I, being the party animal I am, would never dream of turning down the invitation to go to one. So I put on my party outfit *same thing I wear everyday, jeens a t-shirt* Did my hair extra special *poney tail* And went to look for the perfect card, a moneky that was fuzzy. It was dumb, commerical, oddly cute, made no sense what so ever, and yes, it was fuzzy. I thought it matched Kelly perfectly.
I was ready to party hard.
*I inturupte my regurly schudeled thought process to bring you this news bulleton, I am currently eating a grape blow pop, Thank you, that is all*
I arrived at the scean of the party only to be silly stringed, in my face. Oh how I love parties, the over welming pleasure I get of slowly removing silly string from my hair. So began the ballon fight and the bad rap music and other such activities that occure at parties. There was a rather amusing incident in wich I used a strip of wrapping paper to hand cuff Jimi however in the process of getting his hands behind his back he got stuck so he had this wrapping paper chain dangerously close to his uh......sinsitve area for quite a while. Needless to say I laughed so hard I began to cry.
Remeber that T-shirt I'm wearing? It happends to be my softball shirt and there happens to be a gril from my softball team there.....she's seen me 3 times sense last summer and I think I've been wearing that shirt every time. Owe. HOWEVER they had this little joke on the team that I would never have a boyfriend *don't know why, I'm prettier then they are, just because I don't act like a slu....* Anyhoo, I did at that time actually. It just happend to be Jimi......Oh how I love irony. Kayla *the girl from the softball team* Tired SO hard all during the party to hang out with Jimi, yep, my ex. The one I had. Hehe. I love it when that happens. She even had her friend fallow the two of them around with a camra so she could get pictures with him. I told him he should autograph one for her. Yet another perk of this party.
All in all though it wasn't an great night. I had fun and the party didn't suck or anything but it just wasn't my crowd. Wasn't NOT my crowd I just don't know. Don't get me wrong, I had fun, just I think I could of had more. My afternoon however rocked.
It consisted of me sitting in the middle of a pile of cloths that might or might not have been dirty while doing my own little pretned drum solo to Relient K, while duck taping a shoe box. I have no idea WHY I had so much fun doing this but I did. I also red 100pages of my libary book just to get it done so I wouldn't have to call the lady and renew it. Mom says that pathedic, she's probably right. She also says I have a duck tape problem but she over reactes.
Mom asked dad to get started on the laundry while we were at church so I'd have time to do mine. He was told not to touch mine. Yet here I sit with my newly washed Laundry next to me...on the floor....Maybe I don't take the best care of my cloths...So he wasn't supposed to wash them....Oh well far be for me to stop him from doing my job. This works quite nicly for me. :D
No comments:
Post a Comment