Friday afternoon I went over to my friend H.E.'s house, where we looked at stuff on eBay, rapped and sang along-badly- to songs on youtube.com and made Gluten-free chocolate cake. Making that cake is one of those memories that someday we will look back and laugh about, actually I'm laughing about it now. Everything was going fine until H.E. told me to add flour directly to the melted chocolate, and this is were things went wrong. What we basically ended up with was a big dense bowl of.... something.. so her step-dad suggested adding oil, well that only made it look like we had dirt floating in dirty water. But we perservered and continued with the recipe all the while my friend repeating her catch-phrase "What I'm a blond,". Finally though we managed to have a fairly normal looking cake. Of course by now its almost 11 at night. Which of course while we were waiting for the cakes to bake we had to entertain ourselves, which for whatever reason ended including watching hypnosis videos on my iPod, which worked on her but did nothing for me. To make my curfew I had to leave with the cakes almost done and my friend collapsed on her bed fully clothed. Which brings us to our next topic, our mutual friend E.M. invited us sledding with us the day before, to which we said yes. BIG mistake, now E.M. is a new a friend whom we don't know very well. We went anyways though because we liked him. He, we have suspected has a crush on me, which he thought meant he could tackle me several times and lay half-way on top of me. I did not enjoy this, nor do I enjoy most forms of PDA. Well to carry on he continued to get progressively more and more creepy, to the point that by the end of the day he had referenced me giving him a BJ kissing me in the movie that I'm making with my friend and "snuggling" with us. By the end of the night my friend and I were both unhinged. Which leads us to our final topic of this blog post, bucket lists, which my friend H.E. and I now have a combined one of.
Well thanks for reading, good bloggings to all
C.Arnold.
I'm confused. Tell me who all these initials are!
ReplyDeletehe sounds like a big fat creeper. sorry you had to deal with mr weirdo
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