#1295823084 on the list of all things that suck when you live away from your best friends:
when you absolutely most definitely hear their voice or laugh or cough around the corner, and you get exited, just for a split second, and you look. and it’s some random person. and you end up giving them a dirty look (even though they are probably a very nice person). and then your heart goes from being wayyyyy high up in your throat, like almost jumping out of your chest, to wayyyy down low in your stomach.
it happened today. i thought i heard both of them (KHTF and SCPPG). together. which is weird because they wouldn’t be together. but i thought i heard them laughing at eachother. and i looked.
You make we wanna say I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo Yeah, I do, I do, I do, do do do do do do doo Cause every time before we spend like Maybe yes and maybe no I can live without it, I can let it go Ooh, I did, I get myself into You make we wanna say I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do,
annual miller family beach vacation reunion is just around the corner.
we’re off to Palm Island this year, instead of Captiva. it’ll be weird not to be at Captiva (since we go every year). but i don’t even care cause i’m soooo excited to go to the beach for the week. and it’s gonna be gorgeous and i get to see pretty much all of my cousins from this side of the family. and i just am going to leave my computer at home and take tons of pictures.
i want to be there now. but we leave saturday morning. i think i can make it… maybe.
oh oh oh oh ooohh. and we have to take a ferry to the island cause there’s no bridge. ahh yeaahh.
my step-grandpa died last night. we called him Grampy Murray, or the sometimes more popular Merman.
he always wore sun hats. he fell asleep in the middle of conversation since i can remember. but he taught me a lot of about ernest hemingway when i was writing a paper on him, and even informed me that he had taught his son at one point (Grampy was a professor).
but he was a grumpy old man. to be cliche. but i knew him my whole life. and even though he was sick, and it was his time, and he’s in a better place, and i’m so sure that he’s happier now. even after all those things. it still makes me sad.
“The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance, but live right in it, under its roof.”—Barbara Kingsolver (via kari-shma)
found the puppy’s owners when i took the dog outside to use the bathroom.
they were our frat boy next door neighbors. i did knock on their door earlier but no one answered. i’ll go take down the fliers in the morning.
but i feel like a successful human being. found a lost dog, kept it alive, and returned it safely to it’s beer drinking, frat boying, bro’s of parents. yayyy doggy (her real name was Roxy… i liked my name better… Lucy). annyywayyy.
end of the evenings saga.
oh and one of the bros was a douche. but football player brown boy was a good lookin’ fella. also he was nice. and said thank you. and was all sweet. oh the up’s and down’s of the most boring person in the world.
who am i, bridget fucking jones?
oh dear christ. i need a real life. that or i’ll totally become bridget jones as long as Colin Firth becoming my husband is something that will definitely happen. please?
i’m going to go watch more Lost now. cause i’m not lame at all. womp womp.