Vacocklick

So a friend of mine was trying to come up with a word to combine two things.

Chocolate.



And Vanilla.



So he made a word.

Vacocklick (Vah-cok-lick)



Yeah.

And I know the vanilla and chocolate look like poop. Quiet.

I Can Feel The Love

Yup, another text message conversation between my sister and me!!!

I'm still K, and she's still A.

K: It almost snowed here last night.

A: WUT. I WOULDVE STRANGLED YOU.

(Still A:) Speaking of actually being able to do harm to you, when are you coming hurrr?

K: Well I was thinking Wednesday dinner time, but now I’m not so sure….

The Day After

Thanksgiving is usually memorable. Whether or not that’s a good thing depends on the mood and the family. Here are the most memorable moments from my Turkey Day:

My sister had an “episode”, got the “vapors”, passed apple cider through her nose, whatever you want to call it.

My sister and I ended up inventing a new drink.

My dad thought really really hard about enforcing his “five foot rule.”

And it all ended with all of us gathered around the television for Punkin Chunkin

Yup. It was a frolicsome night!

Happy Turkey Day!

Soul Eater

Carry On...

The following is a text message conversation between my sister and I. Yup, EVERYTHING down there is a direct quote. And no, there was no planning. We randomly “sing” lyrics to each other via text message all the time.

I’m K, my sister is A:

A: CARRY ON MY WAYWA-

K: …RD SON!!

A: THERE’LL BE PEAC-

K: …E WHEN YOU AR-

A: E DONE. LAY YOU WE-

K: -ARY HEAD TO RE-

A: ST. DON’T YOU CR-

K: -Y NO MORE!!

A: -head bang-

K: DUN DUN DUN DUUUN DUN DUN DUN DUUUN. DUN DUN DIDDLEY DUN DUN. DUN DUN. DUNDUN

A: dundundun

K: Random urge to Carry On right then?

A: It was in a story I was reading. Tehe.

K: Goooot it. XD Make my uterus stop crying plz…

A: -pawnch-

K: Noooo! Now it’s writhing D=

A: -falcon pawnch-

K: And now there’s a gaping hole in me!! You’re a bad superhero… =,(

A: -falcon hug by a kitten-

K: =D That just made my day

A: :D

Productive Weekend

What I should have been doing:

What I was actually doing:

Secret Message

Midterms suck. Tests suck. Being drilled for information they spouted at you weeks ago sucks. So anything, even little things, that can add happy to the day are so much more frolicsome on midterm days.

  

Why hello random desk that I’m not even sitting in, and no one else sees. Thank you.

Later ;)

The term "that's what she said," has taken over the world, and revolutionized life as we know it.
By accident the other day, I reinvented the "ttws" (that's what she said).

Step one: Someone says an unintentional dirty comment.

Step two: Say, "later," in a sultry voice and wink (optional).

Step three: Wait for them to get it.

Amour Alliteration

There will ALWAYS be those people who chase you down with condoms. Yes, it’s awkward. But embrace it (literally, if you happen to need one of those bad boys). And realize that it’s also hilarious.

Fishiez

So, instead of buying each other a gift this year, my friend and I decided that we should get each other a fishie right now. Yay early Christmas presents!!

This is Oceanus, or Oceay for short. He’s mine. He’s named after the Greek Titan God of the river that provided all of Earth’s fresh water.

And this is Schnoodle, Noodle for short. He’s my friend’s. He’s named after the breed of puppy she really wanted.

Hurray for apartment friendly pets!

Dream Flash

Frolicking Friday was so Frolicsome this week, that this has been postponed EXTENDED into Saturday! Superfrolic Saturday!

And back to our scheduled program...

Yup, it’s that time again. The time no one wants to experience but the world forces all of us to anyway. Why can’t the normal day start three…. five… eight hours later than it does now?? Methinks more teenagers would hate the world less.

The pure hatred that is associated with this time of day usually scares away whatever the deep parts of me noggin were trying to tell me the night before. I’m horrible at remembering dreams. Apparently Conscious and Subconscious have communication issues…

Every now and then, I’ll have a dream so awesome/freaky/off-the-wall that Subconscious won’t give up until I remember it. She sneaks in the dream-memories at random times during the day. And it all comes rushing back. I love these peace offerings.

Remembering dreams half way through the day is amazing. It’s a spark of happiness and bedtime in the middle of chaos. How much more frolicsome can you get!?

The Fifth Spoke

Well, if your hand was a wheel, that is.

I’m talking about your pinkie finger. All the other fingers seem to have a purpose or a job. Ring finger holds rings and supports the hand. Middle finger is the strength of the hand. Pointer finger is good for precision and direction. Thumb is what sets us apart from EVERYTHING (apparently), despite not being a finger.

Pinkie just goes numb at the worse times, and gets pencil/blood/marker/pen smudges after you worked so hard to make everything pretty.

Yet, putting all the Pinkie bashing aside for a moment, there are a couple legitimate uses for this fifth spoke.

Pinkie makes us fancy!

Pinkie holds books open for us!

Pinkie digs deep!

So remember: Pinkie is a very important part of you. Pinkie is your friend. Love Pinkie.

Ambassador

There are foreign people among us. It’s a fact of life. And I’m not talking about ONLY here. People travel; it’s part of our nature. We have nomadic hearts.

Normally these nomads aren’t really noticeable. Unless they’re sporting the visor and fanny pack look.

It is up to the natives to steer these adventure loving spirits in the right direction. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, right? Well, someone was in Rome, and I was the Roman today. I didn’t know something as simple as telling someone “four of “those coins” make a dollar” would make me feel so much like a representative.

Well, as far as this man knew, I was a representative...

Seasons Change

There are a few good things that come in summer. I mean, Summer Break, anyone!? The glaringly obvious downside (for me, at least) is the heat.

The moment I can put away the shorts and comfortably wear long pants again is the happiest day of the year.