Midnight movies when you have to get up the next morning? Not such a great idea. Learn already!
Love,
Me
Dear vending machine,
You should probably carry bbq chips. Cheddar is okay, but...just not entirely worth $0.70. Although...I guess it's good you don't carry them, because I would buy them. And eat them. Often.
* sigh *
DeeAura
Dear Jillian Michaels,
good. grief. Level 2. Are you sure you can't think of more ways for me to exercise while in plank? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!?! Oh, that's right. I guess you are "TV's toughest trainer..." Barf. ...and ouchie...
DeeAura's entire body this morning.
Dear ski boots I still need,
Could you surface at a cost that doesn't make me gag? Thank you. :)
DeeAura's meager funds.
Dear mailbox,
:) You bring much joy :)
Sincerely,
Me.
Dear Friday at 5:00,
I can't wait to see you! Also, you make me miss chats with Alyssa.
Once upon a time, DeeAura's best boyfriend ever offered her free tickets to the upcoming USU vs. BYU men's basketball game.
*Insert moment of pure joy in DeeAura's life*
And even though DeeAura has to go to the game late due to other Wednesday commitments, it was quickly discovered DeeAura could still make it to said game in plenty of time to at least see the...*cough* outcome. :)
Boyfriend senses loophole in DeeAura's joy.
BF: "But there's one stipulation, Dee."
Dee: "Oh? What's that?"
BF: "You have to wear a BYU t-shirt."
*retracting moment of pure joy from DeeAura's life - and contemplating reconsideration of "best boyfriend ever" label*
Dee: "W...wh...wwhh...what? You can't be serious."
BF: "Yep. That's the deal. BYU t-shirt, or no tickets."
Dee's face says: Why you gotta crap all over my joy like that, boyfriend?? ...because words wouldn't come out.
*Insert moment of pure joy in boyfriend's life as he discovers DeeAura stuck between a rock and a hard place.*
Is this really what boyfriends DO??
DeeAura contemplates all the ways she could get around wearing said t-shirt on the OUTSIDE...maybe as an undershirt for the Aggies? :) Inside out? Maybe I use it as a sort of pom pom? To wipe the sweat?
Boyfriend sees wheels turning in DeeAura's head and makes further stipulations concerning the t-shirt; dashing all hopes of getting out of anything. Must wear t-shirt. Must be seen.
DeeAura looks up with every intention of spewing out fiery words ofindignation on current mistreatment of the only thing she holds dear...when it comes to sports, of course. Aggie Basketball.
DeeAura takes one look at boyfriend's very attractive, somewhat annoyingly triumphant face....
...thinks for a minute or two...
Then agrees. Grudgingly. (I wanna go to the game!!)
Permission to submit this as irrefutable proof of how much DeeAura likes boyfriend.
For the record: I don't want to hear how awful BYU is from any Aggie, and I don't wanna hear how awful the Aggies are from any BYU Cougar out there. GOT IT? :) I have to play nice these days.
Remember that time when I was running errands during lunch?
Remember how I kept changing the radio station because there was NOTHING on?
Remember how, when I finally found something halfway worth listening to, I was so glad, I just started singing along to it? And not just singing along...ROCKING OUT to some random country song I don't even care about? (I did mention there wasn't anything on the radio, didn't I?)
Remember how it's not even a song I like, but...well...I was in my car and...I knew the words, and...that just happens. Admit it. You do it too. Judge away. :)
Ahem. Then, remember how...a minute or so later...I pulled my phone out of my pocket...
...and how it said "CONNECTED...(insert person's name here)..."
And how it said it had been going for about a minute or so? And why?? WHY WHY WHY did it have to call THAT person?!
Remember how I died inside a little bit? ...Especially as I recalled exactly how energetically I'd been singing that stupid song?
Note to self: phone must ALWAYS be on lock. Always. Always always always always always.
Guh. [DeeAura cringes while envisioning the laughter of voicemail recipient.]
There are no pictures descriptive enough for this moment.
And then I drank 473 mL of that. That's one pint, in case you were wondering. And...actually...I didn't drink the WHOLE thing. Just a good 2/3 of it. Then I wanted water instead. Whatever.
I'm five. And slightly unhealthy, in spite of the fact that I do work out almost every day, and try to eat healthy most of the time. Except for when I eat corn dogs. And secretly watch Alvin and the Chipmunks cartoons after being forced to watch a scary movie. Oh, wait...that's no longer a secret, and also - it has nothing to do with being unhealthy, but everything to do with being five. :)
And speaking of being five...lately, whenever I get really excited about something, I have to yell about it. I don't know why. It's like an out of body experience. I hear myself being more loudly excited than usual, but it's like I don't recognize I should just chill out a little bit until it's too late. Haha. Usually I can be excited at a socially acceptable decibel level. But...I think sometime in the last few weeks I've lost my noise filter, and before I can stop myself, there it is. Me. Yelling. Happily, but yelling nonetheless. Yelling. Someone make me stop...hahah.
You can be embarrassed for me if you think it'll help. I've already grieved the loss of whatever cool factor I may have posessed previous to aforementioned behavior. Is it possible to come back from that? Ever? Hmm. I wonder...
I promise better blog posts are coming. I swear they are. Sometime when my brain isn't going a million miles per hour, or when I get more sleep, or when I have pictures with me to put up...or...hahah. I should probably just take initiative and stop being such a tired little baby. :)
But I'm five, remember? It's probably my nap time.
Uh...on a completely different note...I'm accidentally listening to Taylor Swift's new cd for the umpteenth time today. It's a problem I have. I switch back and forth between her and Sara Bareilles' new cd. Love.
* sigh *
