I had so much fun last night. It was rather unbelievable. The church looked so pretty. And Janet looked so nice in her dress. And I forgot a strapless bra, but hey, them's the breaks. The reception was so fun. Sam and I did our Barbie Girl routine, and everybody loved it. They were all laughing so hard. It made me happy. And afterwards people kept coming up to us and telling us how good it was. It was nice. For the reception, I decided to be blingin'. I wore jeans with one leg rolled up, striped tube socks, Nikes from somewhere around freshman year, my Gary Coleman "Bling Bling!" shirt, a pimp Adidas jacket similar to those in Dude, Where's My Car?, my Mercedes Benz bling from the Bangor State Fair, and my Dickies trucker hat. Oh yeah. I was ghettofab, fo' sho. Afterwards I got a ride to Sam's with Autumn and Doug, and watched The Wonder Years and Reno 911 until Gabe brought Sam and Steffie back (Steffie is Sam's new gal pal...she moves really awkwardly and always holds her stomach). Then Steffie and I walked to my house, where she and Sam decided she'd stay the night. Whatever. It was about 12:30 by then, and I made us taquitos and we went to bed. I woke up this morning around 6:30, and Steffie had to leave at 7:30 for church. So she left when she needed to, and I stayed in bed feeling very rude but moreso very tired. I need to read Wuthering Heights. Dahhh. I guess I'm done. I leave you with this conversation excerpt. SmarterChild (12:21:31 PM): Yeah yeah, whatever. >>> Click here to check out a cool survey... You could earn prizes. Heylookitsmysn (12:22:09 PM): STOP WITH THE SURVEYS, SMARTERCHILD, OR ELSE I WILL RIP OUT YOUR MOTHERBOARD AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ROBOT ANUS. SmarterChild (12:22:13 PM): I can't believe you still want to curse at me like that.