Waiting.

Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting. Paitently.

No. Don't Laugh. I'm not kidding. I am having a partay!!! I am fundraising for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society today!!! Three cheers for FUNDRAISING! (Any word with fun in it is bound to be great). And I am patiently waiting for my dear friends to come and join me. Who are actually probably not going to come.

As I contemplate the meaning of this tradegedy, as either A) Too many people come to this and this turns into a horrible disaster of a party...that my grandpa will be in attendance of, or B) Not enough people will come and I will be forever stuck as the girl who couldn't convince people that saving lives wasn't a well worth use of their time.

Yikes.

I sound like an infomercial.

I hate infomercials. It's like saying I sound like my mother, and you know the last thing you ever want to do is sound like your mother. I know my ma, is sooooo much coooler than my grandma. But, everyone knows that they say somethings that are uncannily similar. It's like...*shudder*.