-cry moments for the sentimental, and then a whole scene where we just sit there and stare at each other like we sometimes do, and we don't really have any dialogue there because neither of us really know what to say (I guess because we're both so in awe at how wonderful the person captivating our attention really is). It'd be the type of scene where you and I could be cuddled up on the couch, and I would look over at you during this part of the movie, and you'd look back at me, and somehow we would just know what the other person was thinking - and they'd be thinking fantastic things.
But sometimes I feel like I like you so much that I don't want that movie to be made. I don't want other people to see it and I want that one scene to be something that only you and I know. Because when we know something like that, we have something to say, but we don't have to say it with words. It's the kind of phrase you can communicate with your eyes. It's the kind of phrase that people write music about and paint pictures about and sometimes even dance about about.
I like you that much. You make me want to write music and paint pictures and dance about. I've never really felt this way before, but I'm liking this.
I can't wait to celebrate you're birthday with you, and our monthiversary, and that one holiday that we were just going to make up together.
The following is a demonstration of the way I'd exchange hugs and kisses with you right now:
OooxXXxOXoxoxXoXo :) Ox...x.xx.x...O..x...*
* Note the final ellipsis. That signifies that it just continues on from there. Eventually we'd get up and go for a walk on the beach or something, but I'm afraid I don't have enough x's and o's to continue the demonstration - I'm saving them for when you get here. :)
Golly, I miss you...
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But, I like you so much. *hand gesture* This much - times infinity, no passage. Sometimes I feel like I like you so much that I want there to be a movie made about us, like how things are going now, and how things will be going soon, and then eventually later too. It would be a great movie, filled with all sorts of laughs, maybe a couple of solid happy-cry moments for the sentimental, and then a whole scene where we just sit there and stare at each other like we sometimes do, and we don't really have any dialogue there because neither of us really know what to say (I guess because we're both so in awe at how wonderful the person captivating our attention really is). It'd be the type of scene where you and I could be cuddled up on the couch, and I would look over at you during this part of the movie, and you'd look back at me, and somehow we would just know what the other person was thinking - and they'd be thinking fantastic things.
But sometimes I feel like I like you so much that I don't want that movie to be made. I don't want other people to see it and I want that one scene to be something that only you and I know. Because when we know something like that, we have something to say, but we don't have to say it with words. It's the kind of phrase you can communicate with your eyes. It's the kind of phrase that people write music about and paint pictures about and sometimes even dance about about.
I like you that much. You make me want to write music and paint pictures and dance about. I've never really felt this way before, but I'm liking this.
I can't wait to celebrate you're birthday with you, and our monthiversary, and that one holiday that we were just going to make up together.
The following is a demonstration of the way I'd exchange hugs and kisses with you right now:
OooxXXxOXoxoxXoXo :) Ox...x.xx.x...O..x...*
* Note the final ellipsis. That signifies that it just continues on from there. Eventually we'd get up and go for a walk on the beach or something, but I'm afraid I don't have enough x's and o's to continue the demonstration - I'm saving them for when you get here. :)
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Today it became clear to me that we need to visit Lake Titicaca (sp?). Someday. We will. After that, or maybe before that, we need to go to other funny-named places.
Also, just so I remember, Ty made a basketball shot last night that was very significant for reasons only I know right now.
That is all.
Luna, I miss you and I like you so much. SO, SO MUCH!
Also, just so I remember, Ty made a basketball shot last night that was very significant for reasons only I know right now.
That is all.
Luna, I miss you and I like you so much. SO, SO MUCH!
Monday, March 16, 2009
FUNNY STORY! HA HA HAHA!
So, I got pretty hungry this noon (neither morning, nor afternoon), and my friend Mike wanted to try a new fast food restaurant called Chicken Lickin'. Since I like to try new things (yes, I was sticking my tongue out at Luna as I typed that), I got in my car and agreed to meet him and Zach there.
On the way, I decided to listen to my favorite Sirius radio station, the Playboy Channel (I didn't have my iPod on me). On the radio, there was a show called The Playboy Morning Show. It's like any other morning show on the radio, but more sexy, I suppose. On the show, they were having some sort of Spring Break party at the Mansion, and were playing a game called Motto or Grotto. On the game, the 3 contestants (girls) would listen to a catch phrase for a certain product (this show's theme was products you'd likely use during Spring Break) and have to identify the product, risking the removal of articles of clothing and taking a step backwards towards the infamous Grotto where they would fall in and get all wet - that is, if they were incorrect. Well, on one of the contestant's questions, the clue was "plop, plop, fizz, fizz, ohhhh... what a relief it is." You should use a sexual voice when reading that because that is how they do it on the show.
Anyways, the contestant miraculously got it right (Alka-Seltzer), but much to the hosts' surprise, decided to take some clothes off anyways. This is the funny part. She goes to take off her panties, and the male host (Kevin?) says that they are a particularly hot pair, and he wants her to describe them. Well, she kinda doesn't know what to say, so he suggests lacy, and she agrees and says "yeah, really lacy." It was at this moment that I could not stop thinking about my girlfriend, Luna, for whatever reason. I even missed the next several questions because I became too focused on making a mental note of that part of the show so I could tell her later.
I guess where all of this is headed is that I really, Really, REALLY miss Luna. Okay? Attention everyone in the world. I miss my girlfriend. I can't stop thinking about her. I like her so much. One more time (for now), I miss Luna.
Chicken Lickin' was pretty good, for the record. However, Huey Magoo's still reigns supreme.
The end.
On the way, I decided to listen to my favorite Sirius radio station, the Playboy Channel (I didn't have my iPod on me). On the radio, there was a show called The Playboy Morning Show. It's like any other morning show on the radio, but more sexy, I suppose. On the show, they were having some sort of Spring Break party at the Mansion, and were playing a game called Motto or Grotto. On the game, the 3 contestants (girls) would listen to a catch phrase for a certain product (this show's theme was products you'd likely use during Spring Break) and have to identify the product, risking the removal of articles of clothing and taking a step backwards towards the infamous Grotto where they would fall in and get all wet - that is, if they were incorrect. Well, on one of the contestant's questions, the clue was "plop, plop, fizz, fizz, ohhhh... what a relief it is." You should use a sexual voice when reading that because that is how they do it on the show.
Anyways, the contestant miraculously got it right (Alka-Seltzer), but much to the hosts' surprise, decided to take some clothes off anyways. This is the funny part. She goes to take off her panties, and the male host (Kevin?) says that they are a particularly hot pair, and he wants her to describe them. Well, she kinda doesn't know what to say, so he suggests lacy, and she agrees and says "yeah, really lacy." It was at this moment that I could not stop thinking about my girlfriend, Luna, for whatever reason. I even missed the next several questions because I became too focused on making a mental note of that part of the show so I could tell her later.
I guess where all of this is headed is that I really, Really, REALLY miss Luna. Okay? Attention everyone in the world. I miss my girlfriend. I can't stop thinking about her. I like her so much. One more time (for now), I miss Luna.
Chicken Lickin' was pretty good, for the record. However, Huey Magoo's still reigns supreme.
The end.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
More bets
I just remembered another bet we made a long time ago. Craig bet me 100$ that I wouldn't be able to find a parking spot at school. But, guess what.... I did. So there's another $100.
Then he bet me 1 million dollars that I couldn't guess how many fingers he was holding up. But of course I guessed right because I'm psychic.
Then he bet me 1 million dollars that I couldn't guess how many fingers he was holding up. But of course I guessed right because I'm psychic.
He had this many fingers up:
I'm not sure what the the total is, and who owes who anymore.
By the way Craig, I miss you more :)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Definition(s) of the Week
Okay, this is the first post of this nature, so I've got some 'splaining to do. Luna and I are oddballs. As such, we sometimes speak in a language unfamiliar to most. It amuses us and confuses others. Actually, sometimes it confuses us too.
That said, I present to you the format of our new dictionary.
penguin
-noun
- a word uttered during conversations with the intent of throwing the other speaker's train of thought way off course.
Craig: Uh-huh.times infinity, no passage
Luna: Not-uh.
Craig: Uh-huh.
Luna: Not-uh.
Craig: Uh-huh.
Luna: Penguin.
Craig: What?
Luna: Not-uh times infinity, no passage! I WIN!
Craig: CRAP!
-perpetual argument-ending clause
- a statement that ends any argument in the speaker's favor, no matter what. Speaker then has the opportunity to officially decide the outcome of the argument. NOTE: Other clauses that might alter the validity of times infinity, no passage might exist, but have yet to be determined.
Luna: I'm definitely more cool.
Craig: No, I'm way cooler than you are.
Luna: I'm more cool times infinity, no passage.
Craig: CRAP!
This Magic Moment
So I have to dress-up as a twilight character, but I don't know which one. I don't know if I can ever forgive Craig for making me do this. Then again he did win monopoly fair and square. It's not going to be too hard to forgive him though, because he is pretty much the definition of awesome. It's actually in the dictionary.
Awesome- see Craig
That's exactly what it says.
So anyway, I have one character in mind, but I'm not sure if I can find the outfit, but I'll come up with something.
On a different note, I'm looking forward to Craig, or should I say my new boyfriend, kissing me. It's going to be awesome.
Awesome- see Craig
That's exactly what it says.
So anyway, I have one character in mind, but I'm not sure if I can find the outfit, but I'll come up with something.
On a different note, I'm looking forward to Craig, or should I say my new boyfriend, kissing me. It's going to be awesome.
Our ongoing debts...
Here is a list of what we owe each other so far:
- The result of a series of bets placed on several games of Monopoly was me owing her $5 and I have to kiss her even before I get a chance to think about it next time I see her. She has to dress up in some way, although the bet was that she had to pick a character from Twilight - she hates Twilight.
- She bet me that I couldn't turn into a monkey. I lost.
- I bet her I would make a couple of shots at mini-golf; she bet me that she would lose.
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