I call this homework procrastination.

Oh, why yes.  Yes I am posting twice back to back.  I am doing that because I am a bad student revisiting my Anti-homework Thursday days.  Remember those?  Freshmen year when my hardest class was Creative Arts?  I miss them.  But not.  So in my procrastination I am choosing to please Winona.  Who so kindly reminded me that I promised a part II on weekend last.

We left off with Dal Pal cleaning the dead fish out of the tank.  The one being eaten by the snail.  Well as I was gagging at the yuckness, Dal Pal discovered just how slippery fish can be.  Slippery enough to slip right out of his hand onto the floor.  Gross.  And then we had to disinfect the place (and by we I mean I sat there and watched) and played the ultimate game for paranoids.  But that lasted only so long, because as fun as it is to play Worst Case Scenario, ok let's face it, it's not fun.

One time I told you just how embarrassing my little laugh is.  Glen was shocked to hear it revealed.  It's frightening, I know.  But I only laughed that hard because Dallin was funny and I was 100% fun.  And maybe very excited to feed ducks.  I told you, after a fast from a social life I get a little wild.

Speaking of wild.  I sprinted to Yellow Brick to get my bread, but sometimes I can't stop in time and my face knocks out the screen door.  Embarrassing.  Luckily Adam is Mr. Fix It and he and Yosarian fixed that little door right up.  After slight delay we headed to Twizleberry, the yum capitol of Logan.  That's some darn good fro yo.  I had a moment of panic when I thought I saw someone I didn't see, and then I panicked more when Adam handed me a gun and told me to take care of him.  Good thing it wasn't who I thought and especially good that gun wasn't loaded.  Adam terrifies me.  And his car died.

Finally we made it to First Dam for duck feeding.  And I almost caught one until Cameron spread lies about me trying to put the moves on him.  My night was getting progressively more awkward and my energy progressively rising.  We went on a creepy hike on which the boys posed questions to the girls about dating.  Interesting how fine the line is between creepy and romantic.

We ended the night watching Boy Meets World.  What a classic.  Sean has awful hair, I do not understand how he has a 30 ft. range.  Then I fell asleep.

Then it was Saturday!  I applaud you if you're still reading.  Just know this is more for journaling purposes.  Read on if you want 'Ann Marie loves me' points.  On Saturday Nooney and I went to Peach Days.  It was the most precious of dates.  We ate more fried food than I care to share and rode sketchy carnival rides.  And then I saw this theft:

So we left.  And my weekend ended with crushed dreams.  The end.

Until I didn't have crushed dreams anymore because on Sunday at the Linger Longer I ate Razzleberry pie.  And got to see my family.  And I was happy again.  The end, take two.  Bye.