Speaking of Life...


The Dance

Well the dance was quite eventful... Emily thinks I put Corey up to dancing with her. Well let me tell you what happened. After I mooched a piece of his blue airhead off of him (it was really good) he said "You know, I was going to ask Emily to dance, but she's dancing with Bryant." No, I didn't tell him to say that! He did it by himself and it was really sweet because he really meant it. Let's just say I did put him up to asking you the next time... and the next time... :-D
It was totally strange because Zach went. I swear that kid is totally anti-social.
I'm watching the beginning credits for some movie and this poor man's name is Melvin Peebles. As if Melvin isn't bad enough. But PEEBLES? I mean really, they must have wanted him to be a geek.
My hair smells really good. YAY for good smelling hair! Like mine! Woo hooot!
AAAAH my cat just rubbed his wet nose on my foot. Cwap. Well I'm off to find more puffs! Toodles!


Good day... for once

Hey guys
I've had a good day... for once! This is especially surprising considering I got oh say... 6 hours of sleep last night. Thanks to the never-ending book, Across Five Aprils, and dear Kaitlyn's wake up call, disturbing me at 6:15, I did infact get 6.2 hours of sleep last night. And I was unusually perky this morning which made Eric want to rip my head off all the more. Well isn't that nice.
Kaitlyn did make up for her early awakening at school though, where she gave me 12 AUNTY ANNE'S PRETZELS, THE BEST PRETZELS EVAH. I know I know... you hate me. Well prepare to despise me because they were CINNAMON baby!!!
My cat is such a lazy frigging bum. He eats all the catfood, takes up my dog's bed, and then expects you to love him after he pees on your carpet. Man do I wish I was a cat...
Ok, right. So my day got even better when I was told that my LA story, along with Sarah K.'s and Allyson Berger's are being sent into Read Magazine by Dr. Sco. Congrats guys!!! I hope we make it in!
Farewell my dear viewers. I am off on a perilous journey to what some may call a desk in search of my mission, Operation Homework. I may not make it back alive. I do not know what to expect, seeing as I've never been here before. But whatever may happen to me, I better have the fanciest damn funeral you've ever seen.