Wednesday night at our annual Suck Dance I had only danced to one song and that was "All The Small Things" Y'all have to understand that i never dance. Never. I started playing pool in the basement/game room with my non-dancing friends while everyone else was gettin their groove on above our heads. It was then that I did the most stupid thing ever. Observe.
Jill- "hey guys, I'm gonna check what's going on upstairs."
Guys- "Why?"
Jill- "Because we've been down here forever."
Guys- "Nobody cares, they don't even know we're gone."
Jill- "Exactly. What if I miss something good that happens up there just because I'm being anti-social."
Guys- "Whatever."
UPSTAIRS
Dancing Girl: "Hey Jill!! Come on, they're playing the Chicken Song!"
Jill: "So?"
Dancing Girl: "You have to stand by me in the big circle."
Jill: "No."
Really Persistent Dancing Girl Pulling My Hand: "Come on!!!!!!!"
Jill feeling really mean and anti-social: "Okay."
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So I wiggled my butt and flapped my arms around, and just to clarify, I was wearing these freaky-cool thong sandals with 2 inch platforms on them when they started doing this really fast running around in a huge-ass group circle thingie that i didn't know was even included in the chicken dance. Then my foot did this twist to the side move that i didn't know was possible, but obviously is, and then I spent the rest of the night sitting on the pool table with my foot on ice, wrapped up in a shirt no one was wearing.
So they told my mom and she freaked. But she does that a lot, and everything's cool now, i guess. I get to wear this totally stylin foam/velcro shoe that's supposed to keep my foot flat for about a week. They never said one week or two, just "about a week" which really helps because what if i take it off in four days which is "about a week" and it's not healed and i break it even more? Huh? Oh well. I'm too tired to think about it now. I just have to over-exagerate my limp so no one will make me babysit or do extremely stupid housework.
Catch ya later, gotta go do stuff. Like sleep.
It's been horrible. Aside from the hot-ass runners and other various hot guys, band camp has come to an all new low. On Sunday I marched in a parade in town while people I didn't know loaded my luggage to unknown places on a bus. On Tuesday, I woke up at 5:30, ate breakfast at Suck Hall, marched, and around 2:00 realized that I had a massive sunburn from the ONLY tank top I wore all week.
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