Parachute

I told myself: "No blog post until after homework!"

I must've lied to myself, because here I am.

Blogging to whoever wants to read.

I feel the need to give you quotes from people who mean things to me:

"I EAT THOSE!" -Lily.

"Blaaaaaanche!" -Marie

"Your house smells like cats." -Sam, my brother's friend.

"Don't touch my chainsaw!" -I forgot.

"Then you see people at the store and they start talking 'hey how are you, you're such a jerk', can't I just buy toothpicks!?" -ThatOneGuy.

And while Sam doesn't mean a whole lot to me, personally, it's still a fantastic phrase.

Your house smells like cats.

If it does, I'm completely unaware of that.

Because cats don't really have a smell to me.

Unless they smell bad,

Then of course, they've got a stench.

But normally, cats lack smell.

I've been ranting about little things today.

Like the cat-smell, and kumquats.

My kumquat rant was great.

Something like this:

"I've had a kumquat. You can eat the peel, too. They peel's the sweet part, the actual insides are pretty bitter. But you can eat the whole thing, and they're really tiny. Kumquats are awesome! I'm going to make a powerpoint about how awesome they are."

I actually wanted to make a powerpoint about kumquats.

Shows you how my brain functions.

So I haven't got much to say, actually.

I did manage to snatch a decent observation and matching phrase for said observation.

High-fiving is as close to holding hands as we've gotten, and probably ever will.

But he's got huge hands.

It's funny.

And Ross Boss Hoss and I were snicker-giggling about it

After said high-five.

Someday I'd very much like to just not move my hand.

Let it just stay there.

Awkwardly in the air.

Sort of clasping onto his.

Yeah,

Something like that.

I bid thee all, adieu.

I'm off to label the "Change over time" for 1700-1749.

Awesome.

I love you.

And your big hands. (Haha!!)