these men both have opinions and know how to use them
seated concerts are weird. though still not averse to rocking out, thank goodness.

i can't wait until my peppy dance/muscletone instructor superficially invigorates me with enthusiasm. this lady is truly a miracle worker. you could be hunched over in extreme respiratory pain, and she will make you, for a brief instant, feel transitory bliss. i am very excited for these choreographed moments, though they are few and far between. mostly i seethe as she chirps.

gym class standouts
The other day I was running and it was raining. I passed a tiny boy in his bright blue rainjacket playing with a puddle.
"Hi!" he yelled, making me pause my efforts.
"Hello," I said.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I am running," I said, "What are you doing?"
"I am playing with this puddle," he stated authoritatively but he got quite distracted again in the wonders of the puddle as he was illustrating his work.
It was a lovely thing.

from Oscar Wilde's "The Importance of Being Ernest"...as given to me by Intern Chris.
CECILY. I think your frankness does you great credit, Ernest. If you
will allow me, I will copy your remarks into my diary.
ALGERNON. Do you really keep a diary? I'd give anything to look at it. May I?
CECILY. Oh no. You see, it is simply a very young girl's record of
her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for
publication.
3 comments:
It was raining in San Diego last week, and one night a few of my friends an I decided to go play in puddles. We ended up dirty and soaked; however, we were completely satisfied.
It's funny how little things like that remind you what it's like to live.
bitch, please.
jk! omg! lol!
thanks for being an awesome friend.
you guys are cool multiplied. anyone who plays in puddles or uses expressions like 'bitch, please' is ok by me.
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