lalalalala, I have not posted for a week!

So now that I'm writing, I will write. Soooo, what to write, I guess my weekend. So on Friday night was the last school dance of the year, and of my middle school career, so I felt obligated to go. It was actualy quite a bit more enjoyable then the average dance, because there was quite a bit less dancing, and people that usualy don't go, went. One of those people, was Daniel, who spent the whole time doing the dance he had learnd from wathcing one too many Stevie Wonder concerts, and wearing a white polyester shirt, that tied up in the front. Yes, all kinds of crazy things, that are unspeakable, so I will not speak of them. Then Maddie spent the night, and we wathced Happy Gilmore, and I slept quite comfortably on the couch. She awakend quite early, because it was her sibling's birthday, and I slept for another 3 hours. Then, later that day my mother and I made shortbread cookies, and prepared a screen, for silk screening. This was all done fairly late at night, and while this was taking place I was also watching the Starlight parade, and making paper CD cases. We then watched Saturday Night Live, and retired to our sleeping quarters. This morning, I was rudely awakend by a phone call from none other then Lacey, who was inquiring to when she may come to my house, I quickly got ready and said "any time". When Lacey arived, about an hour later, we dipped the shortbread we had made the previous day, in chocolate. We then silk screaned pathces, with the screen we had prepared the previous day. The patches that were made were little K record symbols, K kitties, and Polaris constlations. Then we just ran around, visting a family friend, who just like myself, dog had died, (my dog died last Friday, the 27th).

When we got back, we ironed our patches, and I learned that I am in fact, not good with an iron. I burned myself three times. One of the burns came quite comically, I was attempting to dance and iron at the same time, which does in fact, not work, and I fell quite hard on the floor, pulling the iron on top of me, we had a good laugh. OOOOOHHH! BURN!
Most of the day was spent irritating my mother, on accident, I swear. Almost everything she would say, I would repeat, I was not even aware I was doing it! It was very similar to, if you ever read Kurt Vonnegut's "Breakfast of Champions", to when Dwayne Hoover had a short lived tic, that would make him repeat the last word of what was said to him. I also told her that she "reeked of death" when she asked why the neighbor's dog was avoiding her. It was not too unrealistic, the dog that was avoiding her was almost the same dog that had died in our house a week before. Do you think the dog could have known?

Well, I have to go do school stuff, yes I still have school for another week and a half!