First, a comment from blog reader Tara: "I live in Canada, where we don't even HAVE Chipotle, so the few times I can get them while in America is bliss. I was in NY recently with some people from my university, and I saw a Chipotle and said we had to eat there no matter what. This guy we were with ordered the bowl because the burrito "looked too big." This of course prompted the rest of my friends to do the same thing. What could I do now? Be the only person who ordered the "HUGE" burrito and look like a fat ass? Dejected, I ordered the bol."
Tara, that is one of the saddest things I've ever read. If I had human emotions, I would be crying right now. All I have to say is that if for some reason we ever run into each other in New York, I will buy you a burrito, and a beam of sunlight will crack through the gray clouds and all will be right in the world.
Also, commentor Eliz pointed out my misuse of the word "effect" in my last entry, in the most adorable way. Hahaha. The whole Grammar Fairy thing has somehow made me look really cocky and insane. I do not think less of specific people for poor grammar! I hate when huge, flashing business signs contain unnecessary apostrophes. I am not a scholar, and I make a ton of typos and brain-os alike every month. In conclusion, Eliz, your comment made me smile, and I'll watch my "effects" next time. :)
Aaaaaanyway. I showed up to church this morning to see my very disconsolate brother holding his arms out in hug formation, frowning and slowly shaking his head. "What?" I said, knowing better than to assume a legitimate problem. "Did the Cavs lose or something?" Tad gave me a look that said how dare you and fell onto my dad in abject despair. I made a point to be as sensitive as possible from thereon out. When he asked for a LeBron James cake for his TWENTY-FOURTH birthday, I asked why he would want a cake that tastes like failure. Sucks to be you, Cleveland basketball. Sucks to be you, people who give a crap about Cleveland basketball.
After the incredibly long sermon, during which my sister and I whispered how much we wanted corn on the cob (me) and how out-of-season corn on the cob is (her), we received our assignments for this year's Royal Family Kids' Camp. My "buddy counselor" is--YAY!-- a friend of mine, Erin, and one of my campers goes to the elementary school in my district. My choir often toured to her school, and I already adore her. I'm all kinds of excited!
In youtubely news, I posted that unseen fiveawesomegirls video from two weeks ago on hayleyghoover today, and you get a chance to see Andrew, the boyfriendthing, in his natural environment: reading Shakespeare. I've received an enormous amount of comments about him, calling him either A) hot, or B) funny, as per his fake accent. I can't really argue against A. He's cute, yeah. B, however. Um.
Guys, that's not a fake funny accent. Guys, he's not foreign. Guys, he just... talks like that. Sometimes it's totally attractive and hilarious. Sometimes I want to smack him across the face with something hard and sandpapery and shout, "Stop being a character and act like a person!" Really, Bella Swan-- the whole "from another time" thing is not fun. It's just annoying.
Sigh. Oh well. My graduation ceremony is tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to hours upon hours of '09 bonding in the sweltering heat, but I suppose it's just a rite of passage. Or something. If it's too miserable, I'll just tweet the heck out of the whole experience. Wish me luck/@reply any fun ways to pass the time!
Chipotle burritos this year: 21
(^Enjoyed with the lovely TOLauren, after mistakenly inviting 5AG Lauren through a text message typo. The latter Lauren, whose birthday is tomorrow, I will be seeing/hugging/loving on Wednesday at the Moaning Myrtles show in Akron, OH. Come!)
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3