Shameless Plug

So I have this friend Christine...

She's really cool in the weirdest way possible. She has rats, for example. Also, she brings them to church. In a CARRYING CASE. That is not even a little bit normal...but I still love her.

Christine is incredibly smart; she can work with both her right AND her left hemisphere, so even though she nearly gave herself an ulcer doing it, she graduated from KAMSC. I, on the other hand, was more in touch with my soul, so I dropped and enjoyed my life during high school. That's not the point, though. The point is that my genius friend can do all of the math-y, science-y stuff that makes me break out in cold chills, but she can also write and appreciate good literature and...stuff.

Anyway, she recently admitted to me that she read this! It meant a lot to me, because she's showing support to me not only as one of her best friends, but also as a writer. The problem is that she, along with everyone else in my near vicinity, gets highly offended when they don't get a personalized blog every so often [yes, Jackie, I will write you a Top 10. And an FML. Everyone stay calm]. So, just because she is hard at work planning the ultimate adventure for us that may or may not come to fruition [given our recent luck, we don't have high hopes, but we're crossing our fingers nonetheless], I figured the least I could do was whip out a post in a couple minutes to placate/encourage her in her selfless endeavors.

Now, Christine, wouldn't you agree that this would be better if I had something to actually say, aside from the fact that I adore you? Wouldn't this be better if written deep in the jungles of Thailand? I'm just saying....

Do you feel better now? Good...I meant everything I said... NOW GET BACK TO WORK ON MAKING MY SUMMER FABULOUS!!!

Hehehe...just kidding, sweetums. Love you.