Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Locker.

Okies, so I'm all set up for school. I went to my school and went to the used book sale (and bought Spoilsport's school books, because she's too lazy to come back from her vacation to do so.). I got all my books, decorated my locker, and bothered Penguin (who happened to be there at the time.).

And now I'm bored. Again.

The day after I got back from the wilderness, I went to a third cousin's Sweet Sixteen party. Now, before I go into detail about it, let me say this; NO ONE in my family is on drugs. We all get high off our own adrenaline(Which we have a lot of).

The Sweet Sixteenee's father, when we drove up, asked my parents, "Are you thirsty? If you are, we've got a kegger out back." This being a SWEET SIXTEEN, I found this rather odd.

Instead of sixteen candles on the cake(There were thirty-seven, if you're wondering), Sixteenee's dad roasted sixteen chickens over an open fire. If you knew my family, you'd know that this means stabbing all sixteen chickens through with a HUGE stick, then pouring a lot of gasoline all over your front lawn, then setting the stick on top of the resulting fire.

I go to a very prim and proper school, so I don't have many friends who can honestly say that they have any close male relatives who have hair that grows past their shoulders. I have about fourteen.

I don't think I can tell you any more without making you start having nightmares, so I'll start on the video. I heard this song and IMMEDIATELY fell in love with it. It's Crashed the Wedding by Busted. Enjoy.
Posted by at 3 comments:
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)