Well.

Rita inspired me. She's been filling you in on our life lately, and I decided it was my turn. Rita and I have busy, crazy lives. Somedays we climb mountains just to learn about science. Whose idea was that Rita??? NOBODY knows why you are taking Physics. Clearly, that was a silly silly choice.
ANYWAY.
It seems that Rita and I have a dilemma. We're much to comfortable with our own 'super cool' these days that we have a hard time finding everyone else's. AKA we have no friends. This makes life an awkward situation. Lunchtime makes life an EVEN MORE awkward situation. Our school is so large and we are so small that sometimes we can't find each other at lunch. And then when we do find each other, it's like we have been walking through the desert for the past 7 years searching for each other.
The other day, I couldn't find Rita. I decided to be bold and stand in the lunch line to someone I didn't know. "What's your name?" I asked. I received a funny look from the young man.
"Uh...Caesar." Was his reply.
"Hi Caesar! I'm Annabelle! It's nice to meet you! I'm so excited to have lunch! I can't wait to buy--" it was at that moment that I realized that I was in the wrong lunch line. I did NOT want to eat pizza, I wanted to eat a salad (not because I think I'm fat). "--um..I'm in the wrong lunch line....I'll just umm...well..it was nice to meet you. Bye!"
I'm a dork. Lunch is hard.
On days when Rita and I do find each other, we just sit and read or do homework or sometimes even wander up to the library and try to find good music on grooveshark.

Enemy of the average, super cool....yeah. We're still in training. Bear (bare? beahr? behr? WHATEVER) with us world.

True Celebrities

Josh and Chuck. The real celebrities here.

Friday night. Partyin' partyin', right? Not quite. While Annabelle sang with William Joseph, I read about Isaac Newton and his laws. YOLO, so please remind me why I'm taking physics. For the record, Isaac Newton has 13,000,000 results on Google and William Joseph has 86,500,000. Fine. I shouldn't jump to conclusions. I would like to publicly apologize to William Joseph for underestimating his fame. Although, I'm starting to think that Google isn't a good judge because Josh Clark and Charles W. (Chuck) Bryant only have 1,210,000 results and they are by far my favorite celebrities/historical figures. I'm going to send them a letter before the school year ends. I'm very grateful for their impact on the world. I really wish I could write articles for howstuffworks.com instead of trying to decide what I want to major in next year. Why can't I just learn about everything?

I LOVE Carl Fredrickson!

So Friday night wasn't that cool. But there are still days when Annabelle and Rita get to have adventures and do some stalking. Monday, for example, was a fabulous day. We went to see a play in Wolverineland because our friend, Carl Fredrickson, invited us.We were frantically trying to find the stage in the mazes of Wolverineland when we ran into young man I recognized. Mr. Enthusiastic. It was serendipity. He told us that the show had just ended. At first I was disappointed, but it ended up being a better day than I expected. Carl Fredrickson thinks we came to his show, I was reunited with my long lost friend, Mr. Enthusiastic, and we saved $3 by not watching a tragic play. The best part is, there was an escaped convict who ran across the stage during the show. We saw him pinned to the ground behind the dressing room, surrounded by police cars. We also met some ducks and an inappropriate statue. Annabelle and I got Frosty's and talked about everything from texting boys to dry elbows. We decided we want to be more like Mr. Enthusiastic. By the way, Mr. Enthusiastic is going to Germany on a two year Buddhist excursion. Put a little black name tag on that green bathrobe and share your enthusiasm with the world!

Life is good.  We are enemies of the average and yet the only normal people in the world. Annabelle introduced me to Frank Sinatra radio. I invited her to join the SYSK army. Explications are done. Annabelle is ignoring her conscience and running from the devil reincarnate. Guess where we will be next week?

--Rita