reJamy beDry

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, talented, and witty girl, named nAne lOson, living in a charming, yellow, cottage style home on the coast of a breath-taking tropical island called....for all intents and purposes...Para'dis.  One day, while frolicking in the palm-tree lined streets of Para'dis, nAne heard a familiar electronic jingle coming from her pocket.  To nAne's great joy, the jingle was signaling an incoming phone call from her dear friend, reJamy beDry.  Hitting the "answer" button on her phone, you know, the one with the little green telephone symbol on it, and sitting down on a nearby bench underneath a banana tree, nAne answered, "reJamy! My dearest, long lost friend from that-place-where-I-used-to-live, how aaaare you?"

          "Mmm..can't complain, can't complain," responded reJamy.
"Oh, good, I'm so glad," nAne said, "Say, how's that-place-where-I-used-to-live these days?" 
          "It's actually quite flourishing and great since you've been gone," said reJamy, fiendishly. 
"Yeah...well...now that I'm in Parad'is and all, I don't really have much time to think about that-place-where-I-used-to-live anyways," responded nAne, quite despondently. 
       "Pshaw, nAne, I bet you fill your pillow with tears of longing every night because you miss it so much," said reJamy.
"Yep, yep, that's true," said nAne.
"So...why don't you just scurry yourself back on over here and be done with it then.  If you leave in a couple months you'll be back just in time for Winter!" exclaimed reJamy quite suddenly. 
    Taking a couple seconds to extensively weigh all the pros and cons of living in Parad'is and in that-place-where-I-used-to-live, nAne finally sighed and said, "Yeah, okay."

    
Already bored with the conversation, reJamy said, "Well great, so anyways, why is your blog so boring?  I mean really.  If I'm going to expend any of my preciously-prized studying time towards reading your blog, it might as well at least be interesting!"
     As reJamy concluded her peevish remarks, nAne was overcome with a sudden sensation of confusion.  How to respond to such an accusation??? As luck would have it, two tiny figures appeared on either side of nAne's head and rested on her shoulders.  "Um...can I call you back in 1.5 miliseconds reJamy?" nAne said quickly into the earpiece of her cellphone right before hitting the "end" button. 

    Examining these small beings more closely, nAne realized they were miniscule versions of herself.  One was dressed in a brightly decorated floral dress and wielding a small wooden, stringed instrument, and the other was in beach attire.  The mini-awesome-nAne wearing the dress spoke first, "Hey, Jumbotron! Listen, just thank reJamy for her input and say that you'll work on making your blog more interesting! Problem solved!"  Before she could respond, nAne felt a small tug on a piece of hair on the opposite side of her head.  Mini-slacker-nAne shouted, "No, no...You're gonna listen to that joker? I mean look at her, she's got that sissy-stringy thing."
    "We've been over this, it's a ukulele," said mini-awesome-nAne in exasperation. 
"That's a ukulele, and that's a dress," taunted mini-slacker-nAne. 
"Yes, this is a dress," said mini-awesome-nAne.

 Quickly becoming even more confused, and feeling as though she had watched this scene before somewhere, perhaps in some kind of film about talking llamas and old women who were scary beyond all reason or something, nAne shook her head and sighed, "Look, this isn't really a situation in which I need the advice of shoulder...angels....so why don't you two just boot, scoot, n' boogie on outta here."  Taking offense and shouting words which probably aren't appropriate for innocent blog-readers, the two mini-nAnes vanished. 
    What the heck was I even doing....thought nAne to herself, as her phone began to jingle.  It was reJamy.  "Hallo?" said nAne.
"Hey, so are you gonna make your blog better or what?," snivelled reJamy quite Snape-ishly. 
    "Nope. I plan to keep it as platitudinous as humanly possible," nAne said with fervor.  
"Plati-what-i-mous?" said reJamy.
   "Platitudinous.  You know, unexciting? Dull. Boring," said nAne blandly.  
"What in the...?" reJamy trailed off, "Look, I gotta go."  

And then nAne hung up the phone as reJamy was mumbling something about creepy Mother Gothel costumes or something.  The End.  


Ps....drawing with Paint is very difficult and time consuming, so consider yourself honored.