I miss D.C. That was the first thing I said when I got on the bus this morning. It's true, I feel homesick. That place became my home in less than 6 days! Brooke's there right now (envy, envy, envy) and I bet she's having a great time. Sadly, she doesn't have Kevin to share it with her! I finally got a picture of him up. Our poor, headless Kevin on the Clover Cafeteria table. ;) Today wasn't very exciting. It's Monday, what do you expect? But Saturday night was. I haven't had that much fun in weeks! Just Stephanie (stephaniecassandra.blogspot.com), Jen, and myself plus the ability to bottom-feed. Bottom-feeding is like what Spongebob does in that episode that ends with the gorilla and the horse running away. Yeah, we walked through the mall passing random strangers and doing that. We also did it in the elevator. The three of us took the elevator like 5 times for no reason. We got it to ourselves a few times and sang forgotten Brittney Spears songs at the top of our lungs. Forgotten to everyone but us, that is. We still know every lyric from when we were in kindergarten and would pop the CD in everyday after school, making up new lyrics that were so much better than the original ones and dancing around the family room. Things aren't like that anymore, but we sure got close in that elevator. We also had a dance party in Target. Stephanie brought her dinosaur-aged iPod (what would we do without that thing?), plugged it into one of the new iHomes, turned up the volume loud enough for the entire first floor to hear (maybe even the second if they were lucky), circled her finger around the dial and pushed play once landing on Womanizer. We danced around the narrow isle mouthing the words and doing strange hand movements that belonged in Napoleon Dynamite until this nerdy guy showed up. He worked at Target, and walked by quite a few times during our party to check on us. Eventually, he stopped, made a strange hand motion that we hadn't thought to do in our dance, and told us to "quiet down please". Steph mindlessly grabbed her dinosaur and we giggle-walked to Macy's. Oh, and then there were the wangsters and Mr. Nice Guy. There were two, wanna be gangsters in matching blue T-shirts that hung down to their knees at the mall. Stephanie and Jen spotted them first, claiming they were like "girls, girls, girls" when they passed. So after grabbing a giant Coke at the pretzel place, we walked by them, saying loudly "I DON'T JUDGE." They heard us and came back later to say "Remember, don't judge" to which we replied "WE DO NOW!" and ran away to find Mr. Nice Guy. He's this almost hot 16 year old or possibly tall 15 year old who walked by us and said hi. I stared at Steph and Jen to my left and screeched "do you know him?" Neither of them did, so it still remains a mystery if Mr. Nice Guy thought we were hot or thought he knew us. We never did find him after that. There was this whole plan to give him the rejection hot line number and everything! Oh well. I'll post a picture of our mall adventure tomorrow, if I have time to blog. It's an early release day, but I have ortho and hair appointments. We'll see. It's time for me to do some homework. Blahhhhhhhh. Let's escape to Washington D.C.
October 27, 2008
The Mall Adventure
I miss D.C. That was the first thing I said when I got on the bus this morning. It's true, I feel homesick. That place became my home in less than 6 days! Brooke's there right now (envy, envy, envy) and I bet she's having a great time. Sadly, she doesn't have Kevin to share it with her! I finally got a picture of him up. Our poor, headless Kevin on the Clover Cafeteria table. ;) Today wasn't very exciting. It's Monday, what do you expect? But Saturday night was. I haven't had that much fun in weeks! Just Stephanie (stephaniecassandra.blogspot.com), Jen, and myself plus the ability to bottom-feed. Bottom-feeding is like what Spongebob does in that episode that ends with the gorilla and the horse running away. Yeah, we walked through the mall passing random strangers and doing that. We also did it in the elevator. The three of us took the elevator like 5 times for no reason. We got it to ourselves a few times and sang forgotten Brittney Spears songs at the top of our lungs. Forgotten to everyone but us, that is. We still know every lyric from when we were in kindergarten and would pop the CD in everyday after school, making up new lyrics that were so much better than the original ones and dancing around the family room. Things aren't like that anymore, but we sure got close in that elevator. We also had a dance party in Target. Stephanie brought her dinosaur-aged iPod (what would we do without that thing?), plugged it into one of the new iHomes, turned up the volume loud enough for the entire first floor to hear (maybe even the second if they were lucky), circled her finger around the dial and pushed play once landing on Womanizer. We danced around the narrow isle mouthing the words and doing strange hand movements that belonged in Napoleon Dynamite until this nerdy guy showed up. He worked at Target, and walked by quite a few times during our party to check on us. Eventually, he stopped, made a strange hand motion that we hadn't thought to do in our dance, and told us to "quiet down please". Steph mindlessly grabbed her dinosaur and we giggle-walked to Macy's. Oh, and then there were the wangsters and Mr. Nice Guy. There were two, wanna be gangsters in matching blue T-shirts that hung down to their knees at the mall. Stephanie and Jen spotted them first, claiming they were like "girls, girls, girls" when they passed. So after grabbing a giant Coke at the pretzel place, we walked by them, saying loudly "I DON'T JUDGE." They heard us and came back later to say "Remember, don't judge" to which we replied "WE DO NOW!" and ran away to find Mr. Nice Guy. He's this almost hot 16 year old or possibly tall 15 year old who walked by us and said hi. I stared at Steph and Jen to my left and screeched "do you know him?" Neither of them did, so it still remains a mystery if Mr. Nice Guy thought we were hot or thought he knew us. We never did find him after that. There was this whole plan to give him the rejection hot line number and everything! Oh well. I'll post a picture of our mall adventure tomorrow, if I have time to blog. It's an early release day, but I have ortho and hair appointments. We'll see. It's time for me to do some homework. Blahhhhhhhh. Let's escape to Washington D.C.
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