I'm psychic. Or my sister Megan is. Let me explain.
Earlier this week I was sitting on my couch finishing up "Fever Dream" by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. As I lay there reading, I stopped and was thinking about how I was going to go home in two weeks and how excited I was when my phone started ringing. It was Megan! My sister and friend.
Now, I had not told any of my family yet that I was coming home. I was going to wait until the time was closer. This is important. NOBODY IN MY FAMILY KNEW!
This is how our conversation went. Well, I may be paraphrasing a little bit...
Tab: Hey Meg, what's up?
Megan: Hey Tab. I've been thinking and was wondering of you were still considering coming home? Because I have to get away from Mom's candy jar.
Tab: My flight comes in on the seventh.
Megand:...are you joking?
Tab: Nope.
Megan: I'm freakin' psychic!
That's one example. Another occured today.
So there I was! Laying out and reading by the pool! I'd just finished my book and didn't quite feel like starting my next one yet so I just laid there thinking about how I needed to find a way to get in shape. Martial artists are in killer shape, not to mention I need to hone my ninja skills. So I decided that when I got home I needed to look up some sort of class that I could take and wondered if Megan would want to take one with me. My phone rings.
Tab: Hey Meg
Meg: Hey Tab! Have you ever heard of the martial arts something something? (I can't remember what she said ok!?)
Tab: Sure haven't.
Meg: Well I just signed up and I think you should do it with me I-
Tab: Megan get out of my head.
I then told her what I'd been thinking about, not five minutes before.
Meg: Are you serious?! Get out of my head!
She then proceeded to tell me about this class and how she'd talked to the instructor and how it's kind of a violent discipline and the instructor told her she was a natural. He was surprised. I wasn't, we Morin children are a bloodthirsty batch.
So anyways, that's my story. Megan and I are connected on a psychic level, which is terrifying. Who knows what we're capable of! Kicking butt? Of course. World domination? Undoubtedly. World beware! You've been warned.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
I Run To You
The reasoning behind the title? It's the song I'm listening to right now. Love this song.
So I've been in New York for a week now and the main thing on my mind is that I have another four months before I can move home. Don't get me wrong! I've always wanted to travel and I still do. I even want to live outside of Utah at some point, but it's always been part of the plan to go back. So what? Utah is home to me. No matter how much I complain about how people in Utah are crazy and the weather never really knows what it's doing I love it. All of my family is there, along with my friends (except for the few who are on missions, along with Mexican, Hannah, and soon Maggers). My brother is leaving on his mission soon and I'm missing out on the opportunity to play with him before he leaves. My brother-in-law is getting deployed and I'm going to miss that farewell too. I'm missing out on so much that I was planning on doing this summer and for what? Money? That's hardly a good excuse, especially for me. When have I ever cared about money when I can be doing something crazy instead? Don't get me wrong, I get that you have to work sometimes. I do. But all the money in the world isn't worth some of the times I've had doing something crazy and free with my best friends.
That's another thing. I went from spending virtually every minute of every day with these people and now I'm basically by myself. Boo.
Ok, now that I'm done complaining I'll point out a few of the positive things about being here.
There's a dollar store like ten minutes walk away that has EVERYTHING! Seriously, I love this store. I got my pans, plates, O.J., dish soap, sponge, light bulbs, and a few other things from here. It's amazing.
Ben's beanies! There's this guy here, his name is Ben. He's a pretty big guy, into UFC, working out, playing halo and....knitting hats. And he's pretty freakin' hilarious. I told him to teach me how to make hats and we'll see if it happens.
My apartment is haunted. I know, I know that really shouldn't be counted in the positive column but it is. It's haunted because my fridge clicks randomly, my cupboards don't stay shut, and when you get out of the shower the mirror says "GET OUT". It's pretty awesome. I've named my ghost (along with some help from Ben) Bruce. He's an Asian midget who speaks with an English accent. Whenever I get home I say "Allo Bruce" in an Australian accent in homage to everyone's favorite shark.
Being here has made me realize how much I love my friends. For that fact alone this has been worth it. You appreciate those people so much more when you don't have anyone to share your random jokes with. I was able to bring a little bit of music here with me and pretty much all of it reminds me of something we've done, even if it's just a song that was played repeatedly at our dance parties. You know who you are! I love you guys, try not to make too many inside jokes without me.
So I've been in New York for a week now and the main thing on my mind is that I have another four months before I can move home. Don't get me wrong! I've always wanted to travel and I still do. I even want to live outside of Utah at some point, but it's always been part of the plan to go back. So what? Utah is home to me. No matter how much I complain about how people in Utah are crazy and the weather never really knows what it's doing I love it. All of my family is there, along with my friends (except for the few who are on missions, along with Mexican, Hannah, and soon Maggers). My brother is leaving on his mission soon and I'm missing out on the opportunity to play with him before he leaves. My brother-in-law is getting deployed and I'm going to miss that farewell too. I'm missing out on so much that I was planning on doing this summer and for what? Money? That's hardly a good excuse, especially for me. When have I ever cared about money when I can be doing something crazy instead? Don't get me wrong, I get that you have to work sometimes. I do. But all the money in the world isn't worth some of the times I've had doing something crazy and free with my best friends.
That's another thing. I went from spending virtually every minute of every day with these people and now I'm basically by myself. Boo.
Ok, now that I'm done complaining I'll point out a few of the positive things about being here.
There's a dollar store like ten minutes walk away that has EVERYTHING! Seriously, I love this store. I got my pans, plates, O.J., dish soap, sponge, light bulbs, and a few other things from here. It's amazing.
Ben's beanies! There's this guy here, his name is Ben. He's a pretty big guy, into UFC, working out, playing halo and....knitting hats. And he's pretty freakin' hilarious. I told him to teach me how to make hats and we'll see if it happens.
My apartment is haunted. I know, I know that really shouldn't be counted in the positive column but it is. It's haunted because my fridge clicks randomly, my cupboards don't stay shut, and when you get out of the shower the mirror says "GET OUT". It's pretty awesome. I've named my ghost (along with some help from Ben) Bruce. He's an Asian midget who speaks with an English accent. Whenever I get home I say "Allo Bruce" in an Australian accent in homage to everyone's favorite shark.
Being here has made me realize how much I love my friends. For that fact alone this has been worth it. You appreciate those people so much more when you don't have anyone to share your random jokes with. I was able to bring a little bit of music here with me and pretty much all of it reminds me of something we've done, even if it's just a song that was played repeatedly at our dance parties. You know who you are! I love you guys, try not to make too many inside jokes without me.
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