Supper Club
The Perfect Best Friend and The Hyper Stalker slept over last night. See, our families are good friends, so we do this thing every month where we all get together at someone’s house and eat dinner and talk. The Hyper Stalker brought a flat iron, because she’s been talking all week about how at Supper Club she was gonna flat iron The Perfect Best Friend’s hair. So, The Hyper Stalker did The Perfect Best Friend’s hair and makeup while we all talked about boys. The Perfect Best Friend had some BIG news. I, personally thought she was gonna tell me that she had finally got around to kissing her boyfriend, but it turned out to be quite the opposite: They broke up!!!! AAAAGGGGHHHH!!! She had apparently been feeling really guilty, too, because she’s started crushing on this really popular guy that goes to our school. I guess we’ll have to think of a name for him, won’t we? How about The Big-Armed Hockey Stud. I like the ring of that. So, anyway, The Perfect Best Friend had started crushing on The Big-Armed Hockey Stud and was SO RELIEVED when her boyfriend called her and told her that he wanted to see other people.
And while we were talking, the Hyper Stalker was making The Perfect Best Friend look like a prostitute. You should have seen her face. The Hyper Stalker put SO MUCH eyeshadow on her that you couldn’t even see who it was under all that makeup!
After that, The Hyper Stalker did her OWN makeup, and she turned out looking like a “tacky mexican” as we endearingly called the look. (She put the blush meant for African Americans on, which made her look really tan).
Then, the three of us watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding, planned a sleepover, and stayed up ’til 2 am ranting about teachers and peers, talking about boys (coughTheScreamoLovercough), and the wonders of starting high school. It was SNAZTASTIC!!!
-thehalfbloodmince
