Monday, February 28, 2011
Picture Diary #326
Ohmegoshums. This + Bubble Bath + Music = Ultimate Relaxation and Bubble Popping Time! :)
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Chickenscratch #8
“It doesn’t really matter how old they are..why are you so stubborn about this?”
“Because it’s just wrong! You don’t get it do you? I would be concerned if my daughter fell in love with someone that was my age!”
“Goodness! Unless you got a girl pregnant while she was in high school, it’s not the same age. Even if it was, isn’t it like that character in Friends? Monica? She loved that doctor who was friends with her Dad. Why didn’t you say anything then when we were watching it?”
“Friends is a TV show..please. Be realistic.”
“You criticize The Kardashians, The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, and even Bleach…..and you don’t criticize Friends?”
“Okay..not the point. It’s just wrong that Jay Chou has a 17 year old girlfriend. That is all. If I were their friends or relative, I’d say something.”
“…Like what? Your happiness worries me. I don’t think it’s right,” she was at the end of her rope…she swore to God that this boy was being stupid, friend or not.
“I’d express concern. Obviously, not like that.”
“Sugarcoating something..doesn’t make it any better. You should know better than that Steven.”
“It’s not sugarcoating. It’s an awkward subject. How would you expect me to react?”
“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THEM IS MY POINT! WHO CARES IF THEY’RE TOGETHER? WHO CARES IF THEY’RE 15 YEARS APART? IF YOU THINK 3 YEARS IS MAX WHY DO YOU IDOLIZE YOUR PRECIOUS LAKERS COACH SO MUCH?! LOOK IT UP! NOW HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND WHO IS A LOT YOUNGER THAN HIM!”
“…Phil Jackson is 60 for Christ’s sake.”
“So when it happens to an old fart, it doesn’t matter.”
“Vanessa…watch it,” Patience had a limit.
“Watch this then! I feel no need sitting with someone who is so closed minded. What is with you lately?” she growled, slapped down a twenty on the table, and walked off with her Yogurt Green Tea, the drink that he introduced her to and she had come to love so much.
He wanted so much to run out after her, but pride had him glued to the seat brooding over his Peach Green Tea, the drink that she introduced to him and he had come to love so much. She was just being naïve and overly immature, getting worked up over something like this. Her innocence and the inappropriate circumstances really irritated him too, forming an expression that made their server glance over only to decide to pick up the money left on the table later.
Some things really never changed. She was just so narrow-minded as well, never taking into account…that maybe…just maybe he was a hypocrite.
He at first glared accusingly at the twenty, but then gave in with a deep sigh. She just never changed.
“Because it’s just wrong! You don’t get it do you? I would be concerned if my daughter fell in love with someone that was my age!”
“Goodness! Unless you got a girl pregnant while she was in high school, it’s not the same age. Even if it was, isn’t it like that character in Friends? Monica? She loved that doctor who was friends with her Dad. Why didn’t you say anything then when we were watching it?”
“Friends is a TV show..please. Be realistic.”
“You criticize The Kardashians, The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, and even Bleach…..and you don’t criticize Friends?”
“Okay..not the point. It’s just wrong that Jay Chou has a 17 year old girlfriend. That is all. If I were their friends or relative, I’d say something.”
“…Like what? Your happiness worries me. I don’t think it’s right,” she was at the end of her rope…she swore to God that this boy was being stupid, friend or not.
“I’d express concern. Obviously, not like that.”
“Sugarcoating something..doesn’t make it any better. You should know better than that Steven.”
“It’s not sugarcoating. It’s an awkward subject. How would you expect me to react?”
“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THEM IS MY POINT! WHO CARES IF THEY’RE TOGETHER? WHO CARES IF THEY’RE 15 YEARS APART? IF YOU THINK 3 YEARS IS MAX WHY DO YOU IDOLIZE YOUR PRECIOUS LAKERS COACH SO MUCH?! LOOK IT UP! NOW HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND WHO IS A LOT YOUNGER THAN HIM!”
“…Phil Jackson is 60 for Christ’s sake.”
“So when it happens to an old fart, it doesn’t matter.”
“Vanessa…watch it,” Patience had a limit.
“Watch this then! I feel no need sitting with someone who is so closed minded. What is with you lately?” she growled, slapped down a twenty on the table, and walked off with her Yogurt Green Tea, the drink that he introduced her to and she had come to love so much.
He wanted so much to run out after her, but pride had him glued to the seat brooding over his Peach Green Tea, the drink that she introduced to him and he had come to love so much. She was just being naïve and overly immature, getting worked up over something like this. Her innocence and the inappropriate circumstances really irritated him too, forming an expression that made their server glance over only to decide to pick up the money left on the table later.
Some things really never changed. She was just so narrow-minded as well, never taking into account…that maybe…just maybe he was a hypocrite.
He at first glared accusingly at the twenty, but then gave in with a deep sigh. She just never changed.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Chickenscratch #7
“It’s all right. You’ll be okay,” she smiled and reached up to fix his hair comfortingly. When he froze, she alarmingly froze as well. “Did I say something wrong?”
“You shouldn’t do that,” he said flatly as he took her hand away from his head.
“Do….what?” she asked innocently. He struggled internally. How was he going to explain to her? The look on his face threw her to a panic. Was it something she said? Did she do something wrong? When he didn’t say anything, she bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry….I’m not really sure what I did, but I’m sorry. I’ll leave if I’m not helping.”
“No, it’s not you,” he quickly said and grabbed her arm. She turned her head back at him confused. He sighed and looked off to the side. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You didn’t do anything. I just don’t think that this is appropriate.”
“Um……what?”
Dumbass. What was he saying? He frowned slightly, but then looked at her square in the eye. No…it wasn’t right. She was only trying to comfort him and be there the way she always wanted to every time she called him back in high school when she was lonely or crying because of her parents. Slowly, he smiled at her sincerely and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Nevermind, I’m sorry. I can’t really think straight right now.” Her expression relaxed and she gave him a forgiving smile.
“Oh…well it’s okay!” she optimistically hooked his arm with hers and dragged him to the living room, “Let’s watch Godfather then! It’ll cheer you up! I can’t believe you’ve never watched it!”
He laughed. She was so weirdly amusing. It was definitely inappropriate. She used to see him as an older brother for Christ’s sake.
“Hey….are you okay?” He turned and saw her sitting next to him already on the couch with the Main Menu screen already on the television. “Well….we don’t have to watch Godfather. We can watch whatever you want,” she quickly said. It was so like her to think that…..
“No, I’m fine. Let’s watch.”
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So weird....based on my dreams. Apparently, I'm watching a TV show and the characters kind of are based on these events.
“You shouldn’t do that,” he said flatly as he took her hand away from his head.
“Do….what?” she asked innocently. He struggled internally. How was he going to explain to her? The look on his face threw her to a panic. Was it something she said? Did she do something wrong? When he didn’t say anything, she bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry….I’m not really sure what I did, but I’m sorry. I’ll leave if I’m not helping.”
“No, it’s not you,” he quickly said and grabbed her arm. She turned her head back at him confused. He sighed and looked off to the side. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You didn’t do anything. I just don’t think that this is appropriate.”
“Um……what?”
Dumbass. What was he saying? He frowned slightly, but then looked at her square in the eye. No…it wasn’t right. She was only trying to comfort him and be there the way she always wanted to every time she called him back in high school when she was lonely or crying because of her parents. Slowly, he smiled at her sincerely and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Nevermind, I’m sorry. I can’t really think straight right now.” Her expression relaxed and she gave him a forgiving smile.
“Oh…well it’s okay!” she optimistically hooked his arm with hers and dragged him to the living room, “Let’s watch Godfather then! It’ll cheer you up! I can’t believe you’ve never watched it!”
He laughed. She was so weirdly amusing. It was definitely inappropriate. She used to see him as an older brother for Christ’s sake.
“Hey….are you okay?” He turned and saw her sitting next to him already on the couch with the Main Menu screen already on the television. “Well….we don’t have to watch Godfather. We can watch whatever you want,” she quickly said. It was so like her to think that…..
“No, I’m fine. Let’s watch.”
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So weird....based on my dreams. Apparently, I'm watching a TV show and the characters kind of are based on these events.
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