I'm not sure what to call this, on account of it's content

Let me start with yesterday.
My stupid little balloon papier mache kind a crap got stoled or something in my art class. I skipped MATH PRACTICE so I could finish it because Ms. Macki said it was due on Friday, I got there it was gone, and I couldn't find it. So the teacher handed me this one coated balloon thing and popped it for me so I could collage it and stuff, but it was only one coat, so it was flimsy, so flimsy it was just not gonna work. And the person that got like expelled that had it, was such a bad papier macher that there were holes everywhere, I told Ms. Macki this, and she was all just put another coat on it. And I'm like, dude, it will fall apart, first it's flimsy as heck, second THERE'S NO BALLOON FOR SUPPORT! So for the next hour I tried really quickly to slap another coat on this little thing, and then trying to seal it off and ended up not having anything to collage it on to, when Ms. Macki said, "Oh well, some people aren't done yet, so we're going to extend this for now. Give it like another week or so." *Jaw drops.* So your saying that I have another week to do this? I just skipped MATH PRACTICE FOR THIS! I WILL FAIL MY SCARY EXAM ON WEDNESDAY FOR THIS LOAD OF CRAP THAT YOU SAID WILL TAKE ANOTHER WEEK????
Oh jeez. Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail. So for the next couple minutes I just got papier mache on my hands and just took all the newspaper on my hands and just pressed in on the caving in balloon thing, and groaned and said, "Can I just be done now? Please? I hate this." And the people at my table, just looked at me pitifully. I hate art class sometimes.

So yeah.
Then today since it's Saturday, my dad and mom went to work and stuff, and my brother is supposed to wake me up when he gets up in the morning, but today I got a special break cuz I was so tired, I got to get up at TEN! Whooo! So I set my alarm for 9:42, so I could snooze twice. Fell asleep and that was it.
I was having this strange dream though. It was like me and all these random people and we were sharing a house or something? I don't know. And we were all in seperate rooms and then we had this party and there were silly games and stuff, and dancing. And when it ended my friend had left, and I was all where did my friend go? She wasn't gonna stay the night, ONE night? And the lady of the house or something said that she had sent a letter to her family and they had gotten it that day or something and then she took off. And I was like. . .  oh, ok. (Like it was the most normal thing in the world to send a letter to your family and have them get it the same day.)
But yeah so I woke up and I ate some cheerios, and I was just thinking of eating the last apple when my mom came home and then we had to hustle and bustle to get to my bro's first basketball game. So we got there and we were tryin' to find a way in, and I hear someone go "This is NOT the right door, is it?" Wait, now who does that sound like? I turn around and Ms. Taylor is coming my way. With her two kids and her mysterious husband that we had heard so much about in 6th grade but never actually seen. And she double takes and looks at me, and says hey. And then we go back to looking for the right door. We finally found it and she's talking to her son, and says "Hey, remember the duck song I told you about? Well this is the girl that did it." And she turns to me and goes "He just learned the duck song a few weeks ago." And I'm just walking all awkward like. Because none of my family knew who she was, it looked like I was talking to some strange lady.
When we get into the court area my dad goes "Did you know that lady?" I was all "Yeah, Dad. She was my 6th grade english teacher." And we talked a little more about how it was kinda awkward like.
And we watched my brother stretch and warm  up for like 45 minutes. Then they played and my brother sat out for the first 10 minutes. And I watched the girls play on the other side and then I watched my brother. And you know, how like after awhile your eyes kinda wander? Well that's what mine were doing, so I was looking everywhere at once, while my parents were riveted on the game.
P.S. I just realized that in my haste to get ready for the Book Bash at Hannah Flagg's house I published this and didn't just save it for editting later. *Facepalm.

But ok, so moving on to what is NOW yesterday but was really the 'today' aforementioned above.
So when the basketball game was done, we went home and did stuff, not eventful things, mostly like I played on the computer or read my book, that sorts of stuff. At 3 my neighbor friend Lykesha came over and we played outside on some sleds, and did daring things like going down the plastic things backwards and sideways and on the other side of the fire pit in my backyard where it gets really steep. Then we abandoned the sleds and started rolling down the hill and somersaulting down it. At 4 she had to leave, but she left a little earlier. So technically I had 20 minutes before I needed to start getting ready for the Book Bash. Now, I had to make my hair really curly to make it look like Minerva Paradizo from Artemis Fowl and the Lost Colony. My hair is naturally wavy/curly so you would think it wouldn't be that hard. Oh, but it is. I had to LOOK UP how to make your hair curly and then I had to try and do it not very experiencedlike and I failed. Well sorta. I mean it was curly, but it was way poofier than it should have been, and I am not a natural platinum blonde, so I made it like a messy curly instead of a sophisticated-smart-12-year-old-rich-french-girl kind of hair. Count down.
Time that the party starts: 5:00
Time it is now: 4:03

SHOWER TIME! I'm jumping in the shower and before my hairs all the way wet I am applying shampoo. So I get that all done and I use the deep conditioning stuff and I have to sit in the shower for 3 minutes not letting my hair get wet or anything and I need to be rushing. Longest 3 minutes of my LIFE.

Current Time: 4:09
I'm ripping the Hair dryer out of the drawer and plugging it in, for some reason it won't turn on. So in my haste I unplug the clock (which right now while I'm writing this is still unplugged), and I say forget it, and grab the OTHER hair dryer and run to my room. I'm blow drying like mad, flipping my head over and shaking it around spraying my cats with shower water, and then trying to blow them dry. :) I finally get it so it's mostly dry, and I then I start picking out what I am going to wear there exactly. I pick out a white polo and a navy blue skirt. That would be what a sophisticated-smart-12-year-old-rich-french-girl would wear, right? But then I don't have normal colored flats, I have bright yellow flats that I bought at Wal-mart for two dollars last year. But that's it, so I said aw skip it, and put on my Dr. Seuss converse. But my hair is still looking like 80's hair.
Current Time: 4:20
40 minutes left, and my mom attacks my head with a curling iron. And I have little elegant curls that start to flow down the side of my face like a french girls, and I'm happy with that. But the rest of my head still looks like a rats nest. But I suppose I have to deal with it. I figure I don't have to work THAT hard for a little sleepover thing with my friends. But I LOVE this series, and I wanted to look like Minerva. *Little foot stamp* It was slow going because my hair is long and you can't really twirl a little old curling iron around long hair without tangling it. So it was a long while.
Current Time: 4:50
Phone call from Cassandy, asking when I'm going to get there. Technically if I hurry we could be there by 5:04. So I tell her that I will be leaving in a few and I'm hurrying. I shove some clothes in a bag, grab the book that I'm dressed up from, my favorite book, and then this book I want Hannah to borrow, but sadly I came home with. :( I grab my CD's, and then I grab Eclipse. Of course I grab my iPod, because I hardly ever go anywhere without that thing. And then I'm ready to go, slip on my sweat pants and a sweatshirt so I don't freeze to death. It's few minutes before we actually make it to the car and start leaving.
Current Time: 5:00
We are driving, but not so hurried anymore, because the whole world is not going to come crashing down around our ears if we're a few minutes late. We get there and I jump out of the car say good-bye to my mom, and knock on the door, I get inside, and go upstairs. There's Kirsten, Hannah and Cassandra, my BFF's. No Brianna though. I figured out she bailed.


So for the next little while we made Butter Beer and took some shots out of shot glasses of butter beer so we could feel important. And then Kirsten had to GO AT 6:30, cuz she was going somewhere. (Bum.)
Then for the next few hours we talked and listened to music ran the battery down on my iPod, and put make up on eachother and all that good stuff that happens at a sleepover. We cubed, talked some more played on Cassandra's phone that gets youtube, and then around 12:00 we put in Eclipse. So we kinda dissected that movie and talked about how bad it was, and it was really fun. Because we took turns groaning at it, because it was cheeseballish, and the acting was. . . .not good. And how the music was not fitting for the scenes, and Hannah kept taking the snuggie that I was using as a blanket. Then we were like, yeah! Sorcerer's Apprentice! Put it in brutha! So we did. We all fell asleep. :) Within like 20 minutes.
The next morning I woke up to some pages turning, and I was all, dude, is Hannah READING while we are asleep??? She was, she was reading My Sister's Keeper. Wow. And I sat up and rubbed my eyes smearing my already whack looking make up. Then we talked for a little while more about weird stuff I don't remember. And then her mom brought us some lemon cinnamon rolls that were soooo good. We put in some OC from 2003, and I couldn't stop watching it, so she let me borrow it. :) I finally went home at around 3ish. And took a shower and watched some more OC.
Let me let you in on a secret. I just stopped typing because I had to go watch the last final episode of Hannah Montana. Not because of a younger sibling or something, NO, I WANTED to watch it. I mean when I was 8-9 she was my flippin' hero. And that was the last episode, and I couldn't just NOT watch it. And it was good. :) And I'm not ashamed of that. :)

So this super duper long post is over, and I will stop writing so you can get on with your lives and not be totally bored to death by the awesomeness of butter beer and Hannah Montana. :)
Delaney