memoirs: the name for a collection of memories.

So, i went and saw The Help. The
book was good. And, so was the movie.
I was a blubbering fool.
Srrssly. The movie was sad. But, inspiring.
Jason even called his mom. To recommend the movie.
Not because he was sad.

And Chad broke the chair he was sitting in.
During the credits he was moving
the arm rest up and down.
And then...
bam, it broke. And, he hid it under the chair.
He really did feel bad. But, what were we to do? It was in the
$2.00 movies. So, if you go to Provo. And, you go to the
$2.00 movie theater, and you sit in a broken chair. In Theater 8, you can blame
me.

At church the next day, I was in the bathroom.
And I think a Snuffaluffagus lives in the Marb basement.
Because, lanta! Did someone blow their nose.
I've been there. Where your nose just seems plugged.
but nostrils? yeah. they are completely CLEAN.
So you keep blowing. And it makes the noise of an erupting volcano.
And, what do you get out of it? Not even a smidgen of snot.

My best friend, Docious [melanie] is getting married in a month.
She has marriageitis.
a real disease.
more serious than senioritis.
she cant concentrate on homework.
well you know what? i also have a serious, real disease.
it is called friendlessitis. it happens when so many of your close friends
are wedding themselves that you are having anxieties about being
friendless.
I am so excited for her. But, I just keep remember all of the good times we have had.

For example, when we were in charge of a pudding drop. And, well. We got 15 ft.
ladders and put them in the middle of the Basketball court.
And then had people climb up, blindfolded. With a bowl of pudding.
And, drop it onto someone's face who was laying down on the ground.
And, one of the bowls dropped. And pudding splattered all over melanie.
in front of the whole school.

Or when we tried to make HUGE pirate hats out of butcher paper. And,
it didn't really work. But, we decided to give them away anyways.
And then we ended up asking Skyler and Rex to Sweethearts with them.
And then we wore ugly semiformals from DI to the dance.
And we went to Golden Corral for dinner. [because what is more tacky than a buffet like golden corral]
and we brought table cloths and candelabras.
Then Rex stole a pineapple.
And it was the center of all our pictures.
And melanie stuffed rolls into her purse.
And I peed my pants. [imagine that].
So we had to stop at my house.
And I had to change my dress. Luckily, I had an abundance of ugly dresses.

Or how everyday in PLT we would sit. And i would play with her hair. And we would talk.
And talk.

Well, now she is going to be a Mrs.
Mind-boggling.

As I am writing this my friend, Aubrey, is writing a paper on a ballet performance she went to.
She asked me the question, "what do you call a male ballet dancer?"
the only answer i could come up with is Flamer.
If you can help us out on that... we are still looking for a ballerino name for the males who
prance around in tights.

Have to go paint the marriott center.
chat chat later,
Billy