2002-07-09: 7:34 a.m.
Has anybody seen my banner? It's driving me crazy, I though I had a cool banner, at least I thought so, but how am I supposed to know if it's not up, hmm?
We died my hair. It came out black instead of dark brown like it was supposed to. Then we went to put red chunks in it and the came out thin orange stripes. It's ok though, I guess.
Last night was pretty crappy. Gailmi and I went to the beach to hang out around 9:00 last night. Nobody was there so we left our shorts, shoes and keys in the lifeguard tower. We went for a walk, we weren't even gone twenty minutes, and all our stuff was gone. We checked the parking lot to make sure our car was still there, and it was. We walked all over the beach trying to find someone with a cell phone so we could call mom. Nobody had one. We checked all the trash cans and none of our stuff was in there. We went out to the parking lot again and these girls were getting in their car. We asked if they had a cell phone and they said no. We told them what was going down and they offered to drive us to the gas station. So we went to the gas station and called mom. Her Phil came and brought us some extra keys to drive home. It was lame. And this is ironic, as soon as we turned the car on, "I've Seen Better Days" came on. Now that was appropriate. Gailmi had over a hundred friggin' dollars worth of keychains.
The we stayed up all night playing Super Mario Brothers. We played from 10:45 pm to 6:00 am this morning. Well we FINALLY got bored with it but we didn't want to play anymore games or watch a movie. So Gailmi got the bright idea of playing Chain Story. If there's anyone who doesn't know what that is, it's when one person starts a story and they tell a bit of it and then make the next person continue and when they say a little and pass to the next and so on and so forth. Well, we played and the first story, she started. It was about these two princesses that ruled a kingdom and they had monsters (good monsters but big, like Sweetums from the Muppets) and some people. They went to war with The Nextkingdomover. (That was the name of the next kingdom over.)and won. Well then she made me start the story and I could think of anything, but it turned it great, this is how it goes.
Me: "Once upon a time, there was a boy named Bobby. He didn't have any frineds. He wasn't mean or anything, it's just that nobody like him and they all made fun of him because his name was Bobby. Well Bobby didn't like having no friends. He was a very creative boy so he decided to make himself a friend."
Gailmi: "Bobby didn't have many resources so he decided to make his out of papier mache. He got some water and glue and paper and made his papier mache doll. When he was done, he covered it with shellac. He took it with him everywhere he went, carrying it under his arm. All the people looked at him funny, but he didn't care 'cause they always had anyway."
Me: "Well one night, Bobby came home and sat his papier mache doll on the dresser and he was getting into bed when he saw a shooting star so he made a wish that his papier mache doll would become real."
Gailmi: "Well, poor Bobby's wish didn't come true because wishing on a star doesn't work. He was very angry at his papier mache doll so he threw him in the gutter."
Me: "But Bobby went to school and there was a new boy named Billy. All the children made fun of Billy. At lunch time, Bobby asked Billy, 'Do you want to be my friend?' and Billy said, 'No, 'cause you're a loser-'"
Gailmi: "'I already heard about you and your papier mache!' So Bobby was sad and he went home and decided to make a new story out of popsicle sticks."
Me: "But he decided to give up because he knew it would never be real and he's never have any friends so he went to his father's room and shot himself. The end."
-stopping for some laughter-
Gailmi: "Okay, okay... Once upon a time there was this papier mache doll in a gutter who suddenly came to life. Then he realized he was in a gutter."
Me: "He also realized he was shellaced so he couldn't move. This made him very sad. So he taught himself telepathy and one day when a man walked by his gutter, he used his telepathy to move the man's lighter out of his pocket and into the gutter. He then used it to set himself on fire, the end."
-stopping for some laughter-
Gailmi: "There once was a man made of popsicle sticks-"
Me: "No! There once was a man walking down a street when he say his lighter fly out of his pocket and fall into a gutter. 'Holy shit!' he yelled, 'that was pretty cool!' He was so distracted by it that he stopped paying attention and he got hit by a car. The end"
-stopping for laughter-
Me: "There once was aboy named Billy. He felt so bade because he had picked on this boy named Bobby and Bobby killed himself. Billy was so upset, he didn't see a man looking in the gutter for his lighter and he hit him with the car."
Gailmi: "And Billy went to jail for vehicular homicide, where he met Bubba, who made Billy his bitch. The end."
-stopping for laughter-
Gailmi: "There once was a man named Bubba who met the love of his life through the prison system."
-stopping for laughter-
Me: "There was a man made out of popsicle sticks. He had never been a popsicle, just some sticks. The boy who had made him killed himself. Well this man wanted more than anything ot be a popsicle. So he taught himself martial arts and moved himself down stairs and into the fridge where he dropped himself in a pitched of Kool-Aid. He then moved himself and the Kool-Aid to the freezer to freeze himself where he became a popsicle."
Gailmi: "The neighbor, Steve, came over and ate the popsicle, including the sticks, because she was weird, the end."
-stop for laughing-
Me: "Once upon a time there was a splinter on a popsicle stick."
Gailmi: "He was a very happy splinter."
Me: "But some weird old lady named Steve ate him and the popsicle stick he rode in on and when she was taking a poop, the splinter got stuck in her butt. She didn't feel him, but he satyed there for years and he wound up being covered with poo. One time, when she wiped though, he finally came off anf -FLUSH!- went down the toilet. But he met a pretty little fish in the sewer and they fell in love and were happily married and lived together forever... or for a while. The end."
Gailmi: "He can't fall in love with the fish in the sewer, there are no fish in the sewer."
Me: "Okay, he fell in love with the alligator in te sewer, then."
-quiet-
Me: "No, 'cause you're a loser."
Gailmi: "I already heard about you and your papier mache!"
Snort the mooncrack.
MOONCRACKHEAD AND AWAY!
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