Seattle is Cooler than You

(August 22, 2011)
I'm super introspective at present because I've been reading a lot of blogs. I am lame, and you are jealous. Also, I'm typing this in the black of my sister's apartment from her couch, so my world is essentially a glowing computer screen and the silhouettes of my satisfyingly rapidly typing hands and nothing else. Don't know why I'm sharing any of this other than the fact that for some reason, I don't particularly want to go to bed.

Really, this entire extension email is likely indeed to be a bunch of things about which you care very little. Preparation on your end is key :)

I went to dinner at the Seattle Yacht club tonight. I have a crazy food baby named the Captain now. Or I did, I suppose, that was several hours ago that I was dying from the marvelousness of my fish and chips. My family feeds me WAY too much on vacation. It's one of the many annoying things about having a lovely twiglet for a sister; nobody worries about feeding themselves massive meals three times a day, because Pez eats basically whatever she wants. I'm totally not eating for a week after I get back to Provo.

Total lie, I love food way too much.

But I'm getting up super early tomorrow for what is supposedly the best french toast in the entire freaking world. I've had leftovers of said gustatory gloriousness, and must say, it's possible that this is the case. We're also going to the Space Needle and Seattle Experience Music project or somesuch, for which I'm incredibly excited. Not least because Frank Gehry designed the building of the latter and he's nuts in a marvelous fashion. I've yet to be fortunate enough to enter any building of his.

Also, we may be going back to the Seattle Aquarium tomorrow :) Have I mentioned my peculiar, enormous, and essentially unfounded love for aquariums? I could spend all my time in aquariums. All of it. The blue light, and the smooth, vaguely otherworldliness of fish, and the greatness and I really just fail at the clean, epically poetic description that is escaping my dextrous fingers at present. Gah. May I never, ever attempt creative writing. Haha, I just love aquariums. I beg my parents to make a stop anytime we're going somewhere remotely water-adjacent. I've consequently been to a butt load of aquariums. This is epically important information that I have no reason to share with you. Hahaha. Please don't hate me for writing you drivel....I'm sure even missionary life isn't so boring as to render that last paragraph entertaining by comparison.

I shall attempt to corral my thoughts in a more hilarious direction:
Like dinner with Carly, your mother, and your sisters. Alexa kills me. Your mother said that she refuses to allow any of her children but Brittany to procreate after watching Alexa laugh at a child who fell.
Alexa's response, "Oh, come on....you know when kids fall....and it's just...funny?"
She then proceeded to relate a story of a child who went spectacularly spiraling off a tramp to land facedown in the grass. Bahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha. Perhaps I'm similarly not qualified to have children. I told your mom, when she was listing off the lack of qualifications her children have for parenthood, that I was fairly certain that you do better with children than I do. Have we discussed the fact that little children hate me? Because they totally do. Little boys especially.

Mystery, that.

I think I should probably sleep now. I don't want to. But I should.