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I will gripe forever about dessert parties in Provo. I just attended a birthday party accompanied with desserts, with a good friend of mine--I brought my pink ukulele with me as a safety blanket.
The girls at these parties scare me. They're bean poles, tan, blonde, and have spider eyes. (That tends to mean that they have loads of makeup on.)
The boys scare me even more. They have spiky hair and touch EVERY single girl there. Some even just lean up against the wall waiting for their next touching victim. That was not meant to sound creepy but rather, accurate.
As I walked, in I started laughing and turned to my friend and said, "I come to these events for the food."
It's true though, I was literally the only girl at the dessert table, and I ate like four cookies. I'm working on my social skills whilst I lick frosting off delectable sugar cookies, okay? aaaand I don't feel like making cookies at my own gosh dang apartment, so I'm just gonna go get some that are free.
Once I was bored of stuffing my face, I went over to a corner and started playing my ukulele.
This guy comes over and says to me, "Hey."
I didn't look up from my ukulele. I wasn't trying to be rude, I really am just obsessed with my uke.
Guy, "So is that supposed to be like, some toy that reels guys in? Like a guy magnet? Like, do you get guys with that thing? Like, does that actually work? Like.........
Ya I just play chords in an accurate way that make a perfectly sounding melody that then, translates into a song ...IN A CORNER.....to get guys.
Have you gone daft? People go to the library for that! BA HA HA.
Should I stop going to dessert parties? Probably. But I just can't resist the treats. Truly.
Sorry. I'll stop posting about dessert parties. I think this is my third time.
Tomorrow I'll post about Best MOVIE kisses of all time. Much better topic, I think.