Chanticle

I asked Dani Bakker what I should write about and she said, "me." Deal. Dani makes delicious cookies that I should just not try eating because then I want to steal all of them from everybody. She tells me that I dress outrageously, but in a really nice way that makes me feel good about myself.

After this exchange with Dani, Cambria Hill grabbed a cupcake, broke off the top, flipped it over, and made a beautiful icing sandwich. Blew my mind. That deserves to be recorded for the masses.Also, she likes me because I help her think of words and correctly place commas. Then this guy:

was all, "Will you mention my name in your blog? That would be awesome." And I told him, "I'll do you one better, Keola Goodman. I'll put your picture up there." Also, yesterday we spent an hour reading first world problems, and I kept being able to relate to them. Awkward. He's the nicest person ever.

A couple minutes later Grant Gagon asked why I've never blogged about him. So, I love Grant Gagon. He's the best home teacher anyone could ask for. He's also the best at paying compliments to me.

A few more things: Mackenzie Walker is a delight every time I see her smiling face. Scott Moberg is always willing to go to the temple with me, and thinks my baptizing form is impeccable. Mickell Walker pretty much lives at his kitchen counter doing accounting homework, and it motivates me to park it right next to him and edit my brains out. Drew Reid and Cherie Abiang pretty much make me pee my pants out of laughter every day. Bri Barrett, Aubree Street, Sadie Cervera, and Hannah Johnson are my favorite roommates. Wouldn't it be awkward if I had a fifth roommate? I don't.

Basically the moral of this story is that my friends are great. They are the best friends. I don't know why they like me because they're all way cooler than I am. Sometimes they make fun of me for the stupid things I say, but they hang out with me anyway. Right now I am sitting among them, and they aren't judging me for blogging. So that's pretty great.