Life is full of bubbles and sunshine...
I love times like these. Times where I can sit back, forget about all the things I am neglecting (generally, piano) and do the things I want to do (generally, spend too much time with Ryan, among other people.) But really, who wants to go and do productive things when you could spend a sunshining day shopping in Kensington with your best friends, one of which you haven't seen in what seems like an eternity?
Ode to Shannon;
Shannon, Shannon, you are so cute
If you were to wear a bunny suit
You would be much too cute
All the boys, their horns they would toot
When you passed them on the street, in your bunny suit
That would be so cute
Kaylie plays the flute.
Yes. I am a poet. And I knew it. I knew it ALL along.
We had a lovely lunch at the Gratitude Cafe. I was laughing, Kaylie was sated, and Shannon was grand; it was the dandiest, loveliest of lunches there ever was, with adorable salt-and-pepper shakers and life advice to lunchers, and thankfulness on the bathroom stalls and delicious, sugar-free food.
(For the record, I just spelled food 'doof.' I may be developing dyslexia; might be side effect of lime disease. Lyme disease? I can't remember. May also be a side effect.)
Those darnded deer hicks with their tractors...
Also, my friends are so kind that they didn't even make me go into Crave, or eat Crave cupcakes in front of me whilst slobbering down their fronts with sugary appreciation for life and the small, frosted cakes it sometimes supplies us with. Aren't friends wonderful? Yes, yes they are.
Until they are telling you how wonderful that dress looks on you, yes, yes that one that makes you look like a Greek Goddess, one of the pretty ones, but that dress is 90 dollars, and you don't have any money and if it weren't for your parents you would be starving on the streets, yes, yes, you. Needless to say, I now know why people in movies sell their souls for the simplest things; I would gladly have sold mine for that dress.
Note to self; find a reason your mother owes you a dress. Any reason. Any reason at all. Make any bargain you can. Do it. I have been good with my spending habits lately...God, this blog sounds terribly teenage girly. I must stop now.
La la la. Sugar-free, sugar-free. Happiness is sugar-free.
I love you and this blog makes me wish that I had come today. Oh well. Next time.
ReplyDeleteIt's Lyme disease.
ReplyDeleteIf you want new clothes, get rid of the ones you don't wear any more and replace them!
Gratitude is an amazing place.
My life advice to you: go on YouTube, and find the musical Company (with the revival cast). Enjoy.
Rachel, it would have been even better with you there.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I think I have that. Or I thought I did yesterday. But you know....actually, I did go through my drawers today. And I just want the ONE new clothes...this dress from eleven:eleven...go look at my Facebook pictures. Oh My Goodness, I've never felt like more of a teenager in my LIFE.
Why should I do that? Other than the obvious I will because I love musicals more than life itself...
To Musica - spoken like a true Sib! Love ya for it. Made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteTo Cliche call me and I'll arrange the dres for you. (I never do anything nice for you. I mean it and don't admit to it to your parents until the deed (or is that steed?) is done.)
Haha- Erika likes to invade my life. And she just is not a real teenage girl when it comes to things like this.
ReplyDeleteEric, don't be silly. It's just a dress- I can blackmail my mother somehow. I seem to remember you doing plenty of nice things for me, like driving me all over the place in Edmonton and making me delicious meals.