a very strange entry based on a very strange revelation.

Where to begin?

Something amazing happened yesterday. Something besides me actually having a birthday party for once.

So. I'm standing in my kitchen while we're all getting ready for dinner and the party, et cetera. Sam, my esteemed friend, is opening the fridge to get something out when he pauses, backtracks, closes the fridge and stares at the door.
"That's the Bellurys!"

Okay.
Now. Let me give you some background.

Around Christmas, we received one of those not-uncommon family Christmas pictures from people you haven't seen in roughly an era. In it were several young, attractive, dark-haired, dark-eyed people, and a man and a woman looking very parental. I liked these people, though I had no memory of ever being acquainted with them in any way, and so I decided the right thing to do, of course, would be to put their picture on the fridge, among the many snapshots of people we know and love. For months, whenever anyone came over and inspected the portraiture which covers the upper portion of our refrigeration unit, they'd ask, "Who are these people?" and I'd laugh and say, "I have no idea."

Now. Over the course of the almost-six-months since December, I've heard all about these wonderful people called the Bellurys. Rob Bellury this, Grace Bellury that...these people are all over the place. It took me days just to figure out they were all related. It's taken me hours to get used to the fact that they are the beautiful people on my refrigerator.

I stared at the picture in disbelief, then back at Sam, and then to my mom, and then the picture again. "Mom, we KNOW the BELLURYS?" I screeched.
"Yeah," Mom said, casually, as if the world wasn't tilting on its very axis. "You guys played together when you were really little. I'm friends with their mom."

So. Needless to say, yesterday was a good day. I had been puzzling over how to incorporate these Bellury people into my life on an in-real-life level. What better way to break the ice than to figure out that there isn't any?

The obvious next step then, was to google for a picture to go with this entry, and begin writing. Instead of my original plan(a picture of a marvelously messy refrigerator door), I ended up googling the Bellurys themselves. This is less creepy when you get some ridiculous picture of a cat eating grapes or something completely irrelevant to the actual person you're searching for. For the Bellurys, this is simply not the case. They're taking over the web, people. They're all OVER the place.

Watch out.

So, at a very high risk of being very creepy and losing any and all chance of these people actually liking me,
here is what I have learned from google:



One of them, Daniel, was in a band once. I get the distinct feeling that I would like this band. As far as I can tell, they have disbanded. This is sad.



Anna won a contest once! She also used to have long hair. (Technically, I cannot tell if this is really THE Anna Bellury. I'm just assuming that there aren't many of those in the world.)



Andrew has a myspace.



(my personal favorite.)

The Bellurys. Coming to a Refrigerator Door Near You!

Anyway.

I'm really too tired to bo blogging right now, probably. So, here's to hoping that I haven't said anything too creepy. I'm in a list-making mood as of late.

Simple Truths About Life:

1. Even if you sleep for twelve hours, staying up until 5am will always make you tired. Trust me.

2. Whatever you're looking for, it's always in the last place you'll look. This is a very simple truth that people always state as if it were a great revelation. "Did you find your keys?" "Yeah. Psh. Can you believe it? They were in the last place I looked." Well, let us hope you wouldn't keep looking after you've found them, eh?

3. The party must always end. But there is always something else to look forward to.

Oh!

And also,

Go see Lemon Yogurt, Rob Bellury's video blog.


Now, I should go nap. At...6:46 PM.
Ah, staying up early seriously messes your body up.
Again, thank you to the commenters. I guess I forget to remember that other people read what I write,even if they don't comment. So, thank you to the ones who remind me that someone really is out there, caring about what I have to say.