To Robin: I Miss Your Dumb Face

It's been approximately five days since I last saw you, and 15 minutes since we last spoke on the phone. I really do miss your dumb face.

The house is remarkably empty without you here to eat all of our cheese and occupy the best spot on the couch. I didn't think you would leave such a hole, but you do. And it sucks. And I miss that stupid face of yours.

I'm feeling really dramatic right now. I watched the waves rolling in and hung my head, adding my own tears to the rough sea that is my emotion. Things will never be the same.

Just like the old times, Robin. Just like the old times.

Sarcastic asshole-ness aside (mostly) I have a lot of things to tell you. But I don't have many visual aids to accompany them. (Not only do I miss your face, but I also miss that nice camera you have.) Hopefully my future posts will be a bit nicer to look at. Speaking of nice to look at, this blog is not that. It is ug-ly! And I am looking at you, madame (f)art major.

Okay, into the tragic story of my life without you:

I'm going to try to start from a few weeks ago when I left for Canada. I know that we talked about my trip  a bit, but I have some more stories to tell you. For example, the time I fell into the pool with all my clothes on. It was quite a spectacle. You know how Tom runs across the pool when it's covered with a tarp? I tried this out and it when hilariously. First off, it was a very gloomy day. Secondly, I was wearing my only set of dry/clean clothes. Thirdly, I have nowhere near the amount of leg-strength to run across that thing. Every step I took my feet sank a bit until I was waist-deep in the pool with the tarp wrapped around me like a very wet and restrictive blanket. Picture someone running down stairs, except the stairs are actually a pool. That was me.
It took half an hour to return everything to normal. Janelle and Tom were not too pleased.

Speaking of Janelle, we are now pen pals. Well, kind of. Mostly we are corresponding via Facebook, but it's really fun. Do you remember her from last year? She's actually one of the funniest people ever. Like, check out these photos she sent:

That's her with the Northern Lights.

.....And in the middle of a lightning storm.

It's a fun time.

......So I think I've told you most of the things about Canada already. Hmm.....

Onwards!

Today Tom and I decided to go without internet (until now I guess), and we ended up making a very complicated arrangement of the Tetris theme song on fiddle and guitar. It is really quite amusing. Then we played Smash-Up while listening to Jesus Christ Superstar on my turntable.

We ate at the SoHo for dinner, and this is what my fortune said:

"A woman who strives to be equal to a man lacks ambition. Ouch!"

Isn't that the best thing ever? Like, this was in a fortune cookie. Ouch!

We all had a good laugh at it, and it is now one of my most prized possessions. Besides those roller skates you got, which I have now claimed for my own. THEY ARE SO MUCH FUN.
I was wearing them yesterday while I practiced my fiddle and Dad suggested that I do that down the walking path. Can you imagine? I think Tom should accompany me on guitar and skateboard, and maybe Samantha on a scooter and keytar. It should be a thing.

Oh yeah, how could I forget? I've been watching Stella's baby for the past few days. OHMYGOD she is so cute. Except for when she's crying for hours on end. I've taken to calling her Tamika. I think you know why.


I've been listening to this song a lot:


It's a good'un.


Well it's late and I have that dang lovely infant again tomorrow.

Far thee well, bitch.

Three middle fingers in a row,

Magalloway

P.S. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEY2Ko8PE9o

I put it on your ipod under "colossal fossil." YOU ARE WELCOME.