Okay I'm not actually famous.
BUT
something cool happened.
So there's this website, cleanfunnypics.com, and they post, uh, well, clean, funny pictures. At least, I'm assuming that's what they do. There's no way to know for sure.
The point is, look what was on their website:
Confused about why this makes me famous? Well, well, well . . . take a looksie at this past post, then come back. Take a good long look. Click RIGHT HERE
Okay, did you see it? LEGIT right?
I'm going to tell my future children about this one day.
I don't really like drinking soda very much, but I love the feeling of holding a cold pop can in my hand.
I hate it when it gets too hot because I love cruising with the windows down. You don't roll down the windows when the air conditioning is running full blast to make sure your clothes aren't drenched with sweat by the time you get to work.
Unless you're like me, and your air conditioning barely works. Woot!
But then when you cruise with the windows down your hair blows everywhere and it's kind of a safety hazard because it gets stuck in front of your glasses and you can't see anything. Maybe I should just get a haircut.
And now I just feel like I should share something personal with you all. My brother just got home from his mission less than a week ago ( I feel like it would be proper to explain the concept of an LDS mission for blog readers who are not familiar with my faith, but it would be extremely boring and redundant for the majority of my followers, so I won't go there as of right now). I wouldn't normally do this, but here's the last email I sent him:
"Hey Kaal, you're LESS THAN A WEEK AWAYAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I should get a camera because that's what hipsters do, they take photos with cameras, not just Instagram (yeah I said it).
But I'm not trying to be a hipster that would be weird what are you talking about whaaa?
That Thing You Do! Is the next movie on your list if you haven't seen it. You know when people in movies find their true love and they're all "Now I know what I was missing all this time! Why couldn't you have come into my life sooner?!" Well that's how this movie was for me. No joke. We'll probably have an emotional and dramatic obstacle in our rushed but oh-so-sure love. Maybe my dad will be disapproving. But in the end we'll end up together because it's just meant to be, despite the odds working against us.
Seriously. Saw it for the first time a couple weeks ago (WHY DID IT TAKE SO LONG FOR ME TO SEE IT) and it will forever be a favorite!
This is a good summer song.
Why? Because I was cruising with my windows rolled down one day and it came on the radio just when I was thinking about the windows being rolled down! Way to be, Amos Lee.
This is about birds, mostly.
I almost hit a bird the other day. But I didn't!
Okay it's not actually about birds, it's about Twitter.
Cause, you see, I got a twitter account...
so like, if you have twitter, follow me, or something.
Yep that's about it.
A-money was taken, but A-moneyGlazedDonut was too long, so I ended up with some supes dece abbreves.
If you don't have twitter, feel free to ignore this. But if you want updates on hilarious things my little bro says, you might want to consider making an account. Juuuuust sayin.
I miss winter.
And yes, I have a right to say that, because you didn't hear me this winter saying "I WANT SUMMER SO BAD!"
I wanna wear sweats and fuzzy socks.
I wanna go skiing and afterwards drink some hot chocolate.
Eating popsicles is great, but I'm perfectly content feeling like a popsicle myself if it means I can go skiing.
But hey, this is a g-rated blog, so that means I should have a positive attitude, right? Actually that has nothing to do with it, but there are good things about summer, too.
I think holes in socks are cute. Except if the hole is too big, and on the heel. Because then your foot sticks to the ground when you walk on hard wood or tile or linoleum.
I don't like the smell of paint, or gasoline, or spearmint.
The smell of freshly cut grass is just okay. I don't love it.
Controversial political issues, political figures, etc.
Don't even ask, because we will both end up more confused than when we started.
I don't like the kind of nacho cheese that you get at a concession stand at a football game or a baseball game.
I think poetry is really, really hard to focus on.
I think being aware of the people around you trumps arrogance any day.
I love ripping tin foil and opening Babybel cheese and opening a milk jug for the first time.
But opening yogurt containers is stressful.
I think being famous wouldn't be fun. Not. At. All.
Enjoying life is more important than getting everything perfectly exactly right all the time always.
Mops are yucky and gross and nasty.
The smell of bubble gum makes me think of the dentist.
I think exaggerations and understatements are funny but being straightforward is valuable and I think if you have a problem with something you should complain about it to the people who actually have control over it.
And I think some things are more fun to write than to read. Maybe I'm wrong. You tell me.
