Really…really…late post
So, today we drove to my mom’s hometown: Old Forge, New York. It took us almost an entire day to get there, but whatever. So, four weird things happened: first, my favorite song, “Dancing With Myself” by Billy Idol, came on the Sirius. This was weird, because I’ve never heard it on the radio before. And it was played twice! In one day! But they played the crappy-recording version, so it sucked. But I still flipped out in the back seat, and started dancing like crazy, and wouldn’t stop until my dad smacked me in the head. IT WAS AWESOME! (The song, not my dad smacking me in the head)
Second, we were in this parking lot in a rest area (because my brother drank the entire jug of OJ before we left the house) and I was walking across the road, and this truck driver, who was parked, honked at me! I didn’t get it until my dad flicked him off and muttered “perv.” It was so weird! I ended up flicking him off behind my back when we walked back across the road, but I don’t think he was looking. Idiot.
Thirdly, I got strawberry jelly on my shirt and it came off with just water. It was, like, supernatural, because it was dark red strawberry jam on a white shirt. But it came off really quickly, with water! Crazy, I know. But I swear on my left little toe that I’m telling the truth.
Yeah, oh, and fourth, my mom finally figured out that I like Daniel Radcliffe, because today in the restaurant, at lunch, we were talking about my unmade clay jewelry company, and she was all like, “Yeah, we could advertise with McDonalds. Then, like, people would call you and you would get famous.” I was just like, whatever, but then she simulates a call between me and Ronald McDonald, and she says, “Yeah, hey, this is Ron…” but she didn’t finish because my brother screamed to the whole restaurant, “Ron Weasley called Allison?!?!” and everyone in the restaurant turned and looked at him. BTW, my real name is Allison. Thought you might wanna know. Anyway…so my mom continues the phony phone conversation on this new track, “Hey, Allison, this is Ron Weasley, um, my friend Harry wants to know if you’ll go out with him, even though you’re a Muggle, um, yeah…” in this really stupid English accent. And I laughed so hard I sprayed raspberry iced tea all over her, and so she continues, “Oh, and Harry’s Muggle counterpart, Daniel Radcliffe, wants to go out with you to, um, yeah,” At this I almost screamed, I swear. I couldn’t breathe for, like, five minutes. So yeah, more later.
