So there was a dance tonight and it went...badly. No staff attending and two of our PTA people (including the one I told I needed two extra volunteers?) yeah, they didn't show up. Or so I thought. They were just off doing their own project. So there were three of us running the dance. I'm not even sure I have the ability to be furious anymore. The bonus is that it ended early. Of course, it ended early because that was the only recourse I had when the kids wouldn't listen to us about behaving. I made little girls cry, you guys. On the plus side, I heard three songs that I liked and I've figured out one of them. Well, two, but I think I'm supposed to be embarrassed if one of them is Taylor Swift? I don't know. One's Metro Station. Does that get me points? The other one talks about the sky falling down. I don't know. I'm so out of the loop. Anyway - very irritated on a PTA front and just tired. I'm really tired. The "why am I even bothering with this" kind of tired that I don't want to be.
One of my friends sent me a text from Disneyland saying that "Ashlee Simpson, Pete Wentz and family are right in front of us in line". I texted back to see if she took a pic, but she said their bodyguard was SCARY, so no. It's almost Halloween, and they were probably at the Haunted Mansion. I think they're still doing it up NBC every year, and we all know Pete's a fan. Speaking of, maybe I'll watch that tomorrow night.
I have over 10,000 words on a story I may not post and that I'm pretty sure only
inlovewithnight will read and, if rumors of bandom fandom are true, might get me lynched. I'm excited. I'm going to have ice cream and go to bed. It's really the only possible answer.