About Me
Daley. Not Daily, or Dale. Well, sometimes Dale, but only for a few minutes, or you’ll get a punch in the leg from a fairly well toned arm. But in reality, it’s Day.
Day is currently far away. From me, that is. She attends UC Berkeley, and from reading her blogs, is half in love with the emergency alarm system of said college. But really, on to the important things: if she used one word to describe herself with, it would be uneven, though today it would be silly. And if she turned over a new leaf, she’d eat it afterwards. But then she’d probably throw up, because she has a notoriously weak stomach. Just like her dog, who, besides having many of the same expressions as her mother, throws up almost as often. Speaking of dogs, Day has had multiple canine themed birthday parties, but has since turned her obsession to the well-deserving figure of Che Guevara, and if you don’t know who that is, ask. But be prepared to have a long time to hear about him, since we spent most of high school Spanish researching the great man. Furthermore, she also has a lifelong love of chicken, although according to a recent report, rice is a close second. She also eats raw soybeans, salmon with peas, and delicious pasta straight out of the big bowl, which reminds me that yes, Daley does live on the wild side. Someday, she will become the illegitimate owner of a very appropriate road sign that makes reference to an activity closely related to her interest in poop, just as soon as the creepy drunk driver who lent us a gas can once upon a time moves away, taking with the him the risk of being shot during our escapade. For further evidence of daring, consider her 20-mile hike into the Grand Canyon with only some cookies, apples, sandwich meat, and water as sustenance and the fact that she will routinely eat things off the floor.
For more insight into Daley, consider Star Wars, the incredible series of movies that have been a continuous thread throughout her childhood, her current friendship with the Twiplets and her Facebook-dubbed “complicated†relationship with one Kurt Wooden, who, courtesy of Day, owns a Han Solo belt buckle. They are currently working their way through every episode of Scrubs ever and had the good taste to introduce their respective best friends to the wonderful show, Arrested Development. Beware however, because these two are distinctly unabashed about their affections, and so if you ever are talking to one of them and turn your back momentarily, do not be offended if you turn back and they are playing a not-so-hurried game of tonsil hockey. Just ask Danny.
In addition to all of this, there are the facts that Day is honest, unpretentious, and somewhat of a snob (oh yea, they do go together) and likes to play hangman in the sand. When she’s excited, she fist-pumps, or punches people. Hard. Oh, and if she gets really worked up, she’ll tear. Or start laughing silently and wiggling pizza around. She got me started spelling “yea†without the “hâ€, and she calls me when she’s home because she gets lost in the town she’s lived near her entire life. Photography is one of her hobbies, but be careful what pictures she gets of you, because she has a habit of photo shopping people to look possessed and deformed. She has impeccable taste in music, but will turn a CD off if you’re in the car and want to say something, and she only sings along if I’m there when the music is turned up loud. She’s my Cupcake, and has a shirt to prove that I miss her, and although people think we’re twins because curly hair is hard for people to understand, we’re not. Although we do sometimes read each other’s minds. It's called a bravewank.
