You know those rediculous nights where there are no words to explain it?
Yup, it was one of those.
Let's backtrack to 5:00 pm, shall we? There was a fort of invisibility- a sexile fort, at that- in the 1263. Zwang took sissors to it.RIP fort. Time passed, we did the evk thing, i created 2 castles. Phil got embarrased and ran away...that seems to be a pattern. We came back to the room, watched british boy wizard reruns on abc family channel. Eventually SunEggs and I left to meet up with lisa and nishhh. And here is where things start to get fuzzy: Save Tommy.Plastic Gerbil Balls. Whip Cream War. Burning iddle Fountain Shower. QUEENIE!. Inflatable Bruin Karate Kick. Dance Force...Other Dance Force. So Cal Vo Cals. THE REPULIC I'M NOT A REPUBLICA PLATOS REPULI PLATO TASTE Salty I LOve Plato. Dance To Music Like Noones Watching,Except Noone Is Watching BUBBLE RULES. Balloon Popping but sorry, a bruin stole it. Subway sword fighting, of shit, theres mayonaise. Smores. Buterskotch. steal the chocolate whip cream. return the stolen chocolate ship cream. make freinds by talking to eachother then running away. adventure, adventure, team cardnal!. Team cardnal is sleepy. Ground Zero hobo shack. Book excepts.
Tonight we lived life like it was a dream. I'm not going to lie: there is no way tonights slumberous subconcious misadventures can top what happened. I don't think even my imagination is that bizarre.
ps im going to be an imagineere when i grow up.
love,
Big Haired Ghandi
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