Ali's Odd Blog

So, I know I just wrote to you like, 10 minutes ago, but boredom reigns and I need something to rid it from my mind.
RAMBLE TIME!
Can I tell you about how much I generally despise sleepovers?
I mean, I can handle them sometimes, but this time turned me into a terror.
And it was all my fault.
Last year. Last day of school.
Inexplicably, I agreed to have an all nighter.
Let me tell you a little something about me minus sleep,
I get grumpy, and I get loopy, and all sorts of things start coming out of my mouth unbidden.
I am a simple observer to the flow of words exiting my mouth.
This time, we three (my friends and I) were sitting down in my room watching rando hilarious movies on ye old youtube. I slowly began to drift into slumber land, my eyes drifting closed.
And yet, my friends could not allow this.
They began sticking their fingers in my ears.
And tickling me.
And this really made me want to shoot a monkey. (And I looove monkeys.)
Really? Did they want me to kill all of their favorite monkeys? \
Curious George? You want him dead?
Zaboomafoo? (He's a.. monkey? Lemur. whatever.)
BOOTS. That obnoxious little monkey from Dora.
Not sure anyone would actually miss him.
By the way, whose parents name you after your favorite footwear?
Should my parents have named me... Feet?
No. Scratch that. FootWEAR. So moccasins I guess.
And that Curiousity George character.
I don't trust him.
Do you know what curiosity does?
It KILLS.
Like dead.
Anyway... I'm done. Sleepovers. They have consequences.
Whatever.