sequined muffin tops bouncing and shaking to tambourines.

Well my weekend was definitely a waste of time now that I realized that I have missed the Spring Belly Dance Festival. When events like this come along, one must let me know. I am incredibly disappointed that I missed out sequined muffin tops bouncing and shaking to tambourines. Like really disappointed. Instead I devoted my days to chewing gum that looses its flavor in three minutes, gets hard, and creates a sweat breaking work out for my chompers. I also shivered in terror ghost adventuring and working endlessly on my consuming project Take Five. What a waste. What a waste.

In an effort to make this years Take Five (five plays that are student written, directed, acted, and is produced by me) the best ever, with sold out seats every night, and an adoring applause, I decided to hunt for the producers of the past forty nine years. I got out my book of "Take Five for Dummies" and started to facebook the list of names that belonged to these past producers. After seeing what they all look like - I am slightly afraid that I am going to turn out the same way. No one put dark circles, thick wrinkles, and ugly husbands in the side effects of producing Take Five! And now I can't back out! I am doomed! Doomed I tell you!

I have no school tomorrow because the board of education sat around and thought it would be a good idea. I love the board of education. They make great decisions.

Here is a little piece to end your sunday evening. Its calming and could be considered quite boring if you are not in a relaxing mood. It is also better if you imagine so young guy with dark curly hair and brown eyes playing it instead of the old man. Have a good night. xoxo