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I made a necklace last night while watching SNL, which was pretty funny. Superbowl party tonight at my grandmas, I still haven't done my homework, or even started all the health i have to do...heh heh, wow. Had Fish Fry set up yesterday, apparently all the raffle baskets had alcohol in them (the gamers couldn't get drunk enough, apparently!). Pretty pathetic, if you ask me. Mraaaaaagh. I only know that Lara is coming tonight, everyone else was busy. Call me for directions and whatnot. I get my steel drums tonight...YESSSSSS! I'm sure Lara and I will end up singing a lot of Wicked songs tonight, because, um, well, we will. Especially Popular. I hope I can find some Wicked karaoke tracks, because Lara and Anna and I are arranging a karaoke party for a girl scout badge. This will be awesome. I'll probably need a lot of songs, so I'll start looking.
Man, last night Spats slashed me across the face and I had a big welt on my cheek. (We had just cut his claws and I was putting him in his Nightly Quarantine.) It's gone now but it was pretty funny. Whenever I say welt it reminds me of Kevin and Erica's party on the last day of school my freshman year, when Lisa smacked Jacob with the pinata stick (because she was blindfolded and he ran underneath after she broke it) and he ended up with a huge welt on his shoulder. That was one of the totally most kick-grass parties I've ever been to. Seriously.
BTW- we watched Some Like It Hot last night, and oldie with Marylin Monroe. One of the head Chicago gangsters was called Spats because he wore white spats everywhere (THE OUTFITS WERE SO COOL!). So apparently my cat is a anti-prohibition gangster from Chicago. Who knew?
Jack, meanwhile, sleeps by the toilet. I've realized that if I get on a plane and start talking to/about my cats, I can't say "Hi, Jack," for the obvious reason. Ok, I'm off to find karaoke and do SOME homework before I get to my steel drums. =^n.n^=
Man, last night Spats slashed me across the face and I had a big welt on my cheek. (We had just cut his claws and I was putting him in his Nightly Quarantine.) It's gone now but it was pretty funny. Whenever I say welt it reminds me of Kevin and Erica's party on the last day of school my freshman year, when Lisa smacked Jacob with the pinata stick (because she was blindfolded and he ran underneath after she broke it) and he ended up with a huge welt on his shoulder. That was one of the totally most kick-grass parties I've ever been to. Seriously.
BTW- we watched Some Like It Hot last night, and oldie with Marylin Monroe. One of the head Chicago gangsters was called Spats because he wore white spats everywhere (THE OUTFITS WERE SO COOL!). So apparently my cat is a anti-prohibition gangster from Chicago. Who knew?
Jack, meanwhile, sleeps by the toilet. I've realized that if I get on a plane and start talking to/about my cats, I can't say "Hi, Jack," for the obvious reason. Ok, I'm off to find karaoke and do SOME homework before I get to my steel drums. =^n.n^=
