Anywho, classes have started back up, so Katie and Carissa have had just as much free time as usual on their hands, but can now say they're really busy. All the time. Still, they make a special effort to keep up communication, even though the distance between them makes this very difficult.
Just the other evening, a fun topic was addressed (Note: if you get at all queasy at the mention of bodily functions, please continue reading. Nausea is for the weak! NO PAIN, NO GAIN.):
Katie: Are you kidding me? All girls ONLY have hypothetical pee, we aren't gross like boys.
Carissa: Health Class According to Katie. Damn, I wish they had offered that in high school.
Back story: Katie claims girls don't pee, poop, or fart. Maybe some other things, too, but those are the main ones. Carissa thinks more-than-sometimes, Katie is crazy.
Carissa: You joke about being a princess, but I really want it to happen, just so an entire realm is brought up by your laws.
You see, Katie often pronounces herself a princess, not because she wants the attention, but because she wants people to obey her. It's not a bad tactic. I mean, "How did the nobles first become noble? They took it!" (Name that movie.) I, for one, admire her for this. Carissa obviously does, too, if only to encourage Katie enough to make it actually happen, so that she can then meticulously take notes on the calamity and finally write that bestseller she's always wanted to.
Katie: But with royalty comes responsibility, like not bursting out into Backstreet Boys songs.
A good point, and it shows that Katie's head is in the right place, that she could actually be a responsible monarch. She wouldn't completely eschew culture, but she would certainly keep a sense of decorum around the castle.
Unlike King Henry. Hard-to-please, sex-hungry, opera-singing bastard.
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