weekends are a time for magic *insert sparkly stuff here*

last Friday night, me and my bestest friend Kayden/Cody (his Indian name is "He-who-has-many-names") went on a walk.


you know how sometimes you'll be driving around, coming home from a night-on-the-town at Wal*Mart (or wherever you and your hardcore gangsta buddies hang out), and you see some sketchy people walking along the road, wearing dark clothes and generally being very creepy?


yeah. that would be us.


anyways, we usually walk all the way to the end of our neighborhood, along the main road, and back down the other side of our street (about a mile and a half walk, give or take). and being out on a road where cars come flying around the dark corner out of nowhere can be scary, until we realize that people driving by are probably scared of us and our creeper ways, then its just funny.


so Friday we get back to his house and the basement door (our usual entrance) is locked. 

dang it. now we have to walk the 10 extra feet to the front door. 


we ring the doorbell to alert peoples inside of our existence, and wait.


nothing.


so He-who-has-many-names repeatedly rings the doorbell for about a minute straight, and we use our ninja skills to dart behind stuff (like good old fashioned ding-dong-ditch)


still nothing.


annoyed and sad that no one came out and yelled "you darn kids! say off my property!!!!" (in an old man voice, obviously) we trudged back up to the door. it was unlocked. of course.
his mom was upstairs when we came in.


mom: did you lock yourselves out?


hwhmn: no, we just forgot to unlock the door behind us....
....why are you wearing a dress? (it was around midnight by this point)


me: (whisper-y like) cody....girls don't need a reason to wear a dress. well, except me, of course. then it better be a darn good reason.....


mom: (to hwhmn) I was trying some dresses on...why are you wearing pajama pants? (I almost said: "it is night-time, ya know...")


hwhmn: because you threw them at me and told me to take my pants off!!


*we proceed to leave the room*


me: cody?


hwhmn: yes?


me: this is going on my blog.


hwhmn: awesome.


now, you may be thinking, "what kind of mother tells their son to take his pants off?!" to which I would reply "he-who-has-many-names's kind of mother".


of course, she wasn't actually being perverted. before we had left, his mom had come down and told him to change so she could wash his pants. she wasn't being gross or anything. purposely.


but it was still funny.

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 I had another drumline competition saturday. it was very entertaining, as always. on the way back I was super tired and very much without a Monster (or a way to obtain one anytime soon), so I decided to take a nap.


now as you most likely know, sleeping is nearly inpossible on a bus, much less one with about 25 teenagers and a few adults who get cranky and yell whenever we get too loud.


but besides that, buses are supremely uncomfortable places, and deserve to be smacked for foiling my nap plans.


here's what trying to sleep on a bus looks like:

 (just ignore the random streak of light in these pictures. I could color the windows to make it look like night time, but I didn't have "ugly bus seat" and "old bus wall" colors to fix the light rays)option 5 definitely the best, but hard to do when everyone's "personal belongings" (aka "crap") are all over the floor. I finally decided to just sit forward and lean my head against the seat in front of me. still had a headache later.