Puppies and Socks. asemimemoir.

Hello everyone! ...Now say it back to me. We'll start out simple.

Hell. Right. Say it. Your mother is not around. Good. Hell. Now. OH. Hell-oh! Need a visual?

Alright, you just died and you ask someone where you are. This is your response:

"Hell? OH!"

And then the man you just asked calls you a dirty word and walks away mumbling about how

ignorant all the newcomers are.

Wasn't so hard, was it? Now let's proceed like civilized people.

Yesterday, I did face paint for little kids for FIVE HOURS. It was rather fun. I made one boy into a cute little puppy and he was so sweet and adorable. He was very cooperative and listened well when all of a sudden, he stopped, looked right at me, and I saw little tears spring up in his big brown eyes. I was just about to ask what was the matter, when he wailed

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE A PUPPY!"

I misunderstood and thought maybe he wanted a dragon or robot or something but then I heard this conversation between father and son.

Dad: Hey, what's wrong, buddy?

Son: I'm gonna be a dog forever!

Dad: What? No, no, son, you're not gonna be a dog, it's just face paint!

Son: I DON'T WANT TO BE A DOG.

So turns out, I'm a wizard...I'm sorry little Timmy had to find out this way.

I also let my friend give me some henna and I applied a lot of it to my "brother's" back. If you don't know what henna is, here it is in three words

1. Brown
2. Goopy
3. Eucalyptus

It lasts a month, supposedly. So I may, in fact, have visible henna tattoos for a month, which may be a problem with my very strict, very private, very awkward Christian school.

At least we don't wear uniforms. But if we did, I'd be wearing some crazy socks.