Philip Flop

I'm sitting behind Philip right now (at CCM) and am tempted to cut his long luscious hair. Every time I see him, I tell him to cut that shiz off.

I remember one time, Tina and I came back with Phil to SD from DB (DB!) our freshman year. Right when we exited the freeway, Phil remembered he forgot something at home.

Phil - Oh shoot, I left my brush at home.
You - Aw, he left his tooth brush at home.
NO! He left his hair brush at home!
Tina - You can borrow mine.
Phil - Oh, really??
Tina - Yeah, just give it back to me at the end of the week.
Phil - Oh, thanks so much, Tina.

Oh Philip Flop!

A couple of years ago, I asked him how long it took to get his hair ready. He said 30 minutes. Or that's what I remember. I'll ask him once CCM is over.

I'm writing this down because lately, I can't remember any exciting/interesting things that occurred in my day.
"Maybe nothing interesting/exciting happened," you say.
NO!! You're wrong. Every day for the past 2 weeks I remember saying "Oh! I have to blob about this later tonight when I get access to the internet." But once I get to a computer, I forget what I wanted to blob about. Maybe I"ll carry a fanny pack and keep pens and notecards in there.

Jeanne told me that Robin Durden once tried bringing back fanny packs. But it never caught on.

Who wants to buy me a fanny pack?

Remember those emergency packs during elementary school? Those things were heavy and I never used them. I wonder if I really could have survived a disaster at the age of 7 with my emergency fanny pack.

This blob seems to go on and on so I'll stop here.

But really I hope something exciting/funny happens tomorrow so you could laugh with me.






CCM just ended and I asked Phil how long it takes to do his hair.
Phil - 10 minutes.
Me - Didn't it used to take you 30 minutes?
Phil didn't hear me...or so I thought.
Me - Didn't it used to take you 30 minutes, Phil?
Phil - What are you talking about?
Me - Didn't it use to--nm.