Really non-cool thing I just learned about: Alyssa doesn't have a blog anymore. She deleted it. Sobby-sob. I am the only person I know with a blog now. Which is probably why I'm craving a collab blog. I guess I'll link the the Other Blog again now, just in case somebody skipped the last post. Here it is. Go. Join. There's two so far. I just downed an entire pickle right now. We always have a jar of Kosher Dill Halves in the fridge, and I ate two. My lips and throat are burning with salt. I should probably gulp some water before I start breathing fire, but that would actually be very cool. On hot days, I could just blow a stream of fire into the air and then ka-zam! Warm as a button, not as if that analogy made any sense. (Warm as a button: Analogy? Metaphor?) Plus, if I ever found myself trying to survive on a deserted scrap of Antartic, freezing would be the last of my worries.
Though, I doubt a pickle would ever grant somebody the superpower of fire-breathing.
I'm kind of enjoying this burning sensation, though. Maybe I should glug some pickle juice and see if I really do start breathing fire. Probably not. And, a completely unrelated subject that I'm about to start jabbering about: the promotion dance. No, people, I am really not going to this dance. Whenever it comes up, people are like, "Really? Why not? You should go! It'll be fun!" Well. Maybe dancing is fun for some people, but I am far too awkward and uncoordinated to dance in a public place. In front of the television, while watching Hairspray? No problem. But in the school cafeteria, surrounded by all my peers? Yes problem. I've been to two -whinnying school mascot that I won't post in case somebody tries to track me down and kill me- Nights in my life, and I did not enjoy either of them. Why?
- people who jostle and bump and push
- sucky music that shatters your eardrums
- sweatiness from collective body heat
- people's adrenaline running rampant, acting wild, drunk and high on Gatorade
- self-consciousness when you start dancing
- slow dances when you have nobody to dance with so you just kind of stand around awkwardly trying not to gape at other people's intimate moments
- having to scream to be heard
- having to listen to everybody else's screaming
- more sweating and screaming and getting shoved around late into the night