Here are some pretty Spring flowers for you. It's the least I can do if you're going to be nice enough to try to read this post.
I forgot to tell you all how Stinky did at State. She got 19th in discus and 14th place in shot put. Her team got second place. Not too shabby, eh?
I think I'm going to talk a little more about texting tonight. It seems people have strong opinions about it. I know a guy who refuses to read or answer any texts he receives and I have a friend who thinks it's souless. Personally, I love it. I really don't like talking on the phone. As I've said a million times before, I take phone calls all day at work, plus I'm just not good on the phone. I don't know if it's because I can't see how the person is reacting, or what the problem is, but I babble too much and ask too many annoying questions because I'm afraid of any empty space over the lines. Anyway, texting is perfect for me. It's short and to the point. I can dash off a thought and send it through without really any commitment...Just the way I like it.
Texting is also perfect for me and the girls. I can text ask them what they want from the store, and they can text answer me without having to walk around the store with the phone affixed to my head and speaking too loudly in public as I'm wont to do.
Of course, I've had few interesting experiences with drunk texting and both my friend K. and I have stopped in mid-text before when we were trying to communicate to each other that way one messy evening. Flirty texting is perfect for me some nights when I'm at a bar and not all that attracted to any guys in my vicinity, but I still want attention. I have a friend I use just for that occasion. Like I've told my friend K., he's like a fuck buddy without the sex.
In honor of my post tonight. I'll put up a few text interactions between myself and others, just for those who don't text, so they can see how truly ridiculous and dorky it can be, and probably never ever want to start. Unless specified, each number stands by itself.
1.) Sittin' on the couch. Probly still be here in 15 in the same position.
2.) Goobie Goob! We're @ The Picador. Where's your screechy boyfriend?
3.) He's as predictable as a Brady Bunch episode.
4.) (sent text) Why do I have the Knight Rider theme song in my head? Please shoot me.
5.) (text I received and then forwarded to another friend to read) M. want to hang out with you and hold hands like eighth graders.
(friend's response) What? Is M. a caveman now?
6.) I love Olivia Newton John!
7.) First Texter: Send me a pic of yr abs.
Second Texter: You send me a pic of yr abs first.
First Texter: Abs? What abs? How bout a pic of my elbows?
8.) (Another bizarre drunken exchange) First Texter: If you like watching guys taking showers, u should really meet my mom.
Second Texter: What if I just want 2 watch u take a shower? Do I still need to meet yr mom?
First Texter: As long as u r down with jesus.
Second Texter: Can't you tell by all the dirty texts I send u?
First Texter: Ya. Yr a regular christian camp counselor.