Hey lovelies!
1. Today, I will write a list. It will contain:
a. What is up in my life
b. Babble about music I like
c. Random thoughts
d. A sprinkle of warm fuzzies
2. I will post this list on my blog, and it will be wonderful.
3. I'll tell everyone I spent the night at my youth director's house. His wife is the beautiful Emily, and she is my small group leader. No only is she a cutie pie, but is also just straight up good.
4. I'll give the advice to never, EVER watch Aladin if you miss your boyfriend. Not under ANY circumstance. Especially if:
a. Your boyfriend is extremely dark skinned
b. You haven't held his hand in FOREVER. (Or at least it seems that way...)
c. He is absolutely, undeniably, forever and always, terrifically wonderful.
5. I'll read over four, get embarrassed, start to delete it, but then decide to keep it.
6. I'll get all ADD and start thinking about Aladin, which is an amazing movie, and think about how I just watched it at Emily's house, which is a cute house. And I'll think about how sweet Aladin really is, and wish that I could have a story like that. But I wouldn't trade my life for anything. But I will consider it, as long as I can keep my best friends and Wobble. (Did you know that that's my boyfriend's name? Well okay... It's his NICKNAME. Sorry I lied.)
7. I will be listening to Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds album Live In Las Vegas, and will randomly spazz out when a really good song comes on. (Which is pretty much every song... Not going to lie.)
8. HOLY POOP DAVE MATTHEWS AND TIM REYNOLDS ARE AMAZING.
9. I will tell audience to look at number seven if they are concerned by the outburst in number eight.
10. I will leave after ten things, because even though I want to write more I have to get ready to go to cotillion, which started out a good job but is just annoying now. Eh. I can't complain. Actually I can... Cause it's my blog. Not yours. Don't tell me what to do.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYFRIEND OF CAYLIE AND BROTHER OF MINE!!! You're all 16 and old, and have a car, even though you can't drive. Anyway.
Hug a ginger. Sometimes we need it.
Peace off.
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