one more day
I'm crouching up in the yearbook office, munching on a nutritional lunch of whoppers.
"oh, at lunch
how i love to munch
and also crunch
on whoppers"
The end. I don't like how those burger king burgers have the same name as these delcious chocolate candies. It's a pet peeve.
But enough of that.
To recap= Saturday I went to Kristen's with Brea, Jess, and Brent. We danced and laughed and went to the park at two A.M. When I was swinging in the dark in the sweet night air I felt almost like myself again.
Sunday, we hung around Kristen's place allllllll day long, the highlight being watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 1 and eating Toulany's pizza. Everytime I took a bite the word "Cowabunga!" would pop up in my head.
Monday, Katie with an ie spent the night at my house and we complained A LOT. It was good to get all that stuff out. We also made crafts and barely paid attention to movies we were kind of sort of watching.
Tuesday, Katie, Kirker and I went to Jessie's place for the night. Jessie and I tried, and failed, to trampoline to the moon.
K: "Banjo.. are those your own binoculars, girl? Huh? Are those your own little doggy binoculars? Jessie, why does Banjo have tiny binoculars on her collar?"
J: "Uhh.. actually, that's a shock collar."
Sometime last night, probably around 12, I wanted to know what Banjo's shock collar felt like so badly to ensure that her cute little brain wasn't frazzled I strapped it on and headed outside. Kirker came too, probably to be on hand in case I passed out. Walking down a dark driveway wearing a dog's shock collar with no idea when you're going to be slightly electrocuted is a weird feeling, to say the least.
But I got shocked, felt better about Banjo's situation because it pretty much would be easy to learn not to do that to yourself too many times except I accidentally did it twice.
And here I am. It's Wednesday. Tomorrow I have to wake up and adventure to get April and we're heading to my last NSSSA conference. After last year's provincial I would of never guessed that the thought of going back could be so sad. I wish I could avoid it entirely; but I am not going to let anyone down. I am going to be a bitchin' skillbuilder. I am going to be the Katy-est katy that ever was a katy. I am going to warm fuzzy for Todd, and play PONY for Todd, and go to our last conference for Todd. He was so excited; he was right to be excited. it's going to be a conference to remember
"oh, at lunch
how i love to munch
and also crunch
on whoppers"
The end. I don't like how those burger king burgers have the same name as these delcious chocolate candies. It's a pet peeve.
But enough of that.
To recap= Saturday I went to Kristen's with Brea, Jess, and Brent. We danced and laughed and went to the park at two A.M. When I was swinging in the dark in the sweet night air I felt almost like myself again.
Sunday, we hung around Kristen's place allllllll day long, the highlight being watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 1 and eating Toulany's pizza. Everytime I took a bite the word "Cowabunga!" would pop up in my head.
Monday, Katie with an ie spent the night at my house and we complained A LOT. It was good to get all that stuff out. We also made crafts and barely paid attention to movies we were kind of sort of watching.
Tuesday, Katie, Kirker and I went to Jessie's place for the night. Jessie and I tried, and failed, to trampoline to the moon.
K: "Banjo.. are those your own binoculars, girl? Huh? Are those your own little doggy binoculars? Jessie, why does Banjo have tiny binoculars on her collar?"
J: "Uhh.. actually, that's a shock collar."
Sometime last night, probably around 12, I wanted to know what Banjo's shock collar felt like so badly to ensure that her cute little brain wasn't frazzled I strapped it on and headed outside. Kirker came too, probably to be on hand in case I passed out. Walking down a dark driveway wearing a dog's shock collar with no idea when you're going to be slightly electrocuted is a weird feeling, to say the least.
But I got shocked, felt better about Banjo's situation because it pretty much would be easy to learn not to do that to yourself too many times except I accidentally did it twice.
And here I am. It's Wednesday. Tomorrow I have to wake up and adventure to get April and we're heading to my last NSSSA conference. After last year's provincial I would of never guessed that the thought of going back could be so sad. I wish I could avoid it entirely; but I am not going to let anyone down. I am going to be a bitchin' skillbuilder. I am going to be the Katy-est katy that ever was a katy. I am going to warm fuzzy for Todd, and play PONY for Todd, and go to our last conference for Todd. He was so excited; he was right to be excited. it's going to be a conference to remember