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Saint Patrick's Day
So yeah, yesterday was pretty awesome. Rehearsal was fun...Erin made me kiss JK, that was slightly hilarious. Oh, and Ian got his hair french-braided. That was interesting. Then we went to Mike's house. Eric needs to get his mind out of the gutter and never, ever do that again. Oh, Bev handcuffed Mike and then she and Greg tickled him. Yes, Greg and Wasser were there. It was like yay ^.^ and we went to Mike's basement, put on a strobe light, and danced to Flogging Molly. Then we went outside and jumped around on the trampoline. I managed to break a nail, get some of my hair ripped out, and get hit in the head by JK's knee when he fell. JK called me high-maintenence. Blekk, I don't wanna be thought of as high-maintenence. In my mind, I'm not, but apparently he thinks wanting to cuddle is high-maintenence. And just a heads-up everybody, when I cross my arms and put my head down, it means I'm using my imagination to have more fun than I'd be having at the moment. Like say, going flying with Siberia instead of sitting and staring out the window. No, I'm not emoing. Apparently JK thinks that when I sit like that I'm either emoing, pouting, or sulking, and it is usually none of the three. If I'm annoyed or sad, you can tell by looking at me. If my face is blank, it means I'm neither annoyed nor sad. Got that? Thanks. Nerp nerp, dears, seeya tomorrow.
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