today, me stephanIE grace and maya illegally snuck our frozen hot chocolates into the library! i felt so dangerous...it was fun though. we were all cramped behind the bookcases and dan would come behind to see us and ask grace if she's wear a thong for.....for osmething, i cant even remember. good times

ok..so i had a chilling thought a few minutes ago...i remember when i was young and whenever i had a loose tooth, an overwhelming amount of fear would fill my body...why? because if my mom found out, then she would start the most painful process of pulling it out... first she would tie some floss around it into a knot and then she'd say 1..2...3.. (but she'd try to be all clever and yank it out at 2, but i knew that she was gonnna, because she's always prolong the 2, and start rearing up and start taking a really firm grip on the floss...ohh the terror).. and that usually didnt work. so then she'd call up my brother and tell him to stand by the door. he already knew what he had to do. so as my mom was tying a longre piece of floss on my tooth, my brother would PRACTICE slamming the door faster and harder and louder...all the while, i'm sitting in my death chair crying b/c i was so scared. so then my mom would bring me over on like a leash of floss and tie th eother end ontot he doorknob. and i'd tell my brother not to do it, that i wasnt ready...but he wouldnt listen OF COURSE, and he'd like back up, get all ready, and i'm sobbing and saying prayers, and then he'd slam the door SOOO hard...i think the sound of the slam scared me more than anything. my bloody tooth would be dangling on the floss, and i would still be crying, now with a mouth full of blood. and my brother found this so fascinating. what a freak. anyway....i always got a buck for my tooth. but a dollar can never make up for all the painful memories i now posses in my head...OHHHHHHHH i'm gonna have a dream about this tonight, i know i am....