mom-n-me conversation...

this is how a conversation between me and my mom went via email after she sent me some pictures of her trip to hawaii [including a picture of her foot... did i mention i hate feet?] this is all taking place while i'm trying to finish my theology paper... that's right... 12 hours later and i'm barely two pages ahead of where i was last night/this morning... [my mom is in bold]

if you thought those pictures would make me feel better you were sadly
mistaken. they just made me jealous that i'm stuck here writing a
freaking theology paper. and the foot picture... i almost threw up.
yeah... i noticed the picture. disgusting.
love love

gary took the foot picture, he thought it was a neat shot with the black
sand, but then we decided you REALLY needed to see that picture!!

i didn't even notice the black sand because i was so grossed out by the foot. it's a shame... really. i'm in tears.
i may have to be institutionalized before the day is over...
just sayin' :)

you are killing me!!!!! Maybe you should just make a career in comedy,
you could probably make more money........

i mean i've been told i should do stand-up. i could probably make more
money than doing Jesus work. however, i think ditching my career for Jesus, for
a career of semi-inappropriate jokes in a bar would not be to His
liking. just a thought. but i got jokes... i got lots of them. some
people have knowledge. some people have stupidity. me... i have mad
skills in the jokes/sarcasm area. i could go for days...
you think i could do a theology paper on sarcasm?? i think i would
probably be done by now if that were the case. i would get a 100 for
sure on that paper!

OMG YOU ARE CRACKING ME UP!!!! [yes my mother says OMG]

OMG BFF! OMG THEOLOGY SUCKS! wait... can i say theology sucks? is that being
a heretic? do i even know what the word heretic means?
i think i smell... in fact... i'm pretty sure a shower should be in my future. OBU
boys don't like smelly OBU girls... but this OBU girl doesn't really like
any OBU boys. therefore maybe the smell is a good mechanism for fending
off weird OBU boys.

i think i'm getting out of control.

I think you need Xanax,a long nap, and some good home cookin'

i think i need to beat up someone that gets on my nerves. i need people to stop using you're and your interchangably. to stop using their, there, and they're interchangeably. and for people to understand cafe is NOT short for cafeteria. caf is short for cafeteria. cafe just means cafe, and probably decent coffee. cafeteria means you could get decent food [like the fantastic grilled cheese i just scarfed down], or it could mean you get leftover bbq pork from yesterdays sandwiches to put on a taco shell. this is all i thought of the 10-15 minutes that i took for lunch. :)


this is typically how our conversations go if we aren't fighting. i could totally write a book.