I will tell you a tale of woe and sadness, in which a very loving and dear roommate through a surprise party for her Heather, and Heather was too retarded to get it.
So I started planning this party like a week and a half ago, and couldn't have it until tonight because every other night was planned out, so here it was. I invited practically everyone, got people to bring food, planned out music and decor and games and everything. It was a fiesta, because Heather LOVES fiestas. I made tacos and Jessica made seven layer dip and everybody brought lemonade and chips and salsa and games and we even taped a giant banner that says "feliz cumpleanos" across our ceiling and everything was covered in red, yellow, and green streamers. I was still making the taco meat and the cousins (our downstairs neighbors that are all cousins and AWESOME girls) were still helping decorate, hardly anybody had gotten there, when Jade (one of the cousins) is standing on a chair to attach a streamer to the ceiling, turns and looks out the window, and sees Heather and Aurelia (Heather's friend that was in charge of distraction) coming up the stairs. Needless to say, we all panicked. Jessica in a moment of discombobulation chained Heather out, and then when we let her in and said "surprise", she didn't get it and was all confused and "angry that her roommates were having a taco party and didn't invite her". What a tard, seriously.
Well, we explained to her, kicked her out, and told Aurelia to bring her back in a few minutes when everything was done and there were people. So when Heather came back, we all lay on teh ground and jumped up to surprise her, and she pretended. It turned out great. We played all kinds of "Catch Phrase" and ate my tacos, which are delicious, and ate cake that my friend Nicole made with frosting of different colors swirled together (it actually looked rather like a kindergarten art project...) but it was good.
After everyone left but Aurelia, she and Heather and Jessica and I all played Curses, and it was ridiculous. I won, obviously, because Heather was talking like Scooby Doo with a french accent and a ball in her mouth and had no fingers and whenever anybody touched her, she had to say "you're always after me lucky charms!" and she just couldn't take it, so I won.
Then we all went to the dollar movie to see 27 Dresses. It was okay, but I'm pretty sure the only reason I would see it again is because James Marsden was in it, and every time he's ever in anything, he's ridiculously attractive. Yeah. *happy contented noises...*
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you are seriously goofy. I love that you write like you talk. gah! as far as seeing movies just for the guy - i finally checked Bend it Like Beckham out of the library to see what it really was about. Jonathan Rhys Meyers (August Rush's dad) was the soccer coach. That was the best part of that movie.
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