Oh, roflcopter, Dan Wrobbel
So Stephen Trepah added me on myspace. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. I seriously just did something that girls aren't supposed to be able to do.
Dan Wrobbel cracks me up. So, of course, us being ride home buddies, today was like every other. "How you gettin' home?" "I don't know, how you gettin' home?" Typical. But today, at S&Q, we tried my brother and Alyssa (the first was not home and the second was sleeping), so Dan and I are like, "I guess we're walking home." But before we left, we had a good half hour conversation and then all of a sudden, "Ready to go? Okay, hold on while I go break up with Mikaela." I just laughed and got out of the band room quickly because I did not want to be part of that scene. After he did it (which took like 35 seconds) we started walking when he realized he had to go make sure the doors were shut. Awkward, we'll say. And then we started walking again and bribed Bob with snackwraps (which he declined) to come pick us up. Thanks, Bob!
The phone at our house is currently not in working order. Dead battery or something. So my dad calls and I'm like, "Carol, how do I answer it?!" (because using the other phone upstairs is just too much work) and Carol says: "Use speaker phone!" So I quickly turned that biotch on and had to shout for like a minute and a half the pita orders we were placing with my popz. Turkey for Carol, Club for myself. Wait, he just called back and I've been informed that Mom's buying pizza for us. Hot damn. What a great day.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to myspace comment Stephen Trepah and clean up my mess. And hopefully some applesauce will be had.
I'd burn the city down just to show you the lights...SARA KINofGAS.