Sappy moment time!

I've even Chinese soap opera music in the background to accompany.
So maybe you guys can't hear it, since it's in my house (blame it on the gramma), but it's loud over here.
Loud.

So back before school ended in May, my friend who I shall only address as The Fox wrote me a letter. She wrote all of her close friends a letter, but it's still special, okay? And because you all love me and totally care about what I have to say, here's the letter. Ahe-ahe-ahem.

A Letter to Michelle 5/26/10
Dear Michelle,
Looking out over a crowd, it's easy to find the one person who stands out. That person is you.
The one person unafraid to stand alone, the one person who won't give up. The one person who can go wild on a dance floor, and the one brave person who charges into battle on their own.
You're gorgeous, beautiful, and clever. But what I admire most in you is your bravery. You're FEARLESS. Still, coming with your bravery will be problems. Fights you can't win. Remember this: standing alone can earn you respect, but if you push too hard in life, you'll find yourself standing alone for good.
Know what you have already, and don't go looking more. Value all you hold in your hand.
Dream BIG and go FAR.
Just don't leave me behind.

<3 [no, like an actual heart, not the text heart thingy]
[the actual name of said friend]

Anyways, there's sappy time. And bye-bye sappy time.
Sigh.
I love Foxy. *tear slips down face*
Of course, the tear thing would never actually happen. I was watching Season 6 Episode 1 of Grey's Anatomy on my phone this morning, the one where [SPOILER ALERT] George dies and Izzy wakes up and everyone's all bitter and morose and downright depressed, and I didn't even tear up. Alright, maybe a little. A teensy bit.
My point: I never cry at movies/TV/etc. It's technically not real. I mean, it feels real, but hey--I didn't even cry when Dumbledore died in Harry Potter! (Book and movie, fellas. Booya.)
And technically, that wasn't a spoiler, because if you don't know that already, that's just sad.

Alright, I'm gonna leave now. Because this is getting as awkward as my phone coversation with Kolencherry last night.
ME: ...and so I'll call you when Phoenix calls me.
HER: Yeah, okay.
ME: Okay.
HER: Ohhhhkay.
ME: *cough* Yup. Okay.
HER: Alrighty.
ME: Yeah.
[silence]
ME: Okay, then see you.
HER: Oh, yeah, bye.
ME: Buh-bye.
HER: Uh huh.
[silence]
ME: Seriously, bye. [hangs up]

Yeahhh, I'm not so smooth in the telephone call area. But when it comes to real life--ka-pow! I'm as smooth as yo momma's leg after I shave it for her. *wink*
Alright, yeah, that...that wasn't even...I'll leave now.

DAM IT I'M-SUCH-A-LOSER ALL,
BEAVER

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I just did a keyboard glissando.
Like a piano glissando, except on the keyboard.
Booya.

Anyhoo, I'm a mega mofo when it comes to editing. I'm helping TK with her new project, "Oh, the Life of a Kolencherry". It's awesome. It has a guy named Cole in it. And a girl named India.
I've always wanted to name my children after countries. I.e., India, Korea, Afghanistan.
Maybe not the last one.
Whatever.

Aghified. That's like "Agh", but -ified. Booya.
Booya.
Booyaya.
Boobooya.
^Ha ha, that's like BOOBooya.
Boob-ooya!
Boob-ooya!
Huzzah!
Huzzah!

I may or may not have eaten gummy vitamins with extra sugar tonight.
They're yummy in my tummy, oh they're gummies.
BOOB-OOYA!

BEAVERBEAVER <--double beaver
That'd look a little weird, wouldn't it?

D.I.A.,
BEAVER