That's right. My part kicked SO MUCH ASS!!!!! I'm not going to type too much right now, because I'm on my moms iTouch, which is hard to type on. I would also like to say that my foot hurts. It has taken far more abuse than a poor little foot should take. I can put almost no weight on it, and I have been limping pitifully since Saturday. It was at a hotel, which is the same thing I did for my 9th birthday and my sister did for her 10th. I got a terrbile fever the day of her party. I had to stay in the bed in the hotel room while eveyone else had fun. But that's a different story. From 3 to say, 5ish, we were in the pool. Then we spent the rest of the time running around the hotel, scaring the crap out of the management, and throwing carrots at the balconies of poor innocent victims. Richard, Alisa, and I also jumped from the second story, which is probably one of the prime reasons my foot is hurting. Among other things.
One of the most memorable things that happened was that there was this one time we were all crowded into the elevator. This old man walked in, looked at us all stifling our laughter, then walked right back out. We all started cracking up. I literally could not breath. It doesn't sound that funny, when I look at it. But it was. It was totally hilarious.
Mark, didn't come, but you know what? Who cares? He missed a totally awesome party, and that is his problem. I'm supposed to be at someone elses party right now, but my mom is sick. Mark may or may not there. I was planning on telling him today, but no fiesta for me. I'll find a way to tell him eventually.
Ok, typing on the iTouch is becoming seriously annoying, so I'm out.
Carrots make great missles.
Christy
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