I don't have school today, so last night, my friend Nikki had me, Rachel, Erica, and Liz over for a sleepover. Just juniors. It was awesome.
Let me preface this by saying that I have no idea why they call these things sleepovers. Nobody sleeps. And if you do sleep, you get called a pansy. Ask Rachel. More on that later. Anyway, it's like wakes. The dead person isn't going to wake up. The English language is so dumb.
After church last night, I went to Nikki's house at about 8:30. Everyone was congregated in the kitchen, sitting on the floor, eating pizza and drinking Mountain Dew. We have the most random conversations on earth. And it's hard to eat pizza with a 6-month-old puppy who wants you to share everything with her. But she was cute and fuzzy, so we put up with her.
After about an hour of sitting on a kitchen floor, one tends to get bored. So we moved on to the highlight of my evening. I have become a Guitar Hero III addict. Not a good one, but an addict nonetheless. And on some of the songs, I dominated. The game is ridiculously absorbing. We beat the game on Easy, then attempted to play Medium and all of us but Nikki and Erica got our butts handed to us. We looked at the clock after this miserable failure and it was 2 AM. We spent FIVE hours on Guitar Hero without knowing it. That's insane, people!
My friends decided to have fun, that I did not partake in, and to protect their alibis, I will not give the details here. Let's just say that Nikki's mother is missing 17 eggs from the fridge, and my friends disappeared for about 20 minutes. They also burned their plans. They're so thorough. Good for them. May I reiterate that I did not partake in this act of vandalism? My mom told me to use good judgment, and for once I listened to her. I was supposedly lookout, if you count sitting in a recliner and taking a 15-minute power nap looking out.
When they got back, had a brief scare that half of their team took a little longer than expected, went out to look for them, only to find that they were getting ready to enter the house and just missed them, we once again congregated in the kitchen, ate delicious brownies, and planned what to do next. Nikki talked us into watching a home movie of her 3rd birthday party. Oh the fashions of the early 90's. They were definitely interesting. After this we decided that Hollywood probably had more interesting material than Nikki hitting the poor Puff The Magic Dragon pinata over and over. So we busted out 10 Things I Hate About You.
At this point it was 4 AM. We rolled out sleeping bags, I claimed the couch, Rachel claimed the recliner, and Nikki claimed the remote and we settled in to watch Heath and had our deepest conversation of the evening, which was whether we liked Heath better in Knight's Tale or in 10 Things. We decided he had better hair in Knight's Tale, but flashes the pearly whites more in 10 Things. This made it a draw. Rachel fell asleep right after the movie started, and when she woke up this morning complained about how late she stayed up and how tired she was. We called her a pansy because she didn't even make it through the movie. And told her to quit her whining.
So, in the wee hours of the morning, about 5:45, we ended up sleeping. And then waking up at 12:30. It was awesome.
May I also credit the fine people at the Jones Soda Company for their fine concoction of Berry Lemonade, which is about 50% carbonated water and inverted cane sugar. You won't be able to sleep after you drink it. And it's quite delicious, too.