by I remember loving, adoring, getting so excited about car washes when I was small. You know, the ones when you sit in the backseat of the car and watch the soap pour onto the windows and those big green things thud against the doors repetitively. Then, the moment when you came out the other side in a sparkly, clean car, wishing it was dirty so you could do it again. I haven’t been through a car wash it years. I don’t think it’d be any less exciting.
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I applaud you for your symbolism and your ability to make absolutely nothing happen in a play, and yet, still you keep your audience captivated. However, the most spectacular thing about you, I believe, are your AWESOME GLASSES! You wear those things with quirky, weird-person pride, old chap!
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A Cinderella Story
This morning, I was not my best. I had stayed up half the night sneezing and having asthma attacks. Additionally, for some obscure reason which I cannot explain, a zit the size of Jupiter decided that, sometime in the duration of the night, it was going to make a home for itself on the edge of my nose. Thanks, old chap. Anyway, I woke up late, stumbled out of bed and into a pair of jeans I’ve worn too many times and a hoodie that droops all the way down to my knees and the sleeves go over my hands. Half brushed hair and a cup of tea later, I was in the car, driving to school. That’s right; school. SCHOOL. In the middle of the holiday. Now THAT, my friends, is dedication. Ms. Kat was holding a study course for AP French kids, so we spent the day going over grammar and talking in French about the fact that her fish looked like it was going to die, and other such things. We could only get in the back of the building, so PJ gave me a ride on the back of his motorbike/scooter thingy which was SO EXCITING! Emily showed up after us and got locked outside in the rain. I looked down the hallway and at the end of it, I just see Emily standing outside shivering and with a look of “Help me”. Poor thing. Thankfully, she brought us cake, which we enjoyed with cups of tea. 🙂 How delightful! My day got progressively better, because after that, my mom took me to get my prom dress. Of course, Elsie came along, and Kayla and Alina also accompanied us. Kayla and Elsie decided to behave abominably, rushing in and out of changing cubicles and lying on the floor. Anyway, I tried on a number of dresses and hopped from store to store. Finally, we walked into a shop, and the first thing I saw was a blue dress that was all poofy with silver sparkles. It looked like a mix between Cinderella and Alice in Wonderland, and I thought to myself, “I want THAT!” …BUT I was still roped into trying on a hundred others. There was a light orange, flowy, long one that was very beautiful, and I almost went for it, but then… …then I tried on the blue one, and that was it. Done. Sold. Finished. I now have a prom dress that is AMAZING. It’s hanging in its little plastic case on my cupboard right now. Eeeeeeep!
