Day 61: The most awesome burgers in the world

... and I had to pass up on them. ;_;

Basically, tonight I went to someone else's house for dinner. No, I didn't have a hot date (don't worry, boys! You still have a chance!), but my parents are really good friends with this couple and we go to their house and they come to ours fairly often. I believe I have mentioned them before...  My Twin Who Isn't Related To Me is their daughter. I had to drive here... NOT pleasant. xD

Oh yeah, I forgot to say, I'm blogging from their house. Tummy and My Twin Who Isn't Related To Me are watching some show called Splat-a-lot. It appears to be a kid's version of Wipeout. Charming.

So I got my braces tightened a day or two ago, and it's been pretty bad this time. I've been surviving on soup, yogurt, smoothies, and porridge with honey. We so rarely get to eat the delicious burgers... WHYYYY

I didn't starve, of course, as there was potato salad. My Twin Who Isn't Related To Me's mother also thinly sliced some hard boiled eggs for me. Yay protein! So I stuffed myself on that. Pity I couldn't eat the burgers. Perhaps next time I can blog about their delectable flavour.

To all those who promised me a blog post:

I'm still waiting.

Your days grow short.

Day 37: Butterbeer is FREAKING AWESOME (even though my friends suck monkey butt)

[Note: This was supposed to be Thursday's post.]

So on Thursday there was a party at my house. But Katrina, you say, why wasn't I invited? I didn't even know there was a party. Don't you love me any more?

Well, I say, I didn't know there was a party either. That is why you were not invited.

Yah. No kiddin'. I knew that Supreme Harem Master and her brother were coming over (she was doing childcare for him), and possibly Colombian Rice Eater. The daughter of Moomoo's best friend, let's call her My Twin Who Isn't Related To Me - seriously, we look so alike it's scary - was also coming over. We were her unpaid slave labour informal babysitters for the day. :D Actually, she's pretty awesome, and although she's four years younger than I am, she's a lot more mature than half the people in my grade. -_- (Which says just as much about them as it does about her, actually. ^^;) So I texted Supreme Harem Master in the morning, double checking to see who was coming, and she said her, her little bro, Colombian Rice Eater, and World Champion Pacer were all coming. Okay, I thought. One more person. I can handle that.

So then My Twin Who Isn't Related To Me arrives. Yay! Supreme Harem Master isn't that long behind, with her brother in tow. He's got long hair, but he actually pulls it off quite well, even though she says that people sometimes think he's a girl. I can't imagine how, as he doesn't look feminine in the slightest. He's actually kind of attractive. He looks NOTHING like his sister though. She's pale, and he looks like he's legit First Nations. XD A few minutes later, Secret Society Girl walks through the door. Um, okay. Didn't know she was coming but I can deal. Colombian Rice Eater is next, and you know what he tells me? He invited Secret Society Girl, Sailor Moon Fan Who Is Epic At Drawing, another girl, and Quiet Smart Airplane Dude. WUUUUT. The other two girls didn't come, but Quiet Smart Airplane Dude walked for like half an hour carrying a butt-heavy backpack to get here.

Me:

Everyone else:

Needless to say, I was less than prepared for having SEVEN other people to entertain, plus my loser brother Tummy who wouldn't leave us alone. -_- So we played video games for a while, then went to the park a block from my house to play Grounders (shut up, it's FUN!), then came back here after an hour of that. Then I remembered that Supreme Harem Master had brought a recipe for butterbeer - you know, the Hogsmead drink from Harry Potter. So we all walked to a store to buy some butterscotch syrup and more cinnamon. Secret Society Girl got some quiche.

We came home. I sent them all into the living room to play more video games.  Me and My Twin Who Isn't Related To Me made the butterbeer, a triple recipe, in a gigantic glass bowl. We drank the butterbeer. I looked upon what I had created, and I thought it good; for the butterbeer was heavenly and we drank it gladly.

SERIOUSLY OMFG IT WAS SO GOOOOOD. I think my sixteenth birthday party will have to be Harry Potter themed. Everyone will dress up, and we shall drink butterbeer and many other things. We'll have a Triwizard Tournament, only with more than three people (I hope!), and we'll practice spells, and PLAY QUIDDITCH! I'll invent other games that have to do with invisible cloaks and such. We shall also worship Dumbledore for a little while. YAY