High-Fiving Armless Hands

I'm watching George Lopez. At my Grandma's house. I seem to do a lot of my posts here. My mom and my sister are at a school trip in Europe. I went in 7th grade, too. It was awesome. But I'm glad they're gone. I spent the entire day alone with my brother because my dad had work. And now I'm spending the night and all day tomorrow at my grandma's house. Which is always fun. Speaking of fun, I had my friend Christina's quinceanyera(I don't know how to do the spanish n). Which, for you gringos, is a 15th birthday party for a usually hispanic girl to celebrate her passage into womenhood. I'm proabably not going to have one. Whatever. Too many poofy dresses and speeches for me.
Anyway, the quince was a lot fun. It was like better version of my eighth grade prom, except with more salsa, merengue, and Ricky Martin. And I discovered how easy it was to get dudes to dance with you. You just have to be assertive. I went up to four guys (okay, one doesn't count because he was my black brother Justin who I've known for years, and was trying to teach him how to dance like a latino) and just said "Hey, dance with me." And they did. I didn't even ask. And there was this one dude Logan who was really cute and danced like a spaz. But he was definitely the most fun. With the exception of Justin (my black brother, because I danced with another Justin) he was the only one I danced with twice. We jumped around like maniacs, and we were laughing and he twirled me and it was great. But I'm not getting too invested in it. I've learned my lesson.
Spring Break is a wonderful thing. Really. I might have gone insane. I just need a break. I live in one of the places that college kids always come to and get wasted so I'm avoiding the beaches. Actually, that's not why. I would LOVE to go to the beach, but my dad is white as hell, and he gets a sunburn in ten minutes, so he won't take me anywhere where it is required that he stays outside for extended periods of time. And he won't let me go with my friends because he's super-paranoid and is convinced that I'll get raped if there's a guy older than 11 around. It sucks, sometimes, having a pre-trial officer for a dad. He sees everything. And he hates it all. And so, being the first child, and a girl nonetheless, I get the worst of it. No doubt my sister will have way less problems. She got a phone before me, a facebook before me, an iPod before, she cold stay home alone before me too. It sucks. I'm like, a trial run. They have to try everything on me before it's okay for Theresa, who's 12, to do it. I can already see it. I get a car, with my own money, when I'm 19. Theresa gets her non-cra car all paid for by my parents. And don't even get me started on my 6 year old brother. It's not their fault. It's my parents. But theres nothing I can do. Just let it ride.
I wish I was married to Blooregard Q. Kazoo
Christy