People Movin' In 'n Stuff

Me step-sista gonna move in wit' me, 'n she gonna stay fo'... few mont's, t'ree mont's o' so.

I'm excited. It's going to be fun.

In other news, I think I'm gradually developing a stutter for some reason. But it's only when I talk casually to my friends. I don't really go, "A-and then she said she w-was some kinda dumb, b-b-but she's not." I just sort of go, "And then, and then she said she was, she was kinda dumb; but she's not." I don't do it purposefully. Do lots of people do that? I don't know, I hope I'm not developing a stutter. It would annoy the crap out of me when I'm trying to say something.

Isn't my life riveting? Yeah, so, I'll end this with an equally uninteresting excerpt from a story I'm writing.

He looked down at the yellow bottle swinging in Terry's hand as they walked. "You gonna drink that?"

Terry looked down at his lemonade, three-quarters full. He only bought it at the last gas station they passed because he had a little money left and thought he'd be thirsty later. "What? I've already drank out of it."

"I don't care. Can I have some?"

Terry lightly grimaced. "But...but I've already drank out of it."

Matt laughed at him. "Fine, if you don't want me to drink it, I'll just be thirsty until we get back."

Terry held out the bottle. "Fine, you can have it."

"Germ-ophobe," Matt teased as he took the bottle and had a long sip out of it.

Hey Hollywood Producers, Have Fun With This.

'Ello, 'ello. I's just a-stoppin' by fer a li'l updite, y'know?

I really have nothing to say because my life is ridiculously uneventful, but I should update this thing.

OH. I went to see a play last night. It was a local thing the high school was throwing. It was The Wizard of Oz!

So I sat in a theatre for three hours watching the most amazing thing to ever cross my eyes, sandwiched between two of my friends. And during the intermission, one of my friends left.

So he paid six dollars to watch half of The Wizard of Oz. How did he deal with the suspense?

Anyway, he's a lame-o. At least my other friend stuck through it with me. And I knew a good portion of the cast, so that was exciting. (Can't you feel me exploding with enthusiasm?)

It's late. I haven't done my homework. I haven't cleaned my room. It's been a productive day. I should sleep.

I'll end this wildly entertaining blog post with an anecdote that just happened. Like, thirty minutes ago.

So it was after my shower, and I was applying my anti-acne cream, right? Like a good girl, so I wouldn't get any pimples. So I was rubbing it onto my forehead, my face close to the mirror, my eyes looking up at my face to make sure I get everywhere, when a huge glop of it fell RIGHT into my wide-opened eye. Left one.

I started FREAKING THE HELL OUT. I thought I was about to go BLIND. My eye was closed, even though I know that probably wasn't too good for it, but I couldn't open it for the life of me. Anyway, I immediately flung myself at the toilet paper, unrolling a huge strip and rubbing my eye into openness, and once the toilet paper was destroyed I grabbed another piece. I repeated this process like four times, and then I suddenly thought, lol, what is water? So I grabbed my towel and ran it under the sink, and rubbed at my eye with different parts of the towel until it was all better. And then I stared at myself with my red eye, and I thought--I'm not kidding you--"Well, now I won't get acne on my eye anymore." I didn't even think about it. So I facepalmed and went back to applying the cream.

This all happened in two seconds.

Night, babes.