The Brunt of the Blow

If you haven't figured it out yet by the posts I've already created, I am ridiculously silly. I am so silly, it is a miracle that I've made it this far into college. Sometimes, I think I'm so silly that I should just become a comedian, but then only three people would find my jokes to be funny and I would die a poor, lonely hobo out on the cold Salt Lake streets.

With all this silliness, you'd think that I'd need some sort of outlet for it, right?

Spoiler alert: I totally do. I need someone to validate it.

And naturally, you would think that person would be someone who would get my jokes, right?

Spoiler alert: it totally is. 

And naturally, the logical person to fill this spot would be Korrin, right?

Spoiler alert: no.

Let me repeat that.

No. Korrin is not the person I send all my silly rambles to.

"But that makes no sense!" you cry. "Who are you going to tell?!"

Answer: I tell Amanda.

Whenever I do/think/say something hilarious, my immediate reaction is to email Hermana Lloyd and tell her how hilarious I am.

This usually works out fairly well. I'll shoot off a quick email and get a response the next P-day. Not only does it validate me, but it gives me the chance to learn the value of patience. Also, I generally forget that I've written to her and I get to be reminded just how funny I am while being validated for being funny.

Korrin just tells me I'm silly and then moves on with her day.

Amanda and I start hypothetical boat races featuring Erik and wax Harrison Ford.

Now, this has all been a big introduction to the point I wanted to bring up: the weird, random crap I send to Amanda all the time. Trust me--this is where the story gets good.

Last night, with the power of a single Benadryl flowing through my blood stream at eleven o'clock at night, I opened up my scriptures and started to read.

The following is an exact transcript of what I sent to Amanda.

Subject: This is why I need to sleep

 

Read 1 Nephi 3:2

Got it?

Okay.

Get ready for this.

*clears throat*

I dreamed a dream in time gone byyyyy

Well, actually, it was last niiiiiight

I dreamed about geneologyyyyy

And some gold plates we need to go geeeeeet

These plates are really pretty coooool

They'll tell us lots of awesome storieeeees

Except they don't belong to uuuuuuus

They kind of belong to that one guy Labaaaaaaan

But Laban's men stand in the wayyyyy

So you'll have to bargain with hiiiiiim

And be careful; he's not niiiiiiiice

In fact, he's usually a jeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEERK

Anyways, you'll have to goooooo

While I stay here with your mothereeer

Sorry about your older brotheeeeers

Yeah, I know, they're big old whineeeeers

But I know that you'll be goooood

Because you trust God and you're awesomeeeeee

You can go, and you can dooooooo

And you'll come out victorioooooooous

I had a dream about a treeeeeeee

Oh wait that hasn't quite happened yet

Don't worry, I bet I'll have one SOOOOOOOON

'Cause as a man of God

There are lots of dreams

I

Dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeam

I would apologize, but I'm not sorry.

~Kylie