“I’m going to have to come up with a new word for “excited”. Something preferably a verb that describes the simultaneous actions of jumping up and down squealing giggling and generally scaring the hell out of the cats. I’ll call it vrasting. This morning I vrasted.”
“Shut. Up," June squealed. "You have a date with that guy?" She giggled and covered her mouth. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Tell me everything.""I can't do both," I pointed out.”
“So I got a new job, and I start tomorrow. I’m excited to have a job, and bummed out I’m going to be working.”
“Writing can be described in two verbs: Throw up and clean up.”
“I was right." She dropped the sword and grabbed Helen in a hug. Then she started jumping up and down, making Helen jump with her. "You're not dead! This is... You have no idea how happy I am I didn't just kill you!" she squealed.”
“Travis!”“Down here, Pidge. Just come in feet first, I’ll catch you.”“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m jumping into the dark!”“I’ll catch you! I promise! Now get your ass in here!”