Accidentally Hilarious.

I drew a flamingo. It started out as a squiggly line, and then of course I saw a flamingo in it and kept with it. Shocking.

Things I did today: Made up a dance, and performed it in front of people. Learned a hip hop dance with a "crew", filmed it, and it was awesome. Opened a show. Went to Perkins with the cast of said show. Missed the Harry Potter premiere. Laughed hysterically, because a friend blew water out of his nose laughing at me. The previous statement lasted for about a half hour. I couldn't stop the laughter. I had tears streaming down my face. Got kicked out of Perkins (sort of) for being too loud. Got stared down by other patrons of Perkins as we walked to the front of the building. Was told by waitress that my baby cry was awesome. ("Who brings a baby to Perkins at midnight, honestly?? *insert baby cry*") Sang to Sara Bareilles. Re-enacted Close Talkers. Stood in a men's urinal (posing for a picture with 3 other boys with matching shirts). Squealed when the automatic flush of the urinal went off. Banged my head against the faucet while trying to wash my face. (Hang...

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Wal-Mart is a funny place. It's also a fun place to go on adventures. Especially late at night. But only if you're with other people. Otherwise it's just scary and a little weird. Tonight I went to the new and improved (oxymoron: can something new be improved if it has never existed until now?) Wal-Mart to find some Cold from Hell battling supplies. My two friends and I were in the medicine aisle trying to find AirBorne, Ricola, and Throat Coat, and we kept losing each other by walking down a few aisles, so one of us would call out "Marco-" waiting to hear "-Polo" from the lost person. After a few of these exchanges, I thought a bit, and said, "You know, playing Marco Polo at Wal-Mart at night isn't the best idea, because you will say 'Marco' and about 20 guys are going to turn and go, 'What?'..." My friends burst into uncontrollable laughter and we all looked drunk for about 5 minutes, just doubling over laughing in the med...

I would just like to briefly describe to you what is going on in my house right now: My dog Foxy is barking her eyes out (as she does) for no apparent reason whatsoever. When I went to go tell her to be quiet, she laid her head down on the ground and started rolling around making grunting noises. My dog Haley (a German Shepard, you know, the protector dog), is following me around like a baby duck because my mom isn't home, and when Mom isn't home, Haley doesn't know what to do with herself because, obviously, the world may explode at any minute and she needs to be sitting at someone's feet when that happens. My cat Elmo is sitting under a chair in the dining room, where he often does, leaning his head on one of the rungs of the chair, and every so often he'll sit up and wharf (that's H-Warf) as if he's going to barf everywhere, but it turns out he just was choking himself on the rung of the chair. My house is weird.

It's funny. I just read through my first month of blogs, and didn't recognize the person who wrote them. I must black out when I blog. Hang on, let me pinch me, to make sure I'm awake. Yep. Definitely awake. And yes, I did actually pinch myself. No fakies, here. All right, time for an actual paragraph. As I was perusing the history of this blog, I was just astounded and intrigued at how fluent I am in writing. I actually laughed out loud to myself as if I had never seen the words before, never heard the stories. Who is this person? Why can't I write like that? But I can. And I do. It's just that I can't speak as fluently as I write. I think that when I tell stories verbally, my brain runs much faster than my mouth, and my mouth tries to catch up, so what ends up happening is a jumbly-bumbly mess of incoherent language that I make believe is a story, going off on irrelevant tangents and stumbling over words, almost as if I have speakers' block. By the time I ...

Merry Christmas, y'all. At least that's how I feel this week. I went to the mall with Kyle and Richard today, and I was sort of anxious to see if the Halloween Store was still there because I wanted to get this Bee costume for a musical advertisement (pronounced: adver-tees-ment) video for which we have an idea, but to my dismay, it had been turned into a Christmas store, called "Holi Decor". Clever. I enjoy sushi. This is going to be short compared to my previous blogs. For the first time in a rather long stretch of time, there is a little unsettling-ness going on in my family. Hopefully it'll get better very soon. Otherwise, well, we'll just have to somberly deal with it when/if it happens. I WANT CREPES. With Nutella. NOM. I drank some tea today. Like, 2 whole mugs of it. My nose dripped all day yesterday, and I've been feeling a little scratchy, but not too bad, and what with the show coming up in a few weeks, I'd like to nip this thing in the bud ...