conversation number 2 with sleepy confused corinne.

CORINNE: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
ME: corinne? wake up! you fell asleep on the couch again!

CORINNE: mmmm.....

ME: I know your sheets are in the wash. are you going to sleep down here? or upstairs?

CORINNE: mmmmmmmm.................................................

ME: corinne! does that mean you're sleeping down here?

CORINNE: .................................................. 

ME: CORINNE! 

CORINNE: yeah. i'm just going to finish.

ME: finish what?

CORINNE: whatever i'm doing.

ME: ............

CORINNE: umm, what........ what am i doing?

ME: ...........

CORINNE: what just happened?



all the while, her eyes are open, by the way.  

don't make fun.

so you know those confession things everyone does on facebook? well, I think they are kind of weird and i don't know exactly why you want to put that on facebook when the whole world could see it. (more or less) but.... I realized today. that i have one.

my first and last confession: I secretly (or not to secretly anymore) really like one direction. mostly this song (one I was ashamed to admit that I liked until just recently when it played on the tv and corinne told me she liked it too. i then felt a little less ashamed) 

But then me and corinne both had a thought. There is a reason british people are so dang attractive. one of those reasons?? THEY HAVE GREAT STYLE. And i couldn't stop but think about how all of the boys in my grade will say that they're friend is gay like a little seven year old if their friend wears skinny jeans.

i mean, look at them!

(please notice one on left is wearing the american flag.)

GOOD CONVERSATION IS IMPORTANT TO US.

This is the conversation I had with corinne when she fell asleep on the couch last night.

ME: Corinne, wake up! It's late and you should probably go up to bed.
CORINNE: what time is it?
ME: 11:45
CORINNE: ................... what time is it?
ME: 11:45.
CORINNE: ................... What time is it?
ME: 11:45!!
CORINNE: ..... What time is it?
ME: 11:45!!!!!
CORINNE: ....................................................................................................................
ME: Corinne, are you okay? You've asked me that like four times! ................ Do you even know what I just said??
CORINNE: um, yeah. you asked me....... what time it was??


i sent her up to bed.

quite the whirlwind of emotions.

please. everyone note this picture i just put up. In case you didn't know it is a pigeon and this stinky bird will be my choice of conversation for the next few paragraphs. If you're wondering, or even if you aren't, pigeons go to the bathroom whenever and WHEREVER they please. On the ground, on light posts, on your head, they especially love to go on your car, and even on occasion your hands.

Since I've last posted, I have been visited by my sister, her husband, AND her baby, have gone to Belgium, Spain, Greece, THE HUNGER GAMES (please notice the caps lock is on) and yet, this small fact seems to be the most important piece of information out of all that i have been through in the last couple of months.

Now, i bet you're wondering, "WHY ON EARTH WOULD CHANDLER PUT THAT ON HER BLOG? IT IS SO RANDOM!!" well, it isn't random.

While we were in Greece, A bird was happily standing on a light post, ignoring my family. And we were all VERY happy ignoring the bird when all of the sudden, he decided to go to the bathroom. No warning. and he went all over corinne's hands. and there was far too much of it for comfort. Not to mention it splattered all over my jacket and dad's pants. and corinne of course. She continued to make every one smell her hands to check that they didn't smell like bird poo after she wiped them off.

And even though, it wasn't my hands that got most of it, it has scarred me forever. I will NEVER hold a bird again as long as i live. I will never look at a bird with a loving gaze. (i actually have never done that before but don't worry. it DEFINITELY won't happen now.) I will never pass one without stomping near it to make sure it flies away like a little 5 year old boy. Thank you, pigeons, for making me hate you more than I did before.

There were also a TON of stray cats hanging around. Sometimes i couldn't repress the urge to  hiss at them when they got near me. or when they weren't near me. it didn't matter.

THEN.........


I went to belgium.
I went to Spain.
I enjoyed the baby.
I enjoyed Ashlie's company.
I enjoyed David's company.
David left.
I wept.
Ashlie left.
I wept.
that may or may not be in the right order. But i think David left and I wept before we went to spain. and I may or may not put pictures up. It takes a lot of time, you see.

THENTHEHUNGERGAMESCAMEOUTANDIWASHAPPY. no more weeping.

I LOVED IT.

If you didn't love it? don't talk to me.


Then I went to the hunger games AGAIN. it was fantastic! again. then i went to greece. saw some really cool ruins. pictures may or may not be up soon. probably not. i'm having a lazy day. 

mom lost her phone. cried. got mad at the maid who she suspected stole it. 

SHE FOUND HER PHONE! yelled at me in her excited tone of voice up the stairs. 

i then felt really strongly about saying "mom i told you so" but didn't because I never actually told her so. I just thought it.  

And that is a recap of all that has happened to me in an odd order. thanks for enjoying. or thinking oh my goodness chandler you're crazy. 

But wait! 

there's more. THANKS TO ALEXA 

WHO GAVE ME AN EXCUSE TO DRESS UP IN MY

PINK SNUGGY AND TAKE A PICTURE OF MYSELF FOR HER BIRTHDAY.