Responsible Party Time!

it seems that dear old dani is a caterpillar: she's got the potential to be a social butterfly. yesterday was just such a nice day that i just had to invite a few people over (without parental consent), even though it was only monday. i started out hanging with only ashley and olivia, but soon enough a whole crapload of people - invited or otherwise - showed up. galen, evan, auriel, rachel, and marina all stuffed themselves around the television, where galen had assumed control over my worthless gamecube (i kicked his ass at least two out of three rounds on super smash brothers melee). sure, to some of you party people, seven guests isn't really much. but to me, the nervous girl who worries that she is neglecting certain guests, and that not a single person is entertained, it was a lot of people. especially since i had to keep them all contained in one room. oh, well. that one room is all spiffed up for tomorrow, for i have invited galen, evan, and auriel over again. auriel wanted to learn to play super smash without the boys, but, uh, i have a soft spot for the both of them, and i would love to have them over, regardless of how much pwnage they may dish out. i believe that i can kick both of their asses, and i live to kick boys' asses in video games. teehee.
sure, monday was fantastic weather-wise, but today was fucking spectacumazing or something silly like that. ashley, kahlise, and i threw ourselves out of the school into the sun, where i kicked off my shoes and uncomfortable, fuzzy socks and threw my jacket on the ground. even after my friends had left, i just relaxed in the sun, as comfortable as i could be, and then i walked home barefoot, which i have been yearning to do for so long now. during the summer, i didn't go a day with shoes on. shoes are like mini prisons for your feet - i'm sure i've told you before. i love my feet. they're not pretty, not in the least, but they get me around and they deserve the best. they're scarred and callused, my nail polish is chipped and ugly, but i love my feet.
and get this: today i went to my first ever high school band lesson. i was failing the class, so i was all "ack" and then kahlise was all, "you're going," so i went. it was a playing test for American Visions, and i got a ninety-two percent, which isn't bad, considering the fact that i've never been to a lesson and my saxophone was broken from during football season all the way up to last week or something. so, when i didn't have a working instrument, i couldn't work on articulation or proper breathing technique or anything. my ninety-two percent is pretty good. next week is The Beatles: Love playing test, and i will be ready to rock.
more surprising news: i brought homework to do, and i cleaned frantically when i got home. i already told you that the room where my friends and i will be chillin' is all spiffed up, and it's all my doing. and after i cleaned that filthy room, i cleaned my filthy fish tank. oh, yeah: Dictator Cadaverous and General Libido are still alive and kickin'. every morning, i roll over, expecting them to be belly-up, and every morning, i am surprised into blissfulness. i'm hoping the little buggers will be able to be my guests of honor at my birthday party; my birthday is on the nineteenth. meh... they'll probably die of shock, since i cleaned their home. i probably knocked their heads on the glass when i dumped them back into the tank or something terrible. they'll probably be dead tomorrow.
i also tried teaching my kid brother to play super smash, but he's only four and he started bawling because he couldn't get the pokeball. i'm pretty sure he started having a panic attack. i stayed as patient as i could, but it's really hard to be understanding when someone is bawling over a video game, especially when they're upset about not being able to do something irrelevant to the game's purpose. i kept telling him, "jace, the point of the game is to kill me, not to get pokeballs," but he just didn't get it. and then teague, my one-year-old baby brother, came in, rested his hand on my knee and pointed to jace's controller. "no," i told him, "you are waaay too little. you can't." so he hit me and left the room.
well, it's 9:50... i had better go do homework. ...god, that's weird, but i need to learn to even out work and play. right now i'm all play and no work, and i figure that's bad somehow, so i had better get my shit together! easier said than done, i know, but at least i'm trying for today.