A Conversation, or 3+4=7 (DCB reference), or the Diary of Life

me: ok so you want to know what just happened

nick: i just clicked on your box to type you something...
and then you already said something else

me: ok you tell me first then

i'm sure you thought of it first, but i was too quick for you so i beat you to it
[redacted because it's not very nice]
nick: hold on, that does sound interesting

me: shut up

so i sold my couch today
nick: congratulations

[redacted because it's not interesting or funny]

me: yeah i suppose

ok so now it's my turn to tell you my story

nick: hit me.

me: so i had been a little jumpy when my phone went off in the past 5 minutes

but then my speaker started making noise like my phone was going to ring

and i noticed, and then my phone rang, and my heart skipped like 3 beats and i said out loud "freaking a"

and nobody's here

but I HAD NOTICED and i still jumped

nick: ...that was possibly the most confusing story.

me: really?

nick: so your phone didnt ring, but then it did? and then you jumped?

what
me: it did ring

no this is what happened

my mom texted me, and i jumped a lil

nick: why

is your phone scary?

me: b/c i'm jumpy! and then she texted me AGAIN, and before it came through and the sound was made and it vibrated, the speaker started being fuzzy

and i thought to myself "i bet my phone will ring"

and then it DID ring

and i jumped a LOT and shouted "Freaking AAAA!"

and no, my phone is not scary

nick: hahaha

you need to journal that story. if anything from your life is worth passing down through generations, its that story.

me: ok i'll put it in my blog

nick: hah good

me: actually i'll just put this whole conversation in

oh crap, i cant

the [redacted because it's not very nice] should not be preserved

dang it nick, you screwed everything up

nick: hahah well just edit that part out

me: it wont make sense then

bc the first thing you say is that you were going to say something, and then i will edit
out everything you said
[redacted because it's not interesting]

nick: i was actually be facetious

factitious?
me: no you were right

nick: i was being snide.

me: facetious

what?!? you?!?

nick: snarky is probably my favorite adjective

or snarkily as an adverb

if i was on a spelling bee team, we'd be called the snarks

me: yeah i could see that

haha

only a spelling team?

can i be on the snarks?

i'm a grade-A speller

one time my cousin and i were going to be in a talent show and she said "what can you do?" and the only thing i could think of was "i can spell!"

nick: well what other team would appreciate the snarks?

haha

me: it's true

nick: thats awesome

me: yeah, she didn't think so

nick: that is entry 2 to your diary of life

me: she was like cmon janel there must be something you can do... and i was like, nope.

nick: how old were you

me: um, 14

nick: this wasnt in college?

oh wow, i was thinking like 8

well you could have always fought in a battle of wits

thats talent show quality

put on a suit of armor and verbally berate some 14 year olds

me: that is brilliant. i would wax the floor with the spittle from their braces-filled mouths

nick: haha spittle


Nick, I can't thank you enough for the constant inspiration you are to me. For example, the above snippet of conversation.

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