Undies on Top

OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What did I eat last night or what??? I had the WEIRDEST dream I've had in a while.

Warning: Note to reader- the views expressed (and the insults hurled) in this post are not represented (entirely) by the author, but by her subconsious self, and the two should not, and cannot be affiliated (or if a school authority were too stumble upon this entry, the author would be in a serious {life endangering *cough*cough* undpreictable Mr. Pallo
} predicament involving--
-- OKAY BASICALLY to speak english for ya I would be in a big pile of doodoo.

So, I was at school during a break in either Mrs. Martin's class or Mr. Caster's, and I start walking around alone during the five min of break we have. I'm walking by the main office and where the courtyard meet, and I meet up with my friend Courtney and she starts talking to me. Then, I look down, and my underwear is laying at my ankles. I panic, but then realize I still had pants on. So, my undies were on top of my jeans the whole time. Courtney starts busting out laughing. So then I pull 'em back on up and adjust them and this hot guy that goes to our school starts walking down the hall and busts out laughing as I put 'er back on!! He's rolling around on the ground and his face is dark red and looks like he's about to bust a vessel. I am so embarassed and then decide to act like it's all a joke and I'm just a goofball on opposite day and start busting out laughing, too. Me and Courtney continue taking nature's best medicine and walk into the gym, which happens to have an assembly going on right then. We don't realize it, though, and stride right onto the "stage" part of the assembly. Then everyone starts laughing and realize I'm either going down in SMS history as the unluckiest idiot you ever did see, or the funniest chick in the school, so..... STAY TUNED













I start shakn' my butt right in front of everyone, kinda like a runway model pouting her lips and flutttering her (fake, overdone extremely nightmarish) eyes. Well, I start shaking that bum o' mine. Everyone started busting up laughing and some teacher's busted up laughing, while others gave me the EVIL EYE, (not to mention anyone *cough*cough*, Mrs. Chapman) for ruining their assembly.


THE END OF THE DREAM

If the dream had continued, I probably would have found myself in the principles office while she gives me the nasty-you-snot-nosed-kid look and then she opens up her file drawer and pulls out my student record and sets it on the interrogation desk. As she braces herself to see my record, she hold her breath like toxic substance will ooze out of my folder or something. She opens it ever so slowly, and LO AND BEHOLD...
a golden light pours out of it and engulfs the room in an aura undescribable by man and Mrs. Briganti is caught up in the rapture of it.

Then... the light is gone!, and she faces reality. "It's clean!" she cries, as if wracked(is that even a word?)by mortal woes.

A light shines down on me, and our principal considers my troubling deed done by my foul heart and says, "BEHOLD, ye are done, my naughty son(daughter), whose record art clean, however strang it hath been, no detention in sight, no, not even the slightest blight, for thou art free to roam as ye doth please."

OK-- what a dorky way to say, I have no ISS, OSS, Sat. Sls, or detentions., so she lets me of the hook with a stiff warning.
HEY-- you reader, don't look at me like that. I just wanted to spice it up a little-- make you want sommore.

So I wake up after sleeping on my granma's couch laughing and nearly woke up Neal. Hey-- maybe I'll show up at school with my ...

UNDIES ON TOP!!!