Update. As of... now.

Mobile. Bond-Mobile.

I was thinking today, wouldn’t it be hilarious if James Bond all of the sudden came out of character in this next movie, and yelled out “To the Bond-Mobile!” Then there would be some kind of spinning cartoon head before it flashes to the next scene. Ah man. That would be awesome.

Sick.

Mom and Dad have been sick this weekend. How come they get all the luck? I am constantly wishing I was sick enough to stay in bed, and what do I get? Dumb sore throats that leave me completely capable of doing what I need to do, but with an uncomfortable scratch in my throat. Then when I do get sick it’s usually stomach flu, and it’s ALWAYS on a weekend, when there’s a holiday or other major event. Believe me, I have a list.

Halloween X 2 (or more)
Christmas X 2 (or more)
Thanksgiving
Wedding
New Years
Sleepovers (More than once)
Friends already over (many times)
Visiting someone (lots)
Someone visiting us (HA!)
The day Harry Potter 4 came out
My Birthday (countless)

I’m sure there are more, I just can’t think of any at the moment.

Emotional.

Why is everything more emotional with music? It can be something completely stupid or pointless and it still almost brings on tears. Observe:
I was looking at the picture on my ipod. I didn’t put them on there, they just go on when I plug it in, so they are all old blog pictures I have used. (There are 110, p.s. and that’s not counting the one’s on the other computer or the deleted ones. See what I do for my reader…s?) Anyway, I found out that you can put the pictures to a slide show and change the music and transitions and all that. So, that was cool. It was set on this old playlist that Elizabeth made, so I started watching it. As I watched photos of Extra gum, Mexican Michael Welch, the silver oven, cartoon cats and spiders, my “buy 2” sign and cinnamon buns slide by, I actually started to get emotional. I thought maybe I have a reason to. After all, I really love writing on my blog, and it’s been kind of a record of the silly things in life. Then I thought, “That’s pathetic Catherine.”

Not busy.

I keep on trying to come up with reasons of why I haven’t been writing on my blog all that much. I couldn’t figure it out. I wasn’t all that busy. Then I realized, it was because I didn’t have all the silly things to write about. I don’t do all that much, so I don’t have anything to write about. I guess I’ll just have to wing it… because I usually take so much time to plan this out. Actually I do. Huh.

Pool.

I like pool. I like pools. Actually, I like ools. Anyway, there is a pool table at the institute. Me and Kammie, and our friend Garrett play after class sometimes. I’m terrible. Unfortunately, gone are the days of me being called a “pool shark” because of a few lucky shots at a family reunion. Though I’d rather be called an “ool shark” (he he) anyway, I wish I still knew how to get a stinking ball into a pocket! I can’t get any in. Kammie is either very good or very luck when it comes to pool. I wish I could claim she was just really lucky, but that would sound petty. And you might think I’m lying just because I can’t play. That would be true. Though, some of those shots could not possibly have been planned. Usually Garrett gets second. I’m always last. Boo.

Epilogue: Yesterday I won twice! They took a picture because they couldn't believe it. I'll have to get it from Garrett.

Bear Arms

I saw this bumper sticker the other day that said something like “Protect our right to bear arms.” At first I thought it was about weapons. Then I saw it clearly. They mean BEAR arms. You know bear claws? Like the doughnut? This was just a maple bar and bear claw put together. That’s a bear arm. I guess this guy just really liked doughnuts.