But for the work I've taken on...
So, we lost the homecomming game. At least we managed to score some points, unlike last year. We truely have a Charlie Brown football team. Or I'm just a terrible fair-weather fan. Probably both.
The dance was fab-onnastick. My dress was totally gypsy and from New Jersey, so no one else had it. (Although gyspy dye rubs off on white underwear. Eh.) I danced two slow dances with Brian, the vietnamese immagrant who sits behind me in Bio. He's short, but he's very nice, has a cute accent, and looked very alone. The fact that he had joined my group seemed to impress whoever came to get him. (Brother? They looked very alike.) I got Savannah (God-fearing sweetheart from Pennsylvania) to dance, which made me very proud of myself. She tends to quietly stand out on the sidelines and live vicariously through everyone else. Janet said she reminds her of herself before me. That chokes me up a bit.
Jan was wearing a green dress that was gorgeous, even if it dispersed green sparkles over everything like some sort of demented leprechan. And she drove to my house in a dress. She is my hero. Raven wore a black dress to the dance and looked simply ravishing. She should really wear feminine stuff more often. -hinthint- Mandi looked very pretty too. She is, after all, the lost princess of stick-figure-land. Savannah wore my red dress with a little black cover-up thinger over it. She looked ver ver cute. AJ was also in a lovely black number that showed off her amazing swimmers legs. Have I mentioned that my friends are all much more gorgeous than they give themselves credit for? Oh, and Bailey's date was ver ver well dressed in addition to taking her out for dinner at an expensive resturant. Sounds like a keeper.
Janet danced a couple dances with Robert. They're so cute together, but I don't think they're ready to go out yet. I predict, though, that when they do, they will eventually be the sort that marry after being high school sweethearts. I wonder if I can god-parent their chitlens. Robert might not go for that, being that he counts me among the criminally insane. Whatever. He's in a class called 20th Century Warfare. I didn't even know that was on the curiculum.
They played the Cha-cha slide, the chicken dance, Shout! (twice), and that song that goes 'What's cooler than being cool? Ice cold!' song. It was so humid that eventually the cafeteria (that played rap music) was so wet (EWW!) that everyone ended-up in the auxillary gym (reject room that plays everything else. All hail the reject room).
Dinner beforehand was at Max and Erma's. It was actually a little more subdued than dinner there for Comming Home last year. Maybe in large groups our weird balances out. Maybe we were worried about offending Savannah. Maybe we used all our weird ordering Oreo shakes and chocolate-chip cookies to go with our fancy dinners. The world may never know.
Today is my mom's birthday, so I baked her a very snazzy ginger-bread cake and she got an iPod video. And I have my Level I license. Look-out, Jess is (sorta)legal and ACCOMING FOR YA!
The dance was fab-onnastick. My dress was totally gypsy and from New Jersey, so no one else had it. (Although gyspy dye rubs off on white underwear. Eh.) I danced two slow dances with Brian, the vietnamese immagrant who sits behind me in Bio. He's short, but he's very nice, has a cute accent, and looked very alone. The fact that he had joined my group seemed to impress whoever came to get him. (Brother? They looked very alike.) I got Savannah (God-fearing sweetheart from Pennsylvania) to dance, which made me very proud of myself. She tends to quietly stand out on the sidelines and live vicariously through everyone else. Janet said she reminds her of herself before me. That chokes me up a bit.
Jan was wearing a green dress that was gorgeous, even if it dispersed green sparkles over everything like some sort of demented leprechan. And she drove to my house in a dress. She is my hero. Raven wore a black dress to the dance and looked simply ravishing. She should really wear feminine stuff more often. -hinthint- Mandi looked very pretty too. She is, after all, the lost princess of stick-figure-land. Savannah wore my red dress with a little black cover-up thinger over it. She looked ver ver cute. AJ was also in a lovely black number that showed off her amazing swimmers legs. Have I mentioned that my friends are all much more gorgeous than they give themselves credit for? Oh, and Bailey's date was ver ver well dressed in addition to taking her out for dinner at an expensive resturant. Sounds like a keeper.
Janet danced a couple dances with Robert. They're so cute together, but I don't think they're ready to go out yet. I predict, though, that when they do, they will eventually be the sort that marry after being high school sweethearts. I wonder if I can god-parent their chitlens. Robert might not go for that, being that he counts me among the criminally insane. Whatever. He's in a class called 20th Century Warfare. I didn't even know that was on the curiculum.
They played the Cha-cha slide, the chicken dance, Shout! (twice), and that song that goes 'What's cooler than being cool? Ice cold!' song. It was so humid that eventually the cafeteria (that played rap music) was so wet (EWW!) that everyone ended-up in the auxillary gym (reject room that plays everything else. All hail the reject room).
Dinner beforehand was at Max and Erma's. It was actually a little more subdued than dinner there for Comming Home last year. Maybe in large groups our weird balances out. Maybe we were worried about offending Savannah. Maybe we used all our weird ordering Oreo shakes and chocolate-chip cookies to go with our fancy dinners. The world may never know.
Today is my mom's birthday, so I baked her a very snazzy ginger-bread cake and she got an iPod video. And I have my Level I license. Look-out, Jess is (sorta)legal and ACCOMING FOR YA!