Bumby and Other Things

I know I said in my last post that I was intent on becoming separate from the world, and that my social drive has been taken away, but obviously that is not completely true. For one, I love my friends. Especially when they are completely kooky and undisclosed. For example. Katie, one of my three room-mates is really weird. She sings songs in strange, foreign voices, and I just sit on the couch wondering what the hull is going on. Lets face it: I love it. It reminds me of my kooky family, and my kooky inner self that I am sometimes too shy to reveal to people in my life. And then there's Katie's boyfriend, Tyler. Tyler happens to be one of the new members of my "Favorite People" list, a list that consists of non-best/good friends; a list of people that I don't know very well, but have a great desire to get to know better; a list of people that make me laugh hysterically; a list of people I am always happy to see. Other people included on this exclusive list are: a freshman boy named Stephen who is basically adoorbell, and lights up a room, my friend Cory or Cornelius who I went on European Quarter with and who is one of the most loving persons I know, and JJ my small group leader's husband who cracks me up always and forever. Side note: interesting how these are all of the male persuasion. So Tyler is fantastic. He sewed a sweater for me-- because I am lamez and do not know how to-- and we basically tease the hull out of each other, especially on the subject of how I have "crushes" on a few boys that are younger than me... And he says he does as well, and we both give each other weird looks. Tonight we (Katie, Tyler, Moorea, Emily) were in the library together, and I'm pretty sure everyone on the second floor was pizzed off at us for being so loud and disruptive. But I love Moorea, especially when we make fun of blatantly-Christian artist-voices... You know that guy singer in ThirdDay? Man, his voice is stupid! And side note, I found out that Ernest Hemingway had a little boy named Bumby. Bumby. Ah-mazing. Because when you see the picture of him you will probably say, "oh, he is sooo a Bumby." Finally, there is Stacey. Today we talked about... boners. Oh my word, boners are a true mystery to us females, and so we sat for awhile, expressing how thankful we were that we never had to endure those embarrassing things.