*AWESOMELY AWESOME CHICKEN NOISES*

Okay, so I didn't do the FULL bet. I kinda grabbed Caden and kissed him on the cheek. But tee-hee, whatever.

Hey Annie, I found a way how we can both be at Cookie's party for the whole time! *evil grin* I be SNEAK-AY!!! And sorry about the meanie post!! I forgot to remove it!

So, something's up with a bunch o the guys at school! Conner Noyer was all ticked off and moody at the end of the day. He was in one of his, "Just fricking leave me alone! I AM DEAD SERIOUS." phases. I HATE IT when he does that! Like, I wanna help, but I don't want him angrier. Plus, he's been on my case about Conor and I being friends. It nice he cares, but seriously!!!!

Cody "avoided" me. Which was weird because he came up to me in the morning and said, "I'm avoiding you" then wouldn't talk to me!

Conor, in his odd ways, is going INSANE. It's like he doesn't want me to talk to any of the guys anymore!

Well, whateve. I gotta get ready for school!

AGAIN?!!?!?!? REALLY?

I have this thing in my room that's kind of a commitment board. Whenever I have to do something like a bet, I tack it up there.

As some of you know.... Conor Agnew and I aren't really friends anymore.
:( We got into a big fight Friday night, and things haven't been good.

Last night, I was reading my board, and I saw a thing I put on there from January. It said, "If there's ever a day Conor Agnew and I aren't best friends, I swear I will kiss Caden Dewey on the lips."

Well....I think you know where this is going. I have to kiss Caden...AGAIN. ON THE LIPS. WOW.

First kiss...TODAY! Wish me luck!

FIRST KISS??? WHAT???

Before I say ANYTHING, I want to take you all back in time so that the whole story will make sense.

*trippy time-travel music*

It's sometime in December. Cookie and I had made a bet that if things were okay between Conor, Annie and I, I'd hug Miles Hoover and kiss Caden Dewey. Then and there, we ankle swore on it. At the time, I thought it'd never happen.

Back to the FUTURE (as in...present...well, Wednesday- Friday)

Since Annie and i made up (thanks Annie! Glad we did!), I had to do the bet. On wednesday, I hugged Miles... not so weird, still kinda awkward.

Thursday, I was supposed to kiss Caden. Lucky for me, I stayed in to correct some stuff.
But yesterday...wow.

So, first I sold ice cream for ASB (DANG!! KIDS ARE VIOLENT WHEN THEY WANT ICE CREAM!) When we finished selling, I ran to Cookie and said, "alright, I'm ready to do...the deed." We gathered up all the people who wanted to see, which totaled to about 9 or 10 girls.

After finding Caden, they got into a blobish-circle thing. I tried to stall, saying Ms. Pat was right behind us...
Sadly, she left 30 seconds after I said it. (grr you Ms. Pat!) I kept looking for ways to avoid it, but Kenzie yelled out, "JUST DO IT ALREADY CHELLIE!!!"

So....I did. I kissed Caden Dewey on the cheek. I heard all the girls scream. Then I ran for my life saying, "I'M SORRY!!! I LOST A BET!!"

Apparently, after I left, Caden passed out, told AJ and Miles that he liked it, and now he wants me to dance with him during the midevil festival.

So tell me.... does that count as my first kiss??? Cause i'm not sure anymore!!!

Dear Conner...

Well, Conner Noyer...

You asked if I wrote about you on my blog. So, here you go Conner, a whole post dedicated to you! YAAAAAY you!

You're nice, you're fun, and you're a great friend. And even though I already gave you your present, happy VERY VERY VERY late birthday! Here's a song I know you love:


And I know I didn't tell you before, but you were right, you really are on of my best friends. Thanks Conner.

The Last of The American Girls

SHINY SILVER VOLVO!

Hey! Haven't written in a while cuz I was busy/sick. :( Missed A BUNCH at school! We changed desks and jobs and correcting partners and there are a few MAJOR disasters. Not gonna talk about those though, don't wanna spew more hate on the internet!

Today, I saw a shiny silver volvo with a bumper sticker that said, "STOP ASKING ME ABOUT TWILIGHT!!!!" I want a bumper sticker like that!!...Well, I won't have a bumper to stick it on for a few years... but I still want one!

On Thursday, I went to that all-district band concert thing. It was pretty fun. Kim and I gave all the conductor people nicknames. (Who cares about their REAL names??)

Weird guy with long hair, baseball cap, and a beard who was staring at Mr. Goans: Gay Pablo
Mean, picky, finicky, twitchy, posture-freak conductor from Klahowya: Snobby Stewart
Crazy guy with a whistle that yelled and screamed at us a lot: Crazy Cole
There were other guys, but I forgot them.

At the concert, I also met Conor's alleged "Creepy Stalker". He says there's this girl always at his baseball practice staring at him, feeling his muscles, sniffing him, trying to kiss him...you get the point. I say he's paraniod. But she was playing the flute. During dinner, Conor, AJ, Allan, Me, and a few other people were walking around. Then, the girl runs at us screaming, tries to tackle Conor, and when she realized she couldn't tackle him, wacked his head and yelled "BUTTERBUTT" at him.

*sigh* If only everyone were that nice.

All I wonder is why she would ever compare Conor's butt to anything butter related. Butter??? Really??
I still don't think she's a stalker. She's creepy and scary, but i detect no stalker-ish-ness.

Conor, if you're reading this:

You are my best friend. You're a wonderful person, and a great guy. BUT NO GIRL WILL WANT TO STALK YOU.

Don't take that the wrong way. You rock, Flububberman!

And on Friday, I showed T how you can change the Google languages to Pirate and Elmer Fudd. We said "Arrg!" and "Wabbits...Wook at aww the wabbits" for the whole day!

See you!