...the house is literally shaking...

man my sister and her billions of annoying bouncy little friends...they are running around downstairs, hence this post's title. But there is cake!!! OMFG. If I go downstairs to get some cake, I might just die in a stampede!!! It is a real life situation of "cake or death" heehee. "so my choice is 'or death'?" Eddie Izzard is hottly awesome. totemo hyperchouette. the cake or death thing also somehow came up in history, so angelina and I were like...Eddie Izzard!

I am sooo screwed for dance. I need these mazurka boots, and there aren't any...the person I lent mine to won't answer, and the person I was gonna borrow from lost hers.... AAAAA. I hate when this kinda stuff happens. To quote my mom "as if you needed any more worries". Yet she seems to be mad at me about this...hmm.

Guess what I need? A party. Late night aim parties work too... (or do they? MOMIER IS A BUM). I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move, check it out I'm rockin' steady to the beat in my head it goes oh oh oh oh I know that she's the only one, I'd rather waste our time together yeah, cuz we can get down. Betty won't stop listening to modern rock OH!

Okay peoples calc calls! actually it doesn't ever CALL per se, I just get bored enough with my procrastination that I go for masochism. Okay it's not THAT bad. jjk.