Ohhh f*$% it...I'M GONNA HAVE A PARTY...
I love senior experience. Sigh. NOY.
Love spell, anyone? (wink...only a FEW people know what I'm talking about..."You wouldn't happen to have any of his hair, would you?")
I'm getting a mani-pedi for prom/mystic tanning it tomorrow...or maybe I'll just hit the pool. Either way, I REALLY need to get a tan if I'm going to look even relatively decent in my dress.
So I got this magic Hollywood dress tape stuff today at Victoria's Secret with Gweelia and Eugene and the saleslady was like, "That stuff's amazing! It never stops sticking! I almost ripped off my skin trying to get my dress off!", which sounds perfect because...let's face it...booty dancing? In MY dress? PAH!! That sounds like Girls Gone Wild The Sequel!!! Hahaha so I decided that even if William goes in for a feel-ski, it's going to be SEVERELY difficult for him due to this overly-strong dress tape shiznat, at which point, I will point and laugh at him and then send him home.
Mads/spring concert was ok...my dearest darling-est SLOVAKIAN BEAST had a solo for jazz...it was beautiful. I wanted to lug the poor beast offstage and carry her off into the sunset (platonically, of course...).
EMMA'S NOW WORKING WITH ME!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!! I'M SOOOO EXCITED!!!! WOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!! GOOOOOOOOO RANDOLPH'S!!! YAYAYAYAYAY!!! I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!!
During warming up with the Mads before the concert, James looked at me and said OPAH!!! At which point a giant FLOOD of memories from Orlando came over me. MAZEL TOV, EVERYONE. MAZEL. TOV. And, as usual...INJUN JOE!!!!!!
Oh. And, according to Genesie-Poo, I make out with an unknown person when I sing Danny Boy. Sounds hot. Wish I knew I was getting this action beforehand. Kinda takes me by surprise each time.
I got invited to be roommates with these two really timidly-friendly girls (ones from Colorado, the other is from California...California...HERE WE COOOOOOOOOOOOOME) and I sent them back this hugely long over-zealous e-mail all about myself. I hope I didn't scare the poor dears off.
And last, but CERTAINLY NOT least...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH KYSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY FOR BEING SEVENTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!!
Thanks for inviting me to breakfast, sweetums. I'll get back to you about Friday night. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!
Love spell, anyone? (wink...only a FEW people know what I'm talking about..."You wouldn't happen to have any of his hair, would you?")
I'm getting a mani-pedi for prom/mystic tanning it tomorrow...or maybe I'll just hit the pool. Either way, I REALLY need to get a tan if I'm going to look even relatively decent in my dress.
So I got this magic Hollywood dress tape stuff today at Victoria's Secret with Gweelia and Eugene and the saleslady was like, "That stuff's amazing! It never stops sticking! I almost ripped off my skin trying to get my dress off!", which sounds perfect because...let's face it...booty dancing? In MY dress? PAH!! That sounds like Girls Gone Wild The Sequel!!! Hahaha so I decided that even if William goes in for a feel-ski, it's going to be SEVERELY difficult for him due to this overly-strong dress tape shiznat, at which point, I will point and laugh at him and then send him home.
Mads/spring concert was ok...my dearest darling-est SLOVAKIAN BEAST had a solo for jazz...it was beautiful. I wanted to lug the poor beast offstage and carry her off into the sunset (platonically, of course...).
EMMA'S NOW WORKING WITH ME!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!! I'M SOOOO EXCITED!!!! WOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!! GOOOOOOOOO RANDOLPH'S!!! YAYAYAYAYAY!!! I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!!
During warming up with the Mads before the concert, James looked at me and said OPAH!!! At which point a giant FLOOD of memories from Orlando came over me. MAZEL TOV, EVERYONE. MAZEL. TOV. And, as usual...INJUN JOE!!!!!!
Oh. And, according to Genesie-Poo, I make out with an unknown person when I sing Danny Boy. Sounds hot. Wish I knew I was getting this action beforehand. Kinda takes me by surprise each time.
I got invited to be roommates with these two really timidly-friendly girls (ones from Colorado, the other is from California...California...HERE WE COOOOOOOOOOOOOME) and I sent them back this hugely long over-zealous e-mail all about myself. I hope I didn't scare the poor dears off.
And last, but CERTAINLY NOT least...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH KYSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY FOR BEING SEVENTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!!
Thanks for inviting me to breakfast, sweetums. I'll get back to you about Friday night. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!