I fell up the stairs today while walking to an 11 o'clock class in Dwinelle. I wasn't even in a huge hurry, just sort of a determined gait. I do this a lot. Now I have a scratch on my foot and a bruised knee (but I have innumerable other little scars here and there from doing just the same sort of thing.) I'm 19 and a half years old. You know what? It astounds me that after nearly two decades' worth of experience in the art of ambulation I have yet to master it. Ghastly. Simply Ghastly. The only other event that could possibly eclipse this was Mr. Bohman's little escapade last spring (hi Erik!) For those of you who don't know (and probably wouldn't because you live thousands of miles away and therefore will never meet the afore-mentioned Mr.Bohman, so don't worry Erik!) he had the peculiar experience of falling out of his own shoes one day on the way to the gym and landing sprawled out on his stomach. I wasn't there, but I would've given my right arm to see something like that... hehe. (We all love you Erik, and now you're a legend! woohoo!) At least Erik is a proficient walker. Myself, I will try just a bit harder to perfect that a little...

And so I leave you...

One foot, other foot, one foot, other foot, one foot, other foot....

I have a hard time figuring out what to do with myself sometimes. Maybe that's what this is for. Anyway, I wanted to say hi to my friend Sarah...hi Sarah! We go way back...to like fifth grade. We used to ride bikes and play Mall Madness with our other partner in crime Deborah. (Remember that game? it was great...I'll have to get me one for when I'm old and bored...Sale at the Fashion Boputique! Ching Ching!) She reminded me of something that I think is pretty funny...want to know what type of a kid I was? Well, one hot summer day just a little while before I moved to California we were having a grand old time hanging out in my room. Want to know what we were doing? Do you remember those little people books? Mr. Happy? Miss Tiny? Mr. Noisy? There was a whole series of them...the characters were always simple sort of shapish little guys, all solid-colored. Sarah and I sat there drinking Dr. Pepper (which is still the definitive coolest in carbonated beverage, I might add) innocently enough. Until we got our hands on my sister's set of these books. We began reading them to each other and within the half hour we were in the midst of rolling, tear-jerking storm of hilarity. Mind you, I think I was 14. It was wonderful, it really was! I'm glad I had great friends to humor me back then :) I miss ya, Sarah. I'll come visit sometime...

And that's what sort of kid I was...quirky....