Okay, so Tumblrbot. I don’t understand the reason of your use of all capital letters. It kind of bothers me. The answer really is not all that exciting, but I would have to say my ukulele. His name is Benes and I play him often.
You were supposed to grow up and get married. You were supposed to have a baby and name it Benjamin. You were going to be at my wedding. You were going to help me get ready for my prom over Skype. You were going to, you were going to, you were going to. I was going to take you up the flume and show you the waterfall. I was going to talk with you about the high school drama that doesn’t matter. I was going to go shopping with you and let you dress me however you wanted. I was going to, I was going to, I was going to. Now it’s too late. No more good-byes, no more I’ll see you soon, no more anything. You were the most beautiful human being on the planet. I’ve always admired you. I remember when I was little I thought you were all that and more. You were my hero. I never got to tell you that, but that’s why I always wanted to stay in your room and have you read to me before I went to sleep. I remember you would read me The Ghost Sitter. It was our favorite. We used to go swimming all the time. We would swim until our hands and feet looked like prunes and we went to mom shivering and soaked looking for towels. Everytime we went shopping, you always treated it like it was a mission. You were looking for that perfect item at that perfect price. “Right, Carm?” I never told you when I didn’t like something that you loved. You always seemed so overjoyed at your find. You would talk in circles and tell me something over and over again. “Ya know what I mean, Carm?” I always knew what you meant. I understood what you were getting at even though nine times out of ten it was obscure or completely and totally wrong. You always seemed so sure of yourself anyways. You have a bigger wardrobe than anyone else I know. We could easily clothe all of Africa with it. You had a very good fashion sense and you could make even the ugliest blouse look good. You were a perfectionist. Everything had to be exactly as it should be. You had a strange taste for foods. You loved freeze-dried squid and Pocky. You probably could have survived of off those two things and been perfectly happy. You couldn’t take a joke and computers baffled you. You had an amazing talent in sewing and knitting. You made intricate items that impressed everyone who saw them. Your cross-stitch projects are breathtaking and the quilts you made are absolutely beautiful. When we were in Florida, we always made a sand-castle together. You were always in charge of the moat. We always had a moat that was about a foot deep because you didn’t want anyone infiltrating our “fortress.” I have to stop. If I don’t, I won’t ever. I just want you to know I love you Harriett Elizabeth Hughes. I can’t stand being here without my hero. You were so strong and I miss you more than I miss anyone else. Go have an adventure.
So, today I was crossing a street in Cincinnati with my mom and a car comes extremely fast towards us. Being from a small town in cow country, I get a little freaked. My mom on the other hand keeps walking at the same pace and says, “They will STOP” and my mom crosses the street like a boss. I think I’ll keep her.
While I was running the other day during practice, the group ran past a girl walking home. She was walking slowly, with a heavy backpack, with her eyes on the ground. When I ran past her I thought of the scene in Juno when the cross-country team runs past her. “When I see them all running like that, with their things bouncing around in their shorts, I always picture them naked, even if I don’t want to. All i see is pork swords.” Even though we were all girls and that wasn’t the case, I thought it all the same. :)
That awkward moment where you're talking to your grandfather (next to you) about a college funded by Coca-Cola, and you turn away for a second, and when you look back, his heart stops and he hits the floor.
So, my favourite food in the world is Skyline Chili. A 4-way with beans to be specific. If you didn’t know, Skyline Chili is a kind of chili you can only get in Cincinnati, Ohio. It is served over spaghetti and looks like a cat ate it then hacked it back up. It also had strange things in it like cocoa powder. No matter how disgusting it sounds, if it can have its restaurants in only one city and still thrive, it must be good. Oh, how I love it. I wish I lived in Cincinnati so I could eat at Skyline everyday.
“In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.”—Juno
I’m on a bus on my way to Cincinnati to see my sister. My mother, of course, is talking to a random stranger we’ve never met before. She does this a lot… I think it goes through her mind like, “Hey! We’re not near home! Let’s get raped or something!” At least she doesn’t choose the people that look like they have their pedophile’s license. He seems nice enough. The only thing that worries me is that we don’t know who’s overhearing this. Now they know our address, hometown, where we go on vacation, where my mom grew up, etc. Ugh. Basically the only thing she hasn’t said is the exact room number we have in the place we’re staying. Oh well. If I don’t come back, you know what happened to me. Peace.