So, lately what Becca and I do (since she is here all week making life good for us in California, at the expense of people in Utah like Kyle, sorry Kyle) is at night we get on my computer and on Netflix and on Watch Instantly and we watch episodes of The IT Crowd. You guys it is just so great, I do not even know how to describe it with words. It's this British show, apparently by the makers of the original Office, which makes sense, because the whole feeling of watching it is like unto that when The [American] Office was new and the greatest thing ever and we watched the whole first season at Nieman's house in one night, remember that? It was pretty great. This is the same sort of thing except instead of being in Nieman's living room we are huddled on my bed, and I am laughing even more.
Fun fact: one of my favorite things is when a thing is such that it makes me laugh loudly. I know that sounds like the lamest thing ever to say, because it is as though I am listing my favorite things and it goes like: laughing, meeting new people, making friends, and long walks on the beach! Haha, that last one is supposed to be ironic! Woo! Anyway, I feel like I'm usually more of a smiler than a laugher, you know? So it is fun when a thing is such that my only response can be "No amount of laughter can express the overflowing joy of my soul, but I will try my damndest anyway, by George!"
Oh man, true confessions:
Right now I am sitting here and in my head I am hearing "Animal Song" by Savage Garden, circa 7th grade. It is insane. On our drive home from LA Becca decided to resurrect some of our former musical loves, so we spent a good hour of highway 5 belting the entire "Affirmation" album. Then today we sor of did the same thing again whilst driving to Davis, only this time Christy and Lucy were there as well to enjoy the sweet tunes and our dancical stylings. [I REALLY want to make "dancical" a word but that spelling looks kind of awkward--suggestions?] Anyway, what I am trying to say is that I want to live like animals, whoa whoa whoa, careless and free, like animals, I want to run through the jungle the wind in my hair and the sand at my feeeeeeeeeet. Don't worry, we already discussed the existence of sand on the jungle floor, and the consensus is to Just Be Cool, Okay?
Um anyway.
Oh man, whilst on the subject of true confessions, let's not even talk about how Becca and Christy got me hooked on h-ing So You Think You Can Dance and how I spent all night calling in votes for Evan and Jason. I know, I know. Do not worry, I have already rid myself of all self respect, so do not bother trying to shame me, it will not work.
Ah shoot, I just remembered that Mom and I are going in for blood tests tomorrow morning. H-face. Displeasure, thou art mine. Okay well I will find a great picture to put at the end here to keep it fresh and visually stimulating up in here, and then I am out.
(This is a picture of my best friend who I made out of felt who has creepy pearl eyes but is still really happy to see you all the time and is constantly urging all in the range of his voice to believe in the stars. It is very inspirational, isn't it?["it" of course referring to the message, not the friend, because I would never call my dear anthropomorphized shooting star felt friend "it," that would be pretty insensitive])
7 comments:
Oh, Katy! It's been forever, especially being as you've seen the sights of all the great British literature in the world (yes, that both does and doesn't make sense). I can't believe that when you're a mom your kids are going to tell you what they're reading in school, and you'll just say, "I've been there, and there, and there . . ." It's going to be awesome. Way to bring back Savage Garden. Oh, the memories. Can I just say that I borrowed my older sister's copy of SG's first CD and recorded it onto TAPE so I could listen to it on my WALKMAN! :) Oh, and always go to Jamba Juice after the doctor--that's what I believe! :)
ha ha ha! oh, Methuselah I miss all your fun facts and I love reading stuff you write (which reminds me that you haven't emailed me in a while) because I can always hear your lovely voice. :) I love your star-felty friend. And you.
1. I love that picture.
2. I love laughing as well, I love laughing so hard I get the hiccups. That is a fact. And I feel like you did a fair amount of laughing on the bonnie, bonnie banks of loch lomond, and england, but maybs that's because I am just too funny. Ha. Hmm, now I feel awkward and I could delete this but I shant.
3. Way to keep rocking the h-face.
I love your laugh. I love that when you laugh it's funny.
I laugh when it's not funny, so I have less validation. But I understood your description based on my comparison of our laughing frequencies.
I remember when I first heard that savage garden song. I was naive and young and alone and was embarrassed because I thought it was so dirty. I just laughed at that, must not be that funny.
I am so happy that you are posting again! Yay!!
By the way, Savage Garden is totally my guilty pleasure. I still love them. That sounds really, really weird...
katy, so will you promise me that we'll be friends and i won't just blog-stalk you for the rest of my life?
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