Mwahaha!

I have a friend named Gabby, she lives down the street, is in Girl Scouts with me, does not enjoy when I break out into my random (but rousing) chorus of Bye, Bye, Bye-Nsync and random dance(at least not when we're in public, otherwise she joins in, but where is the fun in that if people are not putting money in your hat, that you are graciuosly holding out to them? I made twenty bucks once, memories, memories...), likes taking random pictures when we are in the wierdest places and then posting them on "FaceBook" (Gabby if you are reading this I have, but one question, remember the giant basketball? And hobos?), enjoys speaking at VERY LOUD LEVELS with me,she also tolerates my obsessive Cobra Starship addiction (well cancel that, she doesn't tolerate it she enjoys it because she has one too) and her mom is the assistant scout leader in my Mom's Den(this proves further that we have lots of things in common, because, you see, both of our brothers are cubby scouts.Meaning that they are das loons extrordinaire). There are a lot of other things we enjoy doing, but I would reach my limit of words if I were to make a list :-) She is also the one who when I told her I was going to dress as Ginny for the New Moon premier, made me promise that I wouldn't, and being the EPIC friend that I am, I refrained from dressing as Ginny *sigh* next year... Not getting to dress up sucked even worse when we got there and there was an insaney hot guy dressed as Harry Potter *double sigh* well next year Harry, next year...The Ginny thing was probably payback from when I went to her house crying (seriously, I was pretty much bawling) and told her that my dog Taquito died. Which was horrible of me because she knows how much I love him (it's like Tinkerbell and Paris) and also because he was still very much alive, and I only did it because I was experimenting with "Method Acting".So when I told her she went all "old lady with a purse" on me, and I ended up running out of her house laughing my butt off (I know I should have been screaming). I thought it was pretty funny, but she didn't. Now I look back I can see why, but at the time it seemed like a good idea... I actually had a reason to write all of this,but now that I need to write it I can't actually remember what I was going to write, but thats okay because that means I have returned to familiar mental ground, I am once again confused. And with that cleared up I will say goodbye!