girls just wanna have fun....

sighs, sirs.
i'm exhausted. and all achey.
yesterday, i went outside during seventh to the pad, and had a great leap failure (mao reference for the win, i don't know why i keep using it, i'm the only one that ever finds it funny) anyway, i thought i'd try flipping. i faceplanted. i expected the pad to be bouncy, so i could get enough height to flip, so i jumped up according to my estimated height... and landed on my face. ooooows.
and then i went jumping on tefel's trampoline, it was so bad, when we were walking to his house, he yelled across a street to tell a guy he had a nice dog, and then the guy got in his car and followed us, finally stopping to yell at him, cuz he misheard him. "you got something to say!?!" i would like to say, for the record, that i executed a perfect flip there. just to spite the pad.
then, came soiree. it was lovely. andrew jones, i realized is much like john or hank green, my other heroes. i'm so excited. i love it. i adore all of them. but then i was dancing constantly for like the last twenty minutes. which made me sleepy....
anyways... oy.
then came this morning.
this post is so fail, i'm just going through events, no fun, no fun.
anyways, something of terrible proportions happened. but i shan't describe it... that'd be not good.
but oy, being a girl is tiring. makeup is gross and girl stuff is smelly, not complain or anything, oh, how i enjoyed my time, but i guess i'm just really reserved when it comes to being a girl, everyone else squeals at cute stuff or loves make up or whatever, but i just... dont? i like being quiet sometimes... i guess just hanging out with guys for most of my little people life (and a few girls that were really mean to me, i guess) made me not learn how to be normal?
well now, this isn't a speculation on my femininity, let's move on, shall we?