Fun With Amanda

Yesterday was quite entertaining. Amanda and I went to the pool and were in the sauna and these really annoying kids came in. We were sitting in there, just enjoying the heat, when a girl and a boy, about 12 years old came in and started talking and saying the door was hot and talking about how old they were. I was like "don't they know to come into the sauna, sit down and SHUT UP?" and Amanda's like "I want to kill that girl."
We also went to the library, and I got 2 thick books, she got four, and we felt like dorks. They were like 500+ page biographies. (Mine were Randy Bachman and Frank Sinatra, and hers were Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, Johnny Cash, and Clint Eastwood, of all people) Then we came back, and I got four more books, and she got six. I think I mentioned this already, but this freaky little kid was sitting beside me at the comps at the lib and kept telling me to look at his screen, cuz apparently something was funny but I didn't know what he was laughing at. And I was writing in my blog and he's like "who're ya writing to?" and the kid beside him was like "it's none of your business." Kind of funny.
Amanda and I whomped Grandma and Oopa at Hand and Foot. AMANDA YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PARTNER!!! Grandma and I were playing Amanda and Uncle Neale and I went out in like five turns (which means I got rid of all my cards) and caught them both with their feet (another hand of eleven cards. You need to get rid of your hand which is a set of 13 cards before you go into your foot) so eleven cards counted against them. Each.
I just read over my Batman Begins versus Spiderman 1 and 2 and I totally think I could be a film critic. That would be so fun!! I could slam people, and get paid for it!! I totally wished I could have reviewed Gigli...that would have been fun.
On the way home we were talking about health class and how Heidi and I felt left out cuz we were never peer pressured, and about the stupid book we had to read, called How To Say No and Keep Your Friends. If you have to worry about keeping them after you say no, why bother? If I have to say to myself "Heidi offered me a joint. I don't want one. I don't want to say no, otherwise she won't like me anymore." then obviously she is not a good friend. Yeesh. And I don't know why people have to write books about saying no...you say NO!!!! What's so hard about that? And in the book it was giving rules for surveying the situation and I think that's erroneous. It also told me how to leave a party without looking like a dork. Duh. You walk to the fricking door and leave. Half the people will be so smashed they won't notice anyway. And who cares what people think? I have not been popular for so long that I don't really care if stupid popular people think I'm a dork. Duh, I am. I took six books out of the library in one day, two were over 500 pages.
Heidi and I have made a plan. When we turn sixteen (which is when mom allows me to go to parties) we're going to take a video camera and tape people getting smashed. And I have discussed getting drunk with Katherine and we both have decided we don't want to get smashed. We don't want to do anything stupid, if Krystin is any indication ("Mama is mean, but Papa is nice. He lets me party all night.")
Anyway, that's it for today. Ciao!!