I hate to disappoint you guys...
So, guess what?? Brandon called me yesterday afternoon. And guess what he wanted?!?! To PRACTICE!!! My my my... how did the conversation go?
Me: *sits in front of TV holding Beauty and the Beast music*
*Crestor commercial comes on*
Me: *thinks, "What is that funny ascending melody? I've never heard that in this commercial before."*
Me: *listens harder*
Me: *realizes it's her cell phone ringing*
Me: *runs into parents' bedroom*
Me: *reaches for phone*
Phone: *stops ringing*
Me: Dang it.
Me: *looks at number*
Me: *calls Brandon back on house phone*
Brandon: Hello?
Me: Hey.
Brandon: Oh, hey, I was wondering when we were gonna practice.
Me: What, you mean rehearsal?
Brandon: No, us practice.
Me: Oh, me and you? Um... When are you off work?
Brandon: I go back to work Monday.
Me: What?? That's all Christmas. Are you working today?
Brandon: No. We could do it later this evening, because I'm about to go to Wal-Mart.
Me: Uh, okay, how about after dinner?
Brandon: Yeah. Hey, I'm about to leave, so I'll call you when I get back, ok?
Me: Ok.
Brandon: Bye.
Me: Bye.
...
Me: *goes to library*
Phone: *vibrates*
Me: Hey.
Brandon: MMMmmph.
Me: ... Um... are you ok?
Brandon: I had water in my mouth.
Me: *wonders what kind of idiot calls someone then takes a drink of water* I'm at the library, looking at anatomy and physiology books for my biology homework.
Brandon: Oh, do you want me to bring mine?
Me: Sure.
Brandon: *indistinct mumbling*
Me: Did you just say your eating a snicker-lizard? *wonders if it's some strange permutation of snickersnee*
Brandon: No, I said I'm eating my snickers blizzard. It's very cold.
Me: Oh.
Dad: Tell him to call the house phone next time.
Me: Dad says to call the house phone. Except if you had, you wouldn't be talking to me right now. Hey, can I call you back when I get home?
Brandon: Ok.
Me: Bye.
Brandon: Bye.
...
Mom: THE HOUSE IS A MESS!! WE CAN'T HAVE HIM OVER!!
Me: *frantically cleans the house, makes her bed, and cleans the bathroom*
Dad: Why did you do that? He's not going in your room.
Me: *rolls eyes*
Mom: If he has to go to the bathroom, he can do it outside.
Dad: Or we could stuff his head down the toilet.
Me: ... That would be funny.
Mom: Dinner is almost ready.
Me: Can I call him now that the house is clean?
Mom: *deathly silence*
Me: What time do you want him to come over?
Mom: ........ 7:00 or 7:30
Me: Okay!
Me: *calls*
Other side of the phone: *no answer*
Me: *calls his cell, leaves a voicemail*
Phone: *rings*
Me: Hello?
Brandon: I was in the shower.
Me: Sorry about that. I left a voicemail on your cell phone.
Brandon: Oh.
Me: So how about 7:00?
Brandon: What time is it now?
Me: Six.
Brandon: Ok.
Me: So, be here around 7?
Brandon: Ok.
Me: Ok.
Brandon: Ok.
Me: Um, ok *thinks, "dang, why do I keep saying that??"*. I'll see you then.
Brandon: Ok.
Me: Ok. *DANG IT.* Bye.
Brandon: Bye.
So he came over, and we practiced. He laughed at my cat. She is pretty goofy when she attacks her catnip box. I made him hot cocoa and late for his curfew. (That's a zeugma, for all you English nerds.) But he said my cocoa was very chocolately, and showed me a text saying "your parents are watching tv is silence," which I found amusing. It's a normal occurance. Oh yeah, he spilled cocoa on his khaki shorts, then I splashed some of mine less than 10 minutes later. He has that effect on me. (Note the E-ffect, as a noun.) I popped a rubber band at him and missed. Um. Oh, he called to tell his parents he was going to be late. In the bathroom. He called in the bathroom. It was weird. I'm glad I cleaned it. Anyway, he finished his cocoa, and we moved over by the front door. I grabbed his phone and texted, "Can I text you at midnight on New Year's?" He said he already answered. But that was a long time ago, when we were still together, so I asked him to answer again, and he texted "yes." YAY!! All hope is not lost. Then I opened the door, and he walked out, and I came too and held out my arms for a hug, and he hugged me and THANKED ME for having him over. Aaaaw...
He was wearing a black "I <3 NY" shirt with khaki shorts with green pull things on the pockets with black and white socks and size 8 1/2 shoes which are too small.
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Christine
Me: *sits in front of TV holding Beauty and the Beast music*
*Crestor commercial comes on*
Me: *thinks, "What is that funny ascending melody? I've never heard that in this commercial before."*
Me: *listens harder*
Me: *realizes it's her cell phone ringing*
Me: *runs into parents' bedroom*
Me: *reaches for phone*
Phone: *stops ringing*
Me: Dang it.
Me: *looks at number*
Me: *calls Brandon back on house phone*
Brandon: Hello?
Me: Hey.
Brandon: Oh, hey, I was wondering when we were gonna practice.
Me: What, you mean rehearsal?
Brandon: No, us practice.
Me: Oh, me and you? Um... When are you off work?
Brandon: I go back to work Monday.
Me: What?? That's all Christmas. Are you working today?
Brandon: No. We could do it later this evening, because I'm about to go to Wal-Mart.
Me: Uh, okay, how about after dinner?
Brandon: Yeah. Hey, I'm about to leave, so I'll call you when I get back, ok?
Me: Ok.
Brandon: Bye.
Me: Bye.
...
Me: *goes to library*
Phone: *vibrates*
Me: Hey.
Brandon: MMMmmph.
Me: ... Um... are you ok?
Brandon: I had water in my mouth.
Me: *wonders what kind of idiot calls someone then takes a drink of water* I'm at the library, looking at anatomy and physiology books for my biology homework.
Brandon: Oh, do you want me to bring mine?
Me: Sure.
Brandon: *indistinct mumbling*
Me: Did you just say your eating a snicker-lizard? *wonders if it's some strange permutation of snickersnee*
Brandon: No, I said I'm eating my snickers blizzard. It's very cold.
Me: Oh.
Dad: Tell him to call the house phone next time.
Me: Dad says to call the house phone. Except if you had, you wouldn't be talking to me right now. Hey, can I call you back when I get home?
Brandon: Ok.
Me: Bye.
Brandon: Bye.
...
Mom: THE HOUSE IS A MESS!! WE CAN'T HAVE HIM OVER!!
Me: *frantically cleans the house, makes her bed, and cleans the bathroom*
Dad: Why did you do that? He's not going in your room.
Me: *rolls eyes*
Mom: If he has to go to the bathroom, he can do it outside.
Dad: Or we could stuff his head down the toilet.
Me: ... That would be funny.
Mom: Dinner is almost ready.
Me: Can I call him now that the house is clean?
Mom: *deathly silence*
Me: What time do you want him to come over?
Mom: ........ 7:00 or 7:30
Me: Okay!
Me: *calls*
Other side of the phone: *no answer*
Me: *calls his cell, leaves a voicemail*
Phone: *rings*
Me: Hello?
Brandon: I was in the shower.
Me: Sorry about that. I left a voicemail on your cell phone.
Brandon: Oh.
Me: So how about 7:00?
Brandon: What time is it now?
Me: Six.
Brandon: Ok.
Me: So, be here around 7?
Brandon: Ok.
Me: Ok.
Brandon: Ok.
Me: Um, ok *thinks, "dang, why do I keep saying that??"*. I'll see you then.
Brandon: Ok.
Me: Ok. *DANG IT.* Bye.
Brandon: Bye.
So he came over, and we practiced. He laughed at my cat. She is pretty goofy when she attacks her catnip box. I made him hot cocoa and late for his curfew. (That's a zeugma, for all you English nerds.) But he said my cocoa was very chocolately, and showed me a text saying "your parents are watching tv is silence," which I found amusing. It's a normal occurance. Oh yeah, he spilled cocoa on his khaki shorts, then I splashed some of mine less than 10 minutes later. He has that effect on me. (Note the E-ffect, as a noun.) I popped a rubber band at him and missed. Um. Oh, he called to tell his parents he was going to be late. In the bathroom. He called in the bathroom. It was weird. I'm glad I cleaned it. Anyway, he finished his cocoa, and we moved over by the front door. I grabbed his phone and texted, "Can I text you at midnight on New Year's?" He said he already answered. But that was a long time ago, when we were still together, so I asked him to answer again, and he texted "yes." YAY!! All hope is not lost. Then I opened the door, and he walked out, and I came too and held out my arms for a hug, and he hugged me and THANKED ME for having him over. Aaaaw...
He was wearing a black "I <3 NY" shirt with khaki shorts with green pull things on the pockets with black and white socks and size 8 1/2 shoes which are too small.
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Christine