excuse me...you said plain?

Have you ever had a dream that you swore was real?...you know, the types of dreams that you find something, be it money, friends, bandaids, whatever, and when you woke up you were suddenly hit with reality that none of it actually happened.

I had one of those dreams last night, and I would have contiuned to dream if my no-good-taller-than-me brother hadn't come running into my room shouting "WE HAVE NO SCHOOOOOL...WE HAVE NO SCHOOOOOL" at the top of his lungs. Let me fill you in on Jonbo Stuart Scribner...

Jon is loveable and sensitive, however he puts of the facade of being the "tuff guy". He may seem like he doesn't care about whatever it is you are doing but let me tell you something. This sixteen year old sophomore still gets up at 3:30 a.m. on Christmas morning running around with excitement just to open his stocking. Jon may not be quick with a come back, but every now and then he'll throw out a clever remark. He is also very photogenic, which is a big plus for me. Jon however is really big on having his picture taken very often, which is not a big plus for me. I just like taking his picture.

Anyway, back to the point...

Jon is the reason I woke up this morning, and I suppose that the texts from Scott saying he wanted to hang out with me before he had to go to show choir practice at three were another reason for me to start the day.

Since there are not alot of hip cool hang outs around the Huntertown area, most kids hang out at the new local Wal-Mart, which I'm so sad to say, is what I do sometimes. I mean who can beat those unbelievably low prices? I suppose marketing tyrants have won this round. Scott and I walked around for a while, played a little guitar hero setting all the high scores (I'm soooo lammmme). After he left I took a little personal self discovery trip to PetSmart and The Dollar Store. Both were very enlightening.

Around six thirty in the evening I recieved a very interesting phone call from Scott saying that he had broke his key inside of the lock while trying to unlock himself from the inside of the car...

Yes....

This is what he said happened.

While parked next to the new enterance that leads right to the new choir room, Scott's driver side door would not open (meaning the lock wouldn't move), so what he did was roll down the window (electric), take the key out of the ingnition, and place the key in the outside lock while still in the car, twisted and....SNAP!

I had to hold in my amusement, because apparently it is too soon to make jokes. So I spent a good half hour to and hour duct taping his window so snow wouldn't get inside it (and the tape wouldn't hold, and with this awesome Indiana wind, I'm sure its been pressed in). I really believed for a moment that I would have to say goodbye to my fingers, as victims of frostbite.

I'm a lucky survivor...I have never been so cold in my life.