Thanks a million to last post's commenters! Hugs for James, Sabrina, Marina, Lauryn (thanks sooo much for the recommendations!), Alycia, and Rebecca. You all are so sweet and your comments made me smile lots and lots.
So. Life recap. Starting with yesterday.
The party started at six, but I had to be at Michelle's house five and a half hours early to help her set up and prepare, so I woke up early. After writing yesterday's post, I got dressed (blue Urban Outfitters dress and a cute pair of sandals) and watched the final scene of Hairspray four times in a row, naturally, and drooled over Zac Efron. He's beautiful.
Daniella came to pick me up, we headed over to Michelle's house (in her adorable summery car) and that was when it dawned on me that I would have to change out of my obscenely cute outfit (which I had planned out three days in advance) and redo my hair/makeup again later, because in 98 degree Florida weather, I was not going to be pretty for very long. Michelle dealt with some pre-party stress, resulting in Daniella having pre-party stress, resulting in lots of stress for everyone. We worked our tails off, decorating and setting up a giant slip-and-slide (which was actually three big yellow tarps covered in soap) and then filling up a hundred water balloons (which really came out to be about ninety, since some of them had holes).
Then we all got pretty (again), guests started arriving and the fun began. There was swimming and food and slip-and-sliding and bonfire sitting and eating and general ridiculousness.
Oh, and I am one of two people that successfully rode the majestic blow up swan.
Daniella's boyfriend, Danny, brought a couple of his buddies to the party, and one of them, let's call him Tastycake, was beyond attractive. Like. There are no words.
And then I proceeded to wow him with my irresistible charm and bold flirtatiousness.
Just kidding. What actually happened: I creeped on him awkwardly the entire night, ending up next to him in a hot tub at one point (A HOT TUB!), but was too shy to actually make conversation. I did manage to sputter out some small talk, I asked him about one of his tattoos and he thought it was pretty cool that I knew who Asking Alexandria was, but I'm pretty sure he thought I was a complete freak of nature.
At the end of the night, when Tastycake & Co. was making their exit, I watched him pick up his shoes, noticed that they were a pair of Toms, and managed to say more than a couple of sentences to him, which led to the mentioning of Facebook, and I'm pretty sure I got clearance to send a friend request his way. But I won't do that until tomorrow. Maybe the day after. We'll see.
I helped Michelle clean up a little bit, spent the night at her house, woke up at 7:30, came home, had a pancake breakfast courtesy of my stepmother, and then my Aunt Shana rang my doorbell.
We did some grocery shopping and got way too much tasty food (expect the weight tally to go up a considerable amount during this trip), like double chocolate brownies and mint chocolate chip ice cream and... bananas.
Her house hasn't changed much since I was last here when I was thirteen or fourteen years old... It looks a lot like what I imagine my future home to look like. Shelves and shelves of books and movies, various stacks of magazines and papers and more books throughout, picture frames and knick-knacks that look like they tell a story, a coaster with Severus Snape's picture on it, and a Gryffindor scarf hanging on the hook by the front door.
We watched the first eight episodes of the first season of this show Supernatural, and I am in love. Mainly I'm in love with Jared Padelecki, but the show itself is pretty addictive as well. I kind of want to watch some more of it right now, but I don't want to do so without my aunt. We also watched Donnie Darko. And we ate too much. I'm content.
Now, I am typing this while sitting on her living room couch, watching Mythbusters in HD on her gigantic television... which is incredible. I don't think you understand.
I am seriously considering digging into the mint chocolate chip ice cream in a moment and feeling sorry for myself over Tastycake. I mean. Tastycake is just representative of a whole host of other gorgeous guys that I have been too afraid to approach, as well as all the beautiful ones in the future. See? Not talking to just one random boy at a party is not the tragedy here, the fact that I can't talk to any boy, is.
Thanks once more, readers, you guys are the best. I all of you and your comments dearly. I hope you don't get sick of me!
Days gone without contacting Posh Spice: 4. And I was seriously tempted to text him today to tell him that he is, in fact, the shittiest person I have ever encountered.
Weight: I don't know. I'm not home. I'm dreading what this number will be when I am home again.
Pre-life crisis related tantrums had this summer: 2
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