Marshall and Marty Memories

Jul. 14th, 2008 02:45 pm
Eggo Waffles. What happened to those babies? I am going to buy some.

Jul. 13th, 2008 04:23 pm I feel poo-like.
So I am not feeling to well. I am on medicine that makes me feel rather sick and restless....oh well. So while I found myself feeling like poo I said to myself "you're sick as dog." But then I started thinking what does that mean? Are dogs ever that sick and where the heck did the expression come from? I feel it would be better stated as "you're sick as a newbie at sea" or something like that..... well I feel another wave of crappiness coming on but this was just food for thought.

Jul. 11th, 2008 03:01 pm
"IT'S BACON!!!!!!!!" What ever happened to those good ole Bacon Strips commercials with the cute doggie?.....

Jul. 11th, 2008 08:13 am Memories
Memory......two in fact from freshman year.

First one : Nursing application are due in 3-4 days and stress levels are running high. I have writer block worse than ever before and essential have the break down of all break down. I waddle down to the boys room....when I step into doorway sobbing, mars looks at me and says "get your shoes on and pack up your nursing crap." I did what I was told will little resistance and before I knew it we were walking down the streets of Parkland to Marty's house. When we get there and Marty opens the door he doesn't even second guess why I am there. Just says "hello love" and lets us in. Marty's house is crazy if you haven't be there. Trinkets everywhere and book shelves cover the walls from ceiling to floor. It a cozy weird little house......So Mars walks me to the back room of the house where there's a cluttered library/office. You could barely see the computer in the corner. He tells me to sit down, open my nursing essays and start pecking away while he and Marty sit in the living room doing his homework. That night I was the neediest that I can ever remember. Stressed beyond all comprehension, feeling lonely, terrified of all my nursing uncertainties. I am glad I had two friends there to help comfort me.
I was writing an essay on whether or not tragedy has purpose or not and was struggle with an introducton. Marty suggested looking up some definitions so he pulls numerous, ancient books off of the shelves and started flipping through them. I don't know how or when it happened but when we went to put the books back one had had the corner chewed off of it by Marty's dog. I think it was one of the funniest things I have ever seen! Marty standing over that dog yelling while the dog just looked back at with a smirk on its face. I don't remember how the night ended. No recollection if we walked back or stayed there. I just remember that everything was calm.

Second: One queen size bed, 500 blankets (perfectly layed out by Marty), and 5 people smashed side to side for a memorable sleep over. I found myself on the edge of the matress which was lying on the floor. Marty next to me while poor Charles was smashed directly in the middle between the two giants (meanind Marty and Marshall). We all layed there laughing our butts off at the just stupid things but it was amazing. We all feel asleep to Marty, Mars, and Charles singing lullabies. They harmonize beautifully and marty has the voice of an angel. That's the last thing I remember....

Jul. 10th, 2008 03:04 pm Oh Harry Potter!
I feel that you have left me high and dry this summer. Every summer you had a new story for me to read. A tale I could read 5 times one right after the other always finding something new.....But this summer you aren't here! I miss the suspense! I miss struggling through work because I am sleep deprived from the night before when I stayed up until 4am to finish the chapter I was on! The seventh book came and went promising no sequel however I still had hope you'd pop out of the blue just one more time. I guess I just have to come to terms that you won't be coming back to me. I may reread the stories you have kindly shared with me however it's just not the same! I miss my summer love...