So... Nothing new. Chapel. Classes. Stats test. Potato soup.
I did run into Heidi today after chapel though. This is news because in the semester and a month that I've been here I think I've seen her a grand total of 6 times. That's including when I saw her today. As always we said we should hang out sometime (though we probably never will) and spent an hour reminiscing about our shared childhood.* All this took place in the middle of the education office area. I think we were a little to loud. Especially since others were having class as we spoke.
We normally write Mitch the Midget together, but if Becka e-mails me with ideas I can type the next chapter as soon as I get it (hint, hint).
*cricket steps, hay bales, saddles, big Sunday dinners, laundry shoots, cards...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
sure, blame your forgetfullness on your poor, innocent sister, becka. how incensitive. my goodness!
By the way, i voted that i would like to be a woodwind. It always amazed me how they could make different noises by just plugging, or unplugging holes. I guess it would be fun to play one, being one... i dont know.
Beautiful quotes! VERY funny!
thank you... thank you
Post a Comment