Hello Clarice.
There’s a chill in the air. Symbolic? I think yes.
But really, it’s cold here.
I can’t really remember the events of the past week.
No, no this will be a stream of consciousness kind of post.
‘bout a week ago Cara and I made the commute into town to watch some volleyball.
A man dressed up as a gorilla sat next to us. Or maybe he was Sasquatch.
You can never tell these days.
Emily bought a pink wig. For kicks and gigs. And got kicked out of a bar with her 80-year-old grandparents. So the rumor goes...
Psychology lesson of the day: Babies are more likely to shock puppies for points than adults. My opinion on this: Points are points. Get them any way you can.
My Younglife class is still the greatest thing ever.
I have still yet to track down the lady I saw wearing my tennis sweatshirt.
FAKE OUT MAKE OUT. but not really.
I saw both my parents for different occasions.
My dad walked 8 miles from his hotel to take me to dinner when he had a Spokane overnight.
He thought it was much closer. Oh Jim.
This past weekend was parents weekend.
Which means they overwater the lawns and serve the fancy kind of hummus. But not really.
That’s just what they said on Gilmore Girls once.
On Friday my mom and sister and I saw a production of Once Upon A Mattress.
And Saturday mom and I painted the town in downtown Spokanistan. Spokompton? Spokane.
She treated me to some Paul Fleming Chang’s and redecorated our entire common room.
She’s your regular Emily Gilmore. That’s all there is to it.
Unless it’s not.
Plus I am fully stocked on banana chips now. so win win win.
But really, I owe a lot to my parents.
Especially my mother and father.
I saw these deer.
I tried to talk to them. They didn’t play. Maybe they were tired.
And as far as the events of room 304B:
The past week we invented lots of games. It was an accident.
But then, it was also an accident when I cut my gashed my knee playing ultimate spoons.
Sorry for interrupting, I’m talking about games.
Hi, my name is Cara, and I like to throw the boy-wooing-bubbles at my roommate, who already has two other bruises on her face.
And as punishment, Sara gets to translate all my phone conversations to Spanish for two weeks.
Oh, and meandering over to the HUB for free concerts.
But mostly imitating the awkward dances of everyone else who is trying to enjoy the music just the right amount.
Oh and the best game of all,
It happened something like this.
You have to know.
I crack myself up everytime I talk.
And everytime I don’t.
This evening is no exception.
So, I was updating all my stalkers with their dose of the "Turquoise Chandelier.”
And I stumbled upon the fact that my fancy computer can read aloud everything I type.
One thing lead to another.
And my computer was telling this to Cara:
Hello Caira. I stop the world and melt with you. Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air? Rumplstiltskin. Caira is a willy kitty. When I can’t talk on Wednesday I am going to use this to communicate. It will be great and fantastic. And I think you are great and fun and nice. Do you know the crepe man, this is so much fun Caira. No I am doing it Wednesday. Aohhhh hello. Care Bear Hair Dare. Cher. Share.
Paco Peco Chico Rico
Insolto de Modo Loco.
A su tio Federico
Paco Peco
Poco a Poco
Poco Pico
Just wait till Emily comes back from the practice room and I prop the computer outside her door.
Her reaction will be something like this:
Plus, I found my new way to communicate when I have to be a monk for 24 hours on Wednesday.
Like I said though, we’re not all fun and games. Let me enlighten you...
You know things are getting bad dancing to Pink in our bedroom is the most hilarious thing that happens all day and I take pride in getting the weekly riddle correct on the bathroom door.
Oh, Nickroley poo. This is for you. And only you.
Pilates starts next week. Look out world.
Keep it Real
Sara Nicole
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