Super Duper to the Hooray.
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YOUR GRILL.
SO I went to this dance last night
which was supposed to be corny.
It wasn't so bad.
There were three guys that asked me to dance, none of them I wanted to dance with. So I didn't.
One was uber-skinny and couldn't find a dancer partner and he was like "mumblelkajdh" and I was like "she's my date" pointing to Marian and giving an I'm-sorry smile.
The other had huge eyes and looked perhaps kind of psycho, and again, I pointed to a female, but this time it was Lanni, and I claimed I danced with her. He also asked Nikki and someone else. Then came the one that... hmm no.
But I did dance for about 3 seconds with one person who I did want to dance with... but he left... which made me feel a little rejected but made some reasons why he left:
1)He doesn't like to dance.
2)He can't dance
3)He had an allergic reaction to someone nearby and had to leave before he died
4)He had an allergic reaction to me
5)He didn't want to dance with me.
Yeah. I was sweating profusely,
and Lanni had her man-meat to dance with, and so did Nikki, so I was left looking like a some chick on crack.
Speaking of bitches on crack:
I did a robot impression, and that "lemme see yo grill" girl... and my sister's friend came in abd he was like "wtfiswrongwithyou" and I felt stupid and ran away and cried.
Well, no, but I did feel retarded.
FUN!
But overall, not terrible. And besides, I love hanging out with my chickies.
9:34 a.m. - 2006-03-11
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