Well the davenport (abby) and I finally moved in together. kind of. I guess technically I am living on our friend Riva's couch until we can work out the bogus bed we bought off craig's list and until the person whose room we are taking gets her stuff out (would be nice), but probably sometime tomorrow it will be official.
Our friendship has never made a whole lot of sense, but only in trying to move in together have I fully realized how ridiculous it all is. something about fish and birds...
I think I'm the fish.
("Hweeeee....want to give me an example?"-Andrew Beck)
well, like yesterday trying to move stuff around so we could atleast sleep on the floor I somehow ended up stuffing shoes into this ridiculous hanging shoe contraption of Abby's that crinkles when you touch it like a bib at the dentist's.
my shoes: 1 pair of dress shoes, running shoes, flip-flops (no vans...sniff sniff...--see March 5th posting).
Abby's shoes: freaking fifty million.
Abby calls my music "ballads of the drugged-up lost soul". her music gives me flashbacks to EZ listening with Delilah in Julie Thompson's mother's car on the way to High School,
interspersed with waves of nausea.
me: Indian food, sushi, independent film
abby:
Friday's, Disney channel specials
we both like NPR
I guess you get the idea. what amazes me is that we somehow still enjoy eachother so much. I think it has something to do with the way Abby, for all her straight-lacedness, swears at bad traffic. that and our mutual delight in mocking ourselves and eachother.
School ends this week. my job (Kittergirls) ends with this month. then it's really hard to say. I am still planning on coming back to good old Provo next January, probably for a semester. so woo hoo! bust out the wasabe
