It's time for me to stop using videos as posts, so next time I find a funny video, I'm just gonna put it in a video bar. (Pssst. Check out the video bar. Now. By now, I mean whenever I get around to putting the video bar on here.)So. Anyways.Soz that I haven't done ANYTHING AT ALL on my blog over the past half week. Last week was no computer week, and I got a lot of reading done, and so now I'm into this new series and it's really hard to put the book down. I just came downstairs from my room, ate a brownie crumb and half a bag of Utz Cheez Puff things, which were STALE because someone didn't put a chip clip on them. Behold the chip clip.
Love the chip clip. It will save you from numerous nasty encounters with cheez puffs that are difficult to eat because they are so old. Anywayzzzzzzzz... After that, I decided I should visit "that page on the web where I discuss my innermost thoughts and feelings". For example, I am dying to tell a joke. So here goes.THERE ARE FOUR COWS.
(Some of you are already laughing, I know it. The ones that I've told the joke to. For you others, your life is about to be enlightened.)
One mama cow and three baby cows.
Baby Cow One asks, "Mama? Why am I named Rose?"
Mama Cow says, "Because when you were born, a rose petal landed on your head.
Baby Cow Two asks, "Mama? Why am I named Daisy?"
Mama Cow says, "Because when you were born, a daisy petal landed on your head."
Baby Cow Three asks, "Lalsfkjofoehrknsfkhdfndfkeheinnppafbrses?"
Mama Cow says, "Shut up, Cinderblock."
Ahhhh, cow humor.
Next order of business. This past Sunday, two seriously cool chicks tried on shoes of various sorts, plus clothes ranking 12 on a 1-10 scale of ugliness. These stylin' chicas were first spotted at Marshall's, where the shorter of the two was accompanying her madre and her sister on a quest for the perfect first-day-of-dream-crushing-prison shoes. (Guys might not feel this way, but I believe that a good pair of shoes can make any day much sunnier. Especially ones that make me taller.) I should probably start at the beginning though, si? Mi familia (I'm taking Spanish. I'm mucho gusto, right? SHOUT OUT TO EMILY WHO LIKES SAYING "MUCHO GUSTO!" SAY IT FIVE TIMES FAST WHILE HOLDING YOUR TONGUE AND PETTING YOUR KNEE, IN HER HONOR!) had arrived home from camping earlier that morning, and after long showers where we washed off layers of bugspray and bugs, Mom, Julia and I picked up Aideen and Teagan, and we drove super-quick-like to TIME TO CLAY!!! Who doesn't love that place? Besides hoboes, who can't afford the prices. I mean, they charge you for breathing their air! $7 per person for two hours of oxygen and paint fumes! After stewing over the various breathtaking, dust covered clay pieces for three minutes, I chose an ice cream cone because it symbolized the end of summer and my love of ice cream. Clever, no? I will take a picture of me eating it when I get it on Sunday. Just remind me, because I have premature memory loss. After rushing to finish 30 seconds before TTC closed, we dashed across the street because it was getting really late, to Marshall's, one of the last stores Julia had yet to check for shoes. Aideen and I competed to see who could find the shoe with the highest heel. I found some four-inch thigh-high black leather boots that looked sooo snazzy with my beat up jean shorts and flashy tie-dye tee. When Aideen was wearing just those little sock things that don't do much when it comes to prevent spreading foot germs, and I was wearing the boots, I was the same height as her for the first time in my life! I feel so accomplished! I tried on a repulsive purple gray leopard print winter jacket, made my hair poof up with my headband, and struck a James Bond pose with my partner in crime, who was also sporting high-heeled boots. RANDOM QUESTION: DO GUYS HAVE TO WEAR THOSE LITTLE SOCK THINGS WHEN THEY TRY ON SHOES? After trying and failing to find shoes there, we finally arrived at DSW, where I believe I have a future as a window mannequin. I tried on high heeled clogs there, along with an oddly shaped hat, a scarf, a shoulder bag, and one of those oversized wallet things. People stared, pointed, and laughed, and I slipped up a couple times. I'd think they were gone, but the people would be looking in the window behind me, and I'd resume the position once again. We are just too cool.
Not much else has occured recently. Jail resumed a couple of days ago. And last night I spent two hours trying to mentally will the ice cream man to my street. I would be decorating my Spanish name tag in my bedroom, hear the familiar jingle, and tear down the stairs, grab my purse, and dash down the driveway. This occured three times. At eight, when we were eating dinner outside, because it was too hot indoors, I heard it for the final time, and leaped off the porch screaming "SOMEBODY GRAB MY PURSE!!!!!!!" I jumped the rock wall, stopped, listened, and full out sprinted to Scribner. Julia met up with me, handed me my cash, and we jumped around, flagging the ice cream man down, who turned out to be an ice cream woman instead. I got a chocolate ice cream covered in chocolate sauce in a chocolate cone with oreos on it. That was what made my day. My summer has now been fulfilled. And as I gnoshed on that $2.50 cone of joy, I reminisced about the summer. That puzzle that mom and I started in June? We finished last night. It was only 350 pieces too. All the day trips, crazy activities with my friends, endless IM conversations, bugbites... they made a pretty awesome vacation. One of the best, I'd say.
Gonna catch some shut eye. Buenos noches, mi amigos and amigas!
Lola (Sarah)
P.S. Just realized, guys wear socks with their shoes. All the time. They never wear tights or anything, so they don't need those beige thingies that fall off my feet. I'm glad that's all settled.
