I went to the Bay School dance last night, which was woefully short of B.B.E. Milli, the Burkies, and me were really the only people who were actually into the dancing, and we had fun. Everyone else was too cool. Whatever, we showed those punks. And I was like, "Wanna see who's cute?" and Emma's like, "Yeah, who?" So I point out this guy and she's like, "Whatev," and then, 10 minutes later I actually saw him and figured out who he was. Cameron, you know, Ellie, Suzie, Piper, Aaryn, and everyone else's ugly bf? Gross and unnacceptable. I went as a camp counseler, with my nose painted white, swim trunks, and an old YMCA shirt and sunglasses. But for real I'm going to be a fairy with the bitches. I'm blue, Rachel's pink, and Katho is yellow.
For the rest of the night at home, Frog and I hung out and laughed, and watched the narcoleptic stripper AD, which was good. Have you noticed that everyone from those mockumentaries shows up in them? The professional lawyer, the spy who got felt up by George Sr., Ira Gilligan, A.K.A. "Don't call me Gilligan," or "I didn't kill that stripper," whatever you want to call him, etc. They're all there.
Just read that YM's last edition ever is the December/January one. After that, if you're still signed on, you get TeenVogue, a magazine that I loathe. I had my YM card filled out and was going to mail it sometime soon when I read that this morning. Lucky me, procrastinizzlin' the way I do.
Eleanor can hold onto chairs and stand herself up and walk around now! Hooray :)
Ooooh, check out the pretty wallpaper (the Smog one) on my lappy here:
http://www.the-n.com/ntv/shows/characters.php?id=252&character_id=39
I'm babysitting tonight. Damn, I miss The-N, they stopped paying for it. I'll just have to rent DVD's. Tragic, really.
*Except those of you I apply conditions to, and those of you I just dislike.

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