Saturday I spent ten minutes attempting to clap with one hand. Before you jeer and ridicule me for my stupidity, take note! My English teacher demonstrated his special ability. He can do it, I swear. I flapped my wrist back and forth, over and over and over, trying to produce the same noise I had heard, but found myself unable. Afterward, I was breathless. It's a tiring task, this one handed clapping... Maybe I need to take aerobics?
As of last weekend, my nails are black with a coat of sparkly dark purple. I am not sure why I did it. I hate painting my nails. But some force drove me to defy myself and I took the chance and...
They were finished. Now I keep picking at it and trying to peel it off. I'm out of nail polish remover. It's driving me to the brink of madness!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT! Ohkay. Not really. It's just irksome.
Sister found four baby mice at field hockey practice. She took them home. I share a room with her and I'm afraid I might get Hantavirus. So if I start blogging about incessant puking and a fever, remind me.
