Tuesday, October 13, 2009
7.6.9.
sometimes, daydreams seem unavoidable. i suppose, hope keeps the human spirit alive, and sometimes, the dreams are what i hope for, rather than the reality... i guess i've decided it's not wrong, just risky.
Friday, October 9, 2009
the things my roommate teaches me.
i'm pretty sure i am as well-equipped for marriage and lifelong committment as i'll ever be. here's why.
yesterday, after sanyelle and i got "home" from "work," we chatted for a little while as we went about our normal daily tasks (checking facebook, writing on each others walls, looking up twilight blogs). then we did a crossword puzzle together. and when i say together, i mean together. side by side on my bed, we formed a team of brain-power as we tackled the oh so endless world of words.
by the time we had finished, we were both ready for a nap. an hour later, an alarming amount of frogs were in our room struggling to croak loud enough to wake us. as sanyelle screamed my name, telling me to make the frogs shutup, i repeatedly quieted the frogs only to hear their disturbing existence rear its ugly head 5 minutes later.
finally, the frogs won the fight, and sanyelle and i skipped down to the dinner (we had spent hours preparing). afterwards, we went out to blockbuster, rented a chick flick, and cuddled on the couch as we ate chocolate and sighed at edward cullen's glittering bod.
it would've been so romantic if sanyelle was an attractive boy. who didn't have a secret crush on edward cullen. who didn't scream at me and my evil frog alarm clock.
romance, i tell you.
yesterday, after sanyelle and i got "home" from "work," we chatted for a little while as we went about our normal daily tasks (checking facebook, writing on each others walls, looking up twilight blogs). then we did a crossword puzzle together. and when i say together, i mean together. side by side on my bed, we formed a team of brain-power as we tackled the oh so endless world of words.
by the time we had finished, we were both ready for a nap. an hour later, an alarming amount of frogs were in our room struggling to croak loud enough to wake us. as sanyelle screamed my name, telling me to make the frogs shutup, i repeatedly quieted the frogs only to hear their disturbing existence rear its ugly head 5 minutes later.
finally, the frogs won the fight, and sanyelle and i skipped down to the dinner (we had spent hours preparing). afterwards, we went out to blockbuster, rented a chick flick, and cuddled on the couch as we ate chocolate and sighed at edward cullen's glittering bod.
it would've been so romantic if sanyelle was an attractive boy. who didn't have a secret crush on edward cullen. who didn't scream at me and my evil frog alarm clock.
romance, i tell you.
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