I just bought James Morrison's "You Give Me Something" off iTunes. I just came to the realization that this guys voice is like a hybrid between Ray LaMontagne's and Justin Timberlake. The song is at the very least, cheesy and over-the-top but whenever I hear it in Starbuck's I secretly want to scream along:"YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU give meeeeeeeeeeeee sometttttthhhaaaaaaaaaaan'" at the top of my lungs to the poor, unknowing baristas. Like I said earlier, don't judge me.
Yesterday my parents hosted a bbq. It was such a good time. My cousins came over, whom I have so much respect for and feel constantly entertained by. Olivia and Luke are 16 now (almost 17!) and are growing up to be free thinkers, caring and honest, great sense of humor, good hearted people. They really are mature and beyond their years for 16, which is amazing because I think personally, where I was emotionally at 16, well... they seem to have their acts together. After burgers and cake we brought the frisbee downstairs and played for a bit. I saw my mom watching and she later confessed it made her nostalgic, the days when Sary and I would play hide and seek with the boys on the court. I can't believe I'm going to type this but, I think she wants grandbabies. But she's smart enough to know not to hold her breath just yet. Especially when some of us have only recently graduated from playing hide and seek on the court to playing kickball at the park.
I start school in a little over 7 weeks or so. If you want to hang out, call me before then. I have a feeling my schedule won't be as flexible or forgiving until I finish the program.
The A's lost tonight. That's eight in a row. If someone could make the call and be sure they turn things around when I'm there in person tomorrow, I'd be ever so grateful.
