best friends and traditions

My favorite best-friend tradition: Not seeing school plays. This meaning spending two hours on the school football field doing who knows what.

It all started two years ago - freshman year of high school:
Planned on seeing a school play → arrived late - no late seating → stayed at school waiting for intermission → found other friend that was volunteering to watch the kids while the parents watched the play → they had extra limes from making limeade → we took two → went to fake grass foot ball field to play catch → threw lime → didn't catch lime → it was dark so we couldn't find the limes → created a new game : "find the lime" → started having fun → ran around field in dark → sang Taylor Swift loudly and off-key → decided to stay on field instead of watching play → laid around field → got later and darker → bleachers started creaking → got scared → scariness added excitement → excitement = fun → had lots of fun → decided to do that again every year.

 Lastnight was the third year of not seeing plays. A few additions made - mostly things to keep us warm and ipod + portable speakers , food, and flashlights.

AND, Dun dun dun... we conquered the scary bleachers! We touched them. Almost. Well, the fence. But it counts,  it was only two feet away. And it was for safety reasons, like what if we had jumped the fence and some creepy guy hiding under the beachers came after us? It would be alot harder to run away if we had to jump over the fence again. And it was also the fact that I threw some hot chocolate at my friend when I thought I heard a voice behind me.  Me screaming + arms flailing = hot chocolate spilling. But it was lukewarm by the end of the night. So its okay. Its not like I burned her, she just got a hot chocolate facial. I bet it was very moisturizing.

XOXO ( I always hear "xoxo, gossip girl" in my head when I type that...)

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Yesterday night my mom and I dropped off my dad at the airport. He'll be in Vietnam for three months. Such a long time.
I love and hate being alone at home (only until my mom gets home from work) at the same time. I love having the freedom to do whatever I want. I love having the whole house to myself for several hours. I love being able to walk around the house in my underwear. BUT, When it gets a little later or I hear something, I get all paranoid, grab my dogs, lock my bedroom door, and just sit in here and wait for my mom to come home.

itty bitty randoms things:
- I have really bad allergies. *sneeze*
- I've can't find my tweezers, my chapstick, and my peanut-shaped eraser. The desk fairy is soo after my things.
- I love playing solitaire before going to bed. Its fun in a boring-put-you-to-sleep kinda way.
- I'm craving coffee ice cream. I want some so baddd.
- I need to get my hair trimmed. Or maybe just thinned. Because I really do like like my hair long. But its too thick for my liking - well it doesn't look thick, it just feels like it. And I can feel it weighing down my head.
- I feel like that last bullet would be such an awkward end to this post, so I am just stalling. And hopefully that'll make it less awkward.
- Was it successful?