This was at dance night. Grandpox and I were being annoying as usual and Sharan and various other people turned around to stare at us and try to wither down our obstreperous laughter. I miss being shushed excessively. I'm so sorry I went to IB.

Today the hairdresser straightened my sister's hair and I gazed upon it in awe and fascination for I previously assumed this could not be done. I have a picture in my phone but it is exceedingly frustrating because I cannot transfer it to the computer! So I guess I get to be selfish and keep this overwhelming prettiness to myself. ^^

Also, I still have not gotten over Marc John's genius. I spent about ten seconds laughing at the portrait of the artist as a piece of bread. I like it very much because I hate Jame's Joyce Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. The bread mocks it beautifully. (Sliced bread not only looks good, it tastes lovely with toasted marshmallow fluff. I try to eat it as soon as it gets out of the toaster. Right before the fluff deflates. CRUNCH OOH)

Goodnight cyber-party people see you soon. RUTABAGA!