Extremely Lengthy Post

My throat hurts, my ears ache, and my feet are bleeding. Throw that all in the great big pot of "no sleep, lots of sugar" and you get one really messed up looking chick. (That would be me.) Unless you are completely oblivious to the world of the socially elite, you would know that all of the previous indicates a wild school dance. Nothing like spending your Friday evening with 400 of your closest friends and enemies, dancing in a gym that just celebrated its 100th birthday. Oh yeah. Livin' the dream, baby!
The initial "excited for the dance/yay it's Friday/TONIGHT'S THE DANCE!!!" vibe began at approximately 6:43 yesterday morning, as I skipped my way to the bus stop. There is nothing like a good morning skip to really pick you up! Ya know? That first bout of excitement peaked on the bus when Catherine and I began belting out

LET'S DANCE, LET'S SHOUT! (SHOUT!)
Shake you body down to the ground!

Morning rush numero uno ended in the midst of science, due to a combination of boredom and too much morning pep. That is not to say that there was another morning rush. Because there wasn't. I was wiped out for the rest of the time spent in that little fire hazard of a building. That afternoon, I arrived home in a state of elegance, after having tripped a small twig on the long trek up my never-ending driveway. Luckily, no one was around to see me during this moment of extreme grace. But honestly, come on! A decade of ballet for that? Once safely in my twig-free house, I dropped my bag on the bench, plugged my iPod into my head, blasted my favorite song of the week, ("When I Grow Up", by the Pussycat Dolls) simultaneously beginning the laundry. (This summer, Julia begins her two year long laundry service! Wooot!) Once the colored load was in the washing machine, I grabbed some Windex, OxiClean, paper towels, and a toilet brush. To instill in myself some needed confidence for this nasty job, I switched tracks, from "Break Your Heart" to Christina Aguilera's "Fighter". And then...

I ATTACKED MY BATHROOM WITH A VENGEANCE!
"TAKE THAT, MIRROR!"
"TASTE WINDEX, FIEND!"
AND LOTS OF
"OH THAT'S GROSS!" *GAG*

Of course, I only said that in my head. I didn't actually speak those words aloud. There's only so much crazy you can do in a day. I was relieved of bathroom duty when Megan arrived, thanks to the super power of Mom! I can't believe I just said "bathroom duty". Should I delete that...? Megan arrived for the very first time at exactly 3:38 to see not only my house, but me running out my door towards her car and doing spazzy jumping jack things. I believe I slightly intimidated her brother, whom I enjoy calling Zeke, even though that's not his real name. Poor Zeke probably didn't like it when his little sister ran into a strange house with Spazzy Jumping Jack Girl. Megan entered my house "ooooh"ing and "aaaaah"ing at our large T.V.'s. I scored big when I got a dad who likes large T.V.'s. She dumped her multiple bags in my room, which isn't more than 15'x15', and we ran downstairs to wait for Sorrell and Catherine. After waiting for an eternity of 10 minutes, Sorrell arrived, and shortly thereafter, Catherine did as well. So we proceeded up 14 stairs, down a hallway, and to the right, to the girliest room of all time, filled with pink, yellow, and flowers. I settled in for the long haul in my rocking chair, doing math and geography homework with the assistance of Megan's iTouch calculator. Within minutes, my room reeked of hairspray and nail polish, so I yanked open the windows and started the ceiling fan.
Blah blah blah, we danced, we sang, we laughed, we cried because we laughed. I even bled a little. Which is weird, because then I had the bleeding foot thing later that night... Anyways, at 5:30, we descended the stairs to eat dinner, which consisted of spaghetti and bread. Oh yes. BREAD. Shannon arrived just as we were sitting down, and after we scarfed down that totally healthy meal, complete with Smart Balance Butter, we headed upstairs for the final time for mandatory "RUSH RUSH RUSH, MOVE MOVE MOVE, WE ARE IN A TIME CRUNCH, LADIES!!!" hour. I made sure everyone had their tickets, and we piled into the van and were off! It was incredibly stuffy, but we didn't dare risk an opened window, for fear of mussed hair. We smiled insanely at passing cars and sang loudly and off key-ly to the newest KISS108 songs. We glided up to the sidewalk in a van of blue, in front of a smallish car, behind a police car. As far as I know, Mr. Officer Man was just there to supervise. No one commited any actual crimes. I think the local criminals prefer to break the law on weekdays. Even people running from the law have things to do on Friday nights.
Into the swarming mass of bodies we went! People hugged, people "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"'ed, people took pictures, etc. At least, they took pictures until they were instructed not to, lest their phones be taken away. No phones were seen after that. It was a CRAAAAZY fun night! I danced my feet off, shook my head until my eyeballs almost fell out, and sang so much that my voice cracked when I was saying bye to everyone. But the BEST part was dancing with Jonnnnnnnnnnathannnnnnnn. How ditzy did that sound? Not that I care. I refuse to take it back! :-D
At home again, we were nothing but mindless zombies, slumping onto my bedroom floor as, one at a time, we used the bathroom to get ready for bed. Downstairs an hour later- Shannon, Sorrell, and Megan set up their sleeping bags on the floor, and Catherine and I reigned Queens of the Couches. After about a half hour of "What A Girl Wants", three out of five of us had gone to sleep. I IMed Jon for a bit, and then, thinking everyone was asleep, turned off the computer and tiptoed into the family room, to find that Shannon was still awake. So we watched the rest of the movie together in the quiet house, full of sleeping chicas. Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to hear someone walk into the refrigerator after trying to navigate her way through the darkness of the house. I just smiled silently and went back to sleep.
So here we are. It's taken me three hours to type this, because I got bored so many times that I started watching T.V. on the computer instead. But I am FINALLY done. And no, I will not go and highlight all of the words that I capitalized/put in quotes/put in parenthesis. I might just do paragraphs. I'm gonna go read a book.

Sarah out.