My life is a prime-time tv show
Friday night, Carly and I slept over at Lindsey's house. We got out her new Chocolate Fountain machine and dumped a bunch of the chocolate-fondue-chips in it. We stood there and poked at it for EVER and it wouldn't work and then Lindsey read the directions and realized you were supposed to melt the chocolate first! So we tried to scoop some out and we melted it and put it back in and after about an hour, maybe two, it still wasn't working and we were sick of chocolate anyways from dipping things into it anyways, so we gave up and stuck our hand in it. It felt amazing. Oh, how I wished I could be swimming in a tub of melted chocolate. We finger painted with it and made hand prints. It was fun. But messy.
Then we rented the movie Hard Candy and watched it. It was really good! I recommend it. Then we just laid in the bed for HOURS and... how do I word this... wrestled? More like... punched and fighted over the middle and tickled and laughed about how this is every teenage-boy's dream of what girls do when they have sleepovers. It was much fun.
Saturday was Cookie Day at my aunt carol's house! Every year my mom and her best friend Susan, and I, make Christmas cookies. This year, my two aunts were coming and Carly and Lindsey. We played Nintendo for most of the day. Haha. We made a lemon tart, though. (Lemon tarts are lemon pies that I make a lot and they are AMAZING tasting.)
We decided that me, Carly, Lindsey, Ethan, and my cousin, AJ, were going to sleep at our empty house that night. A perfect opportunity to smoke pot, we thought. So AJ bought a bunch and we went to the house and waited for my dad to leave (we was sleeping at Carols with my mom). Ethan and him were having trouble with a computer thing.
At 9:15, I decided that there was no way in hell I could breath in smoke and live. So I ate the pot. Sort of like you would take a pill... It works.
At 10:15, We hear that my dad isn't going to leave for another hour (which means about two more hours in Fred Time). He said good night and went out to his office so we stupidly decided to smoke. We went upstairs in my old bedroom and did it.
At 11:15, we came downstairs to eat the pizza we bought and the lemon tart we had made that morning. And when we are done, to our horror, my dad walks in. We all smell like smoke and marijuana and have red eyes (excepts me, cause it STILL hadn't started to work yet. Jeez.) He knows.
"You ate all the lemon tart and didn't save any for me?" He joked. (He doesn't even like lemon tart)
And then Lindsey sais:
"Yeah....it was my first time trying it. I really liked it."
And then my dad sais:
"Well... there's a first time for everything.... (one minute pause) But... will there be a second time? If you were presented with the opportunity to have lemon tart again, would you take it?"
(TWO YEAR PAUSE)
A couple people ad-lib-mutter things like: "yeah... lemon tart... sure... yum..."
A few minutes later, he leaves.
Oh my god. I felt like all the breath had been sucked away from that room. It was terrible.
I started to feel the pot a few minutes later.
Great timing, Pot, thanks!
Kill me.
Then we rented the movie Hard Candy and watched it. It was really good! I recommend it. Then we just laid in the bed for HOURS and... how do I word this... wrestled? More like... punched and fighted over the middle and tickled and laughed about how this is every teenage-boy's dream of what girls do when they have sleepovers. It was much fun.
Saturday was Cookie Day at my aunt carol's house! Every year my mom and her best friend Susan, and I, make Christmas cookies. This year, my two aunts were coming and Carly and Lindsey. We played Nintendo for most of the day. Haha. We made a lemon tart, though. (Lemon tarts are lemon pies that I make a lot and they are AMAZING tasting.)
We decided that me, Carly, Lindsey, Ethan, and my cousin, AJ, were going to sleep at our empty house that night. A perfect opportunity to smoke pot, we thought. So AJ bought a bunch and we went to the house and waited for my dad to leave (we was sleeping at Carols with my mom). Ethan and him were having trouble with a computer thing.
At 9:15, I decided that there was no way in hell I could breath in smoke and live. So I ate the pot. Sort of like you would take a pill... It works.
At 10:15, We hear that my dad isn't going to leave for another hour (which means about two more hours in Fred Time). He said good night and went out to his office so we stupidly decided to smoke. We went upstairs in my old bedroom and did it.
At 11:15, we came downstairs to eat the pizza we bought and the lemon tart we had made that morning. And when we are done, to our horror, my dad walks in. We all smell like smoke and marijuana and have red eyes (excepts me, cause it STILL hadn't started to work yet. Jeez.) He knows.
"You ate all the lemon tart and didn't save any for me?" He joked. (He doesn't even like lemon tart)
And then Lindsey sais:
"Yeah....it was my first time trying it. I really liked it."
And then my dad sais:
"Well... there's a first time for everything.... (one minute pause) But... will there be a second time? If you were presented with the opportunity to have lemon tart again, would you take it?"
(TWO YEAR PAUSE)
A couple people ad-lib-mutter things like: "yeah... lemon tart... sure... yum..."
A few minutes later, he leaves.
Oh my god. I felt like all the breath had been sucked away from that room. It was terrible.
I started to feel the pot a few minutes later.
Great timing, Pot, thanks!
Kill me.