I fail at being fashionably late.

I am not fashionable and I'm usually a pretty punctual person.  Put those together and you get me.  I also fail at blogging.  Oops.  I have six drafts that are currently being worked on.  They consist of one blog describing in great detail my trip to Fort Worth for a Wizard Wrock show, another which describes my experiences in my summer job (which I just quit), another rant about the earth and how we should take better care of it, another Harry Potter one which was supposed to be posted right after the first Harry Potter blog I wrote, and yet another rant about Glenn Beck and Fox News. 

So I haven't seen my friends from church in probably about 8 months (since Christmas break) because I've, as mentioned earlier, been working for the majority of the summer at a place that schedules me on Sundays.  I would usually ask for Sundays off, but that is the day that literally makes my paycheck (more on that later).  So I've been worried that my friends from church/ college and youth ministers think that I'm one of those kids who have, shall we say "fallen from grace" since leaving for college.  We usually got lectured about once every month about the students that used to go to our church, but would then stop attending and stop reading their bible because they were too busy partying.  We would hear gossip about them even more often, which I have no problem admitting is pretty sick.  Oh, church.  Although we are baptists it's like we have our own little form of excommunication.  We would see or hear about someone acting in an "unbiblical" manner and have one big juicy gossip session where the most informed person would, with their eyebrows arched and their eyes open wide, let slip all of the details to a very enthralled, albeit usually small audience.  Then we would go out of our way not to mention it again even if the person was once a friend of ours.  

So, having not shown my face in church in a very long time I was slightly worried that I would be the one that was gossiped and wondered about.  I don't really know how much I care if I have been all this time...  Anyway.  That's been my day. 

I also failed at being fashionably late yesterday when I crashed a flute party (Yes.  You read that correctly).  My good friend Danielle was throwing a flute reunion party at her house which my friend Bailey, having been a flute in the high school marching band was invited to, and Sarah Joel, and I, having not been flutes, were not.  So Bailey invited us and we were planning on crashing the party because they are all pretty cool people who wouldn't mind if we just showed up randomly.  Or at least that's what Bailey kept telling me.  I, on the other hand was having second thoughts, as always.  I was afraid that Danielle would be angry at us for showing up.  I was looking forward/ apprehensive about the party all week and the night before, started dreaming up scenarios where Danielle was really angry and told me to leave.  I was so apprehensive in fact, that I spent 2-3 hours baking a peace offering in the form of glazed sugar cookies when I should have been sleeping.  The plan was to meet at Sarah's house and arrive together an hour and a half late to Danielle's.  Bailey was going to go in first since she was the only one of us that was invited.  Sarah would go in approximately one minute after Bailey and I would go in third.  Then Joel would go in wearing a black wig since all of the flutes were girls.  I can't express to you how hilarious it was for Joel to have agreed to wear the wig and how much more hilarious it was to actually see him wearing it.  He's not really the kind of guy I would think would do something like that.  Joel and I were crouching behind Sarah's car outside Danielle's house before I went in and I was enjoying watching him struggle with the hair in his eyes.  

"How do girls deal with long hair?  It gets all over your face."  

"Well we start by brushing it for one.  That usually helps."  

"Dangit!  I forgot to wear tight pants!"  

That was when I practically keeled over with laughter.  I could not believe I just heard those words come out of his mouth.  

Well it turns out that the peace offering was unnecessary, but not unappreciated.  She actually seemed really happy when I walked in the door and said that she thought she should call our other non flute friend Lorraine to come and join us.  If only we had waited 1 more minute we could have had a bigger reaction because some other people walked in right after Joel.  Oh well. It ended up being a pretty fun party and Joel, Bailey, Sarah, and I spent it committing the usual tom-foolery.  

I'm also going to start listing books/blogs/music I've been listening to at the end of each post.  If I remember...

Book currently reading: The Bermudez Triangle by Maureen Johnson

Song I currently can't get enough of:  Knock You Down.  I know, I know... the cheesiest lyrics ever.  I don't care; I freaking love this song. 

I'll talk about Blogs some other time.  I haven't been very good about keeping up with them.