i went to clinton today. it was fun, only rob was late picking me up because he's a jerk. but i'm over it. we flew kites, and i met his brother nick (who is like... a hybrid of rob and nick kanellis. it was scary.) and got to hang out with rhyn (aww, i heart rhyn. they played incredibly violent video games, while i watched and pretended not to find it entertaining (dear god, SO violent). oh, before i forget, i'm trying to stop saying "oh dear god" because it drives me crazy. stupid heather (i mean, billy jean) trying to take over the world, one person at a time. sheana said i should start swearing like her... which is to say, not swearing, but saying "mother of PEARL!" and random stuff like that. it's SO funny when she's mad at something, she yells all these random things.. hehe. uhm.... what else? *thinks* i can't remember, i didnt' really write anything down about today except for quotes. so, here are the quotes. enjoy. oh, in reference to the kites. rhyn's had a picture of a crouching tiger on it. nick's was a dragon, rob's was a mutant pterydactyl and mine had butterflies. later, rhyn and i watched nick and rob fly these neato bi-plane kites. they were so cool. and these random old people sat in their car and watched us for like... 40 minutes. yeah, anywho, quotes.


"when compared to a buffaloo, i'm actually quite clever"
~ryhn


"give him a break, he's a crouching tiger, he's not comfortable flying!"
~rhyn


"Hey, that plane's all envious of us!"
~rob


"it's like a plane mating dance."
~rob or nick...


rob: *gasp* that plane dropped a bomb!
nick: "that's a bird.
rob: *pause* no, it's a baby plane! awww


"mmmmm bland flavor"
~rhyn


nick: *tries to inflate kite package by blowing in it, just fogs up the plastic*
rob: did that actually do *anything*?
nick: it gave it that mysterious look.
~nick and rob


"do you remember when we took gramma on the bumpiest road in the world, and she didn't break or anything?"
~rob


"watch it, or i'll squeeze you with my massive thighs"
~nick


nick: hey, give me a drink
rhyn: *holds out jar of salsa*
nick: uh... not of salsa... a drink!
rob: hey now nicky, don't drink and drive!


rob: the dryer's glowing, it looks like it's possessed.
nick: yeah, it scares me at night *sniffle*


"why'd it die me?!"
~rhyn