I hope I didn't swear.

The coming of home.

aka.

Homecoming.

Home = School.

Coming = Dance.

Being a teenager and all. I had a blast.

That came out wrong.

Being a teenager doesn't mean you have fun at dances.

It just means that you are prone to have more fun compared to a grandpa, or somebody of "old age". Like my mother.

My mom was talking to me, and she said that I never blog about her, yet I never fail to mention my dad. She told me I had to create a whole blog post about how wonderful and funny she is. Don't get me wrong she is wonderful and funny. So instead of just writing one post about her, I am going to spread it out between many posts. I hope you find this funny Mom, and don't ground me for telling everyone that you force me to say you're nice. I love you.

So being young, not like my mother, I went to the dance.

And it was amazing.

The day started out with us going to PPT.

Progressive

Power

Tumbling.

Which is a place with giant foam pits and trampolines on steroids.

These foam pits are from hell.

Is that swearing?

I sure hope not.

It's like saying that Satan is from hell...

Right?

If it is swearing, please forgive me.

I have good intentions.

Sorry mother.

But seriously. I hate these things. They stick to your body and make you feel like you are slowly being devoured by them. Then you get little pieces of foam in your eyes. And you cry. A lot. Then your make up runs down your face, and you look like one of those creepy clowns at haunted houses. I would post a picture of a clown. But I am too scared to look them up on google.

After this little adventure of foam and clowns we got hot-dogs. These were not just regular hot-dogs. The were about the size of my forearm. I'm a tall girl. So thus I have a long forearm. I didn't even eat the whole thing. And I can down food. I'm pretty much an endless pit. So that was bizarre.

I was dropped off at my humble abode. And did all that girly stuff girls do to look like girls. Then I was picked up to go to my dates' humble abode. We ate dinner. Everyone thought that was the most hilarious dinner ever. Because some dummy decided not to think before they spoke and ended up saying this: "So Trevor, If you are in your underwear can people see inside your house?" For about thirty minutes the whole group tormented and teased this poor dummy. Good thing this dummy is a good sport. This lasted at least thirty minutes. It ended up with this : The "dummy" riding a horse outside Trevor's house with binoculars. I felt bad for that dummy.

We played football. YES. In my dress and tights. Well. I didn't really play football. More like I ran around with a football screaming. so....

We went to a frozen yogurt place called Orange Leaf and got some delicious dessert. Tangled was playing on the T.V.'s there and everyone except for myself was in complete awe about it. Nobody said a word. They just all stared and watched the movie.

Then we went to the dance.

Did I mention I was the second tallest person there?

And my date was the first.

We received the nickname of "Twin towers".

I love high heels.

The dance was the best thing in the history of things.

I wish you could have all been there to experience it.

Trevor and I sang our hearts out, danced our hearts out, and sang out hearts out more.

It all ended at the doorstep, a little kiss on the cheek, and a tired Sam.

(Pictures soon to follow.)

Don't do anything I wouldn't do-

Twin Tower #1.

I'm a vegan.

I'm a vegan....

For the next 12 days.

So my homecoming dress is fuchsia. Yes. I said that right.

Fuchsia.

is a vivid reddish or pinkish purple color named after the flower of the fuchsia plant, itself named after the German scientist Leonhart Fuchs. Fuchsia is a synonym for magenta.

I copied that from wiki.

Don't worry. I'm not that intellectual when I type.

And that is why I'm a vegan. Because if I gained ANY weight at ALL in the next few weeks, you would be able to tell in my dress. You may be saying.

Wow Sam. That's a super tight dress. and immodest.

My answer? No. It's just form fitting.

But I can't say much more because, there is a slight chance that my date could read this. And I don't want to tell him about the dress. So. Sorry.

So. Being vegan and all I ate a bean burger.

My dad, a while back decided he wanted to try being a vegan. And that lasted all of a week. (My dad smokes some mean ribs) So during that monumental week, my father bought all sort of vegan things. Burgers, chicken patties, quinoa, and other random things from Costco. (Aren't most wonderfully random food items from Costco?)

This bean burger, was surprisingly good. Well, as good as a bean burger can get. Let's just say that I put a stack of pickles about a mile high on top of it. It helped.

For the last couple of days, all I have eaten are veggies and fruits. Being a major carnivore, this is the hardest thing I have done, ever. (maybe..) Oh! I also adore sugar. So that is no fun. Especially since lately I have been craving one of those oreo pizzas from Pizza Pie Cafe. So in 12 days, if you want to. You can buy me one.

If you want to.

For the last hour I have been listening to this song. And I'm in love. Not the friendship love. Not the lusty love. No. This is the love that is unconditional and has no limits. It's the last thing I think about before I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up. I would sacrifice anything for this song. I would prefer this song to a shopping trip to IKEA. That is how much I love it.

Not really. I do love this song. But I would NEVER sacrifice IKEA. Not even for a cute little baby kangaroo. Yes. A kangaroo. It has been my dream to own one. They are so darn cute. Even though they can kill somebody.... They can kill my enemies right?!

Kidding. I don't have any enemies.

Except that one girl. But I don't hate her.

And I wouldn't classify her as my enemy.

Except she hates me.

And classifies me as her enemy.

ps. Why do you hate me?

So anyways..

This blog is just rambling on. Like usual.

So I'll let you go.

GO VEGANS! (kidding, I hate you)

Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya-

Sambalicious.