ramblings.

What a good day! Apologies for the no-update to Sewing With Kim, but I want to record this day
I
SAW
A QUEEN’S KID.

Michael A., to be exact. The clarinetist from Jump, Jive and Wail (the course I took). We like, tackled each other, and I met his random friend who does ballet and poked this guy who was actually stretched out across four chairs, napping. Tall people anger me.(*coughBRADcough*) I made friends with a guy with a hat and the boy with the gorgeous blue hair was there again, and there was a Doug and he went through a cool passageway. And that stupid game that Brad cheated at because he’s mean. Eating dessert pizza with Fraiser. And ridiculous times getting home with Kailee and Dana and OH MAN musicfest was so much fun, I’m sure there were things I’m forgetting. But Musicfest was fun.

Sure, we were raped by the last bar of Persis…
But that’s okay.
I made friends. =]

It’s hilarious that I make male friends so easily, but boys take absolutely no interest in me otherwise

I should sleep, so I leave you with this bit of ridiculous courtesy of me and Jesse (That boy is insane)
(My current display pic says “don’t drink water, fish have sex in it”)

“You’re RIGHT! Fish do have sex in water!”
“SO DO DOLPHINS! And they do it for pleasure!”
“EW EW EW EW EW EW EW OH MAN”
“…”
“THEIR EJACULATE CAN DECAPITATE A MAN AT 40 (or 400) YARDS!”
“OH MAN… Can a FIRE HOSE even do that?”
“Dolphin ejaculations are a powerful thing.”
(*we both start freaking out*”)
(much later)
“What would you do if your son was at home, crying all alone on the bedroom floor ‘cos he’s hungry?”
“I’d sell him into slavery and buy myself a nice meal.”
“I duno what I’d do. I wouldn’t drink water though, ‘cos fish and dolphins have sex in it. Or milk… Because milk is the product of fondling a cow’s bosom.”
“…Ew.”
“That’s right. That white stuff in your glass? Came from a cow’s teat.”

Concert on Sunday. Still don’t have music. *dies*