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The sheet that was dirty has been washed again.
My sister's Halloween dance at school was tonight (how come we didn't have a Halloween dance in ninth grade? Hella jipped.) She went as Selene (the Greek goddess of the Moon, for those who don't know) and guess who did her costume? So I went to Walmart, bought fabric, cording, and beading, washed a sheet, cut it up, sewed it back together, fitted it, tied it up, draped silver fabric, finished the whole thing off with a killer makeup job and a Queen Amidala hairstyle, complete with little pearly dangly things.
That is one fuck of a run on sentence.
Watched "The Mummy" with Joe and made hybrid milkshake-eggcreams. Go me.
Important reminder: Dowload "Lose Yourself" by Eminem and watch the Quidditch scene of Harry Potter and listen to it while the TV's on mute. So cool. Can't wait to do that for some of the Draco/Harry things from the next movie. I think I should make a music video for it.
RIP Richard Harris. That is really, really sad.
I almost forgot! The most important thing!
I was in Smith's with Mom getting ice cream before Joe came over and we saw Mr. Bick. Mom was all, "Is that Mr. Bick?" so we ducked into the next aisle over to sneak up on him and see. When we peeked around the corner, there was some tiny, shriveled up old man feebly reaching for a can of vanilla icing. Mom lets out this huge snort-laugh and we both ran into the next aisle, only to see Mr. Bick at the end. So we run down and hide in the eggs for a few minutes till he's gone.
I always end up hiding in the eggs in that store. I've hidden from Mrs. Orth (my singing teacher) three times in the egg section. If I die in Smith's, I'm going to be the ghost who sees someone, yelps in fright, and hides in the eggs. At least I won't be alone- a couple of years ago someone in the checkout line dropped dead. She was signing a check to pay for groceries and WHAM! just keeled over.
That is one fuck of a run on sentence.
Watched "The Mummy" with Joe and made hybrid milkshake-eggcreams. Go me.
Important reminder: Dowload "Lose Yourself" by Eminem and watch the Quidditch scene of Harry Potter and listen to it while the TV's on mute. So cool. Can't wait to do that for some of the Draco/Harry things from the next movie. I think I should make a music video for it.
RIP Richard Harris. That is really, really sad.
I almost forgot! The most important thing!
I was in Smith's with Mom getting ice cream before Joe came over and we saw Mr. Bick. Mom was all, "Is that Mr. Bick?" so we ducked into the next aisle over to sneak up on him and see. When we peeked around the corner, there was some tiny, shriveled up old man feebly reaching for a can of vanilla icing. Mom lets out this huge snort-laugh and we both ran into the next aisle, only to see Mr. Bick at the end. So we run down and hide in the eggs for a few minutes till he's gone.
I always end up hiding in the eggs in that store. I've hidden from Mrs. Orth (my singing teacher) three times in the egg section. If I die in Smith's, I'm going to be the ghost who sees someone, yelps in fright, and hides in the eggs. At least I won't be alone- a couple of years ago someone in the checkout line dropped dead. She was signing a check to pay for groceries and WHAM! just keeled over.