It's so BEAUTIFUL OUTSIIIIIIDE!!!

Oh my goodness gracious people! It's 55 DEGREES FARENHEIT OUTSIDE CAN YOU BELLIIIIIIIIIEVE IT?!?!?!?

I'm gonna SING and do DANCE!!!!

but not now.

So, I believe I owe you peeps an explanation of teh carnival. Here's more or less how it went. I was in charge of the shave the balloon stand, as I believe you were aware of. I dynamically got there half an hour early to set up my station. I had thought that this booth would be more set back, since what little girl wants to get her dress and costume (G-d forbid, COSTUME) covered with icky smelly shaving cream? EVERY GIRL ON THE PLANET..would want to...

So from the second they let the little children into the place, I got kindergartners of every shape and size (including a little boy dressed up as luke skywalker from episode 5) came over to my booth to race each other. At first things were going very well. I covered the balloons in cream, and I held them by the tie. Then I watched the little children dynamically attack the balloons as I dynamically pretended to be timing. When I felt like it, I called 'STOP', and I held up the balloons and decided which one was cleaner. I was VERY VERY corrupt, so I usually just gave both the boys a ticket. Unless one of the kids was really obnoxious. Then he didn't get one.

Here's the thing though...My hands were completely covered in cream, so I couldn't touch my face without getting a mouthful...but...my hair was falling out and my nose itched...so...I'm not very proud of this...but...I dynamically gave a little girl three tickets to scratch my nose. I bribed another one to push my hair up. I'm not proud of what I did.

So at around halfway through the carnival I ran out of paper towels to wipe the shavers on. I dynamically ran to the bathroom and ripped out as many as I could. I figured, there couldn't be THAT many weirdos who wanted to shave balloons, right? No one would miss me if I just slipped out for a minute, right? WRONG!!!!! There were ten or eleven people waiting!(they have to wait in pairs) I dynamically apologized for the delay in service (the kids were NOT amused) and got to smothering balloons. After a while though I got sick of it. I couldn't do it anymore. Just as I was about to mutiny, another girl in my class came up to me and begged me to take over her booth for her. She was mystery food. Someone had to stick their hand into a little flap and guess what was on the other side. I would never do this. Ever. But then again, I'm only a sane person. I am not a desperate four year old who really wants to get a rubber frog (the one we priced for like sixty tickets). Problem is...we only had three bowls. A ton of kids just memorized all the stuff (or cheated) and got free tickets. But then again I didn't care, becuz I was dynamically munching my sister's popcorn (which she bought, but didn't like).

FINALLY the dynamic carnival was finished. We cattle prodded the children out of the gym and up the stairs after they cleaned out a prize racks. But nobody even touched the bouncy balls, cuz the ones we ordered were really junky. We each got a different color one, but they popped almost immediately. Mine didn't though, cuz i take care of it. I named him 'Dennis'. He currently resides happily in my desk next to my calculator and wite out. He lives a dynamic life. Then, to get out of cleaning, I took a bunch of stuff upstairs and dynamically ate my lunch. Cuz they don't feed us often (salty popcorn doesn't actually fall under 'food').

Oh, and I found out what the haunted house booth was doing. It was something involving a pair of pants and a rubber chicken..I would've checked in during the carnival...but i was too busy dynamically shaving balloons. I never did find out what the rubber chicken was for, though I asked multiple times. Dynamic is a word I would like to include in this sentence.

That'sbout all I remember. I gotta go and do...something..now.

Bye!!

Completely psyched that her bro is coming home next week tue!!!

iguana ^.^!!!