fish are friends

meet kronk.

he's new. 

he plays dead like a mad man.

he is the least camera shy little fish of my entire life. when i have my camera out he seeks it.

he just likes it. 

his mouth moves faster then mine.

he feels self conscious when people watch him eat.

he has brown splotches on his fins that i adore.

i don't love him any less then i loved pig.

i just love him differently.

its what i imagine loving different children would be like. 

the lack of a fish in my pickle jar is unsettling.
i think i'm ready for a new best friend.

hairitis:

the lack of ever wanting to do your hair.

i suffer. 

the language.

once, i was reading this kids blog, and i was convinced that his title wasn't english.
but it was.
once, i was taking the ACT and one of the options was something like, "Also, there was a dog."
the only important part is that also was at the beginning of the sentence. i picked it.
i even filled in the little bubble on my answer sheet.
no worries.
my mistake was caught in time.
something is not right up in here.
also, by up in here i mean my head.
if you didn't know.

Also, i am craving a road trip.

if you're interested. 

100%

i'm 100% ready to get my hands on a copy of the tenth season of smallville.
i'm addicted.
if anyone would be so kind, i would love you forever.
the end.
also, i love clark kent.
thats the real end.

post script

Dear you.

i hate that things have changed, but you pretend that they haven't

its not okay with me.

love, me.

Dear you.

i miss carpool.

dancing in the parking lot isn't as fun when you're all by yourself.

love, me.

Dear you.

lets pretend we're riding on a kite.

and that kite is taking us two months into the future when you're no longer stuck in that place.

and we can watch that show all day long.

love, me.

Dear you.

i'm confused.

thats all.

love, me.

Dear you.

i'm sorry about coughing in your face.

i really don't know what was wrong with me today.

love, me.

Dear you.

get some viking pride. 

if you need, you can borrow some of mine. i've got enough to go around.

love, me.

Dear you. 

once i saw you driving in your car, 

and i didn't realize it was you until i was out of waving range.

(also, you is sadie.)

love, me.

Dear you.

thank you for letting me draw all over your arm.

and thank you for drawing all over my hand.

probably i won't be switching.

love me.

Dear me.

it's disgusting how much time you've been spending on facebook.

its called self control.

maybe you should get some.

love, me. 

the conference or something

 we went to a conference. it was interesting.

she spilled. its fine.

the, "hitler was your first kiss" face. sadie might have liked it. we don't really know.

stealing us some cookies.

if you look real closely you can see the oreo that was placed on the cookie plate by us.

she just grew that.

Los hormonos?

Madi takes notes.

sadie plays speed anatomy.

haley colors. i take pictures. we are a good team.

if i need a blood transplant, this is proof that sadie can give me all her blood.

we had to do it.

this is their "punch cammie in the face" face.

we classily sit on a bench.

 black mail pictures to come.