There's a funny thing about me and Lydia. Although, it's probably funnier about her than about me, but I think it's pretty darn amusing all the same. You see, Lydia and I are squealers. As in, we squeal. Not happy squeals (well, I don't and I'm pretty sure she doesn't), but when we screw something up, we squeal. For example, when I drop something, I squeal. Every time. When I walk into something, I squeal. When we're playing Round Robin and we drop the paddle wierd or something like that, we squeal. I s'pose that if you don't know either of us, it's not funny. It might even be annoying (probably, in fact). But it's grossly ironic (or maybe just more funny than ironic) that the two of us are by far the biggest tom-boys (and she much more than me) and least girly of all the girls we know. And yet, we're the squealers. I haven't always squealed though, and I'm not real sure where I picked it up from. Possibly Sarah Doyle, but I don't think I've spent enough time around her to pick up something that I do frequently. It's possible that I got it from Jennifer Hamilton. But she's not that big of a squealer. My only other guess is Neda, my quasi-roommate from the summer. I can't specifically remember her being a squealer, but I would not in the least bit be surprised if she was one. And we certainly picked things up from each other (haha, she went home saying "That's outstanding" a ton, like I did all summer). Or maybe I just picked it up from Lydia, who got it from someone else. Ehhh, who knows.
- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 8:16 PM