This 4 day weekend is ending, which makes me want to cry. I'll just tell you the important day, which takes forever anyhow:
On Friday, I went over to Katho's, because we had no school. We were going to take the bus to JCHS, but on the way we found a chocolate-covered-hobo-auroraborealis, A.K.A. "The Rolla Bolla." On the bus, we forgot what month it was, probably because we were messed up in the head by the smell of our hands from touching that thing. We were going to bring it on the bus to Rachel, which slowed us down considerably. We gave up, and made it to JCHS just in time. We saw Bernstein, and a bunch of other people, including that random from camp I remember, Mexican Bible Kid, Dimitry, and mustache de Dimitry. Then we ate at Mels and the waitress was rude so I told her so on the tip we left. ("A LITTLE -----!" -The Dollar Bill.)
Then we talked to Bernstein online and he told us to go away, and blocked Rachel. Then Katho professed her love for Roman and his mole, but had to correct herself because it was really Dimitry that she loves.
OH! And we finally found out what guys do on sleepovers. That's right, we know and you don't. I'd tell you, but this is a family-friendly blog. But for future reference: Don't let your sons go to sleepover party's, because they're probably orgy's anyway.
We slept over at my house and made virgin margaritas, which made my sweatshirt smelly. ("Katho, if you really loved me, you'd admit I smell like floor tequila, baby." -Me at 5 A.M.) We watched "Moulin Rouge," as usual, and we died about everything, at least I did. I always die when Christian says, "I don't want you to sleep with him!" because it makes me cry. When we were done, we watched some of it in Spanish. "El sitarista! Estoy pagando a mi prostituta!" At about 3 A.M. we watched "Saved!" which was awesome, even if the gay guy isn't hotttt, whatever that means. We watched some AD, but Rachel was tired.
Rachel fell asleep hella early, right after Betsy-The-Swan-Pillow. But Katho and I are hard core, and we watched an info-mercial for a hair straightening system until 5:15-ish. They were like, "Straightens hair at the molecular ionic level," and Katho made my heart melt all over again when she was like, "Fuck you, I really don't care. Did that chick just say her name was Miracle? Ghettofab!" Then, I told her my favorite story ever, and she didn't find it amusing:
"This food is wonderful, this day is perfect, oh, I love you..."
"G-d bless us, each and every one, Tiny Tim."
And she told me about this teacher who disrespected her, and burned her like two fat chicks and a sweater, but the smell on the carpet left me fried to the tonsils, so I was a little bit gone by the time she finished... Sorry.
In the morning we ate old Mac N' Cheese and played baseball, which Katherine has a special talent for. But don't worry, it's nothing funny, I just like talent...
Love you!
P.S. I still can't believe you people don't think the "Without A Trace," guy is hottttt. (Again, whatever that means.) I love that guy!
(Shameless add for AD: Tonight at 8:30 P.M. on KTVU Fox 2. No excuses, that's all the info you need to watch!)

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