Monday, January 21, 2008

Lunch Time xD
Jess- -sits down on couch and takes a bite of my Chicken Salad Sandwhich- "Ewwwwwwww."
Britt- -looks up from playing the wii-"What?"
Jess- "The tomato doesn't taste good."
Britt- "Oh." -goes back to playing wii-
Jess- -picks off the tomato and frowns- "Its still in the chicken!" -takes the tomato out of the chicken- "There." -looks at the bread-"Ewwwww, its on the bread too." -wipes the tomato off of the bread- "Eh, its still there!"
Britt- -looks up from the wii again-
Jess- -hits the bread on the plate- "Get off!" -tomato comes off- "Thats better." -takes bite- "Ugh, it tastes like tuna! And its looks like tuna."
Britt- "Enjoying your tuna sandwhich?"
Jess- -whimpers- "Its chicken."
Jess- -walks to garbage and throws something away-
Britt- "What was that?"
Jess- "An ugly peice of chicken."
Britt- "......An ugly peice of chicken?"
Jess- "......I don't eat ugly food."
Both- -laughing-

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Today I went orinenteering, and we split up into two groups. The one I was in finshed in 28 minutes. The other group however... Took 1 hour and 5 minutes. The funny thing? We called them up in the car and asked them where they were.

Michelle: "Hey, Where are you guys?"
Amanda: "Down at the beach."
Michelle: "What?! You guys shouldn't be anywhere near the beach!" (we did the same course as them)
Amanda: "-in the background: See, I told you Morgan!-

Later on when we found them, we told them where the sixth control was. We had to go find them. So, me and Jess hoped out of the car and ran after them. Little did we know, they had gone back up a different way. So, we ended up on the beach. Ironic huh?

Funny

My sis and I got into an argument and finally she was like "Your Mom"
And I was like "...."
"You did not just go there."
And she was like "Yuh I did."
And I was like "Your Dad."
And she was like "Your step Dad."
And I was like "Your step mom"
And she was like "Your eight siblings"
And I was like "......Theres Nine."
And she was like "....."

Monday, January 7, 2008

Poem

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I'm not there, I do not sleep,
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints of snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumns rain,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.