21

So, what's the deal with 21st's anyway?
Why is the age 21 so important?
It's just another number. Why not celebrate 22 or 43? What's the big deal anyway?

Anyway, it's my 21st coming up*.
And I have to celebrate it in some way**.
Some ideas:

• Restaurant. Breadstix? Nah, too far. A local one? Mayhaps. Taco Bell? OMG KAREN YOU'RE SO STUPID I CAN'T GO TO TACO BELL I'M ON AN ALL-CARB DIET.
• Murder mystery party. My mum's idea. I'd come as Sherlock, of course. Or I'd be Watson and just sit there saying, "F*CK YOU, I WON A BAFTA." Hahaha omg wut.
• Picnic at le horsey races. Also my mum's idea. I'm not a big fan of horses, unless they are on a shirt as a carousel. I spend way too much time watching Glee, hahaha wut.
• Party at the Murder House. With an added serving of Tate!
  
• A party like the one Rachel Berry had on Glee. There will be red solo cups, drunkenness, spin the bottle, and me dueting with Blaine. Yay!

Fun!
Yeah okay, I'm bored. :P
Deal with it.
All you stalkers can come. You're so skilled at stalking, I don't even have to tell where I'm having my 21st. :D

*March 6th, for those of you that care. Not that anyone reads this. Still. A present would be nice. I live at 221B Baker St. Send some flowers and Daisy Thomas. kthx.

**Unfortunately, sitting in my room eating ice-cream isn't celebrating. :(

MORE FANFICNESS.

~FANFIC~

Me and my bffl, Mitchie, were sitting on my front porch, bored.

"What shall we do~?" I asked, "I AM SO BOOOOOOOORED."

Mitchie stretched out his legs. "Mmm... I don't know," he mumbled.

"Idk either. D'URGG. D'URGGG. D'URGGG," I said, fierceeeely.

"D'urggg, lol," Mitchie reiterated.

Suddenly, we heard music. Mitchie stood up and watched as a van drove down our street.

As soon as I saw the van, I leaped up and squealed, "I LIKE HOME ICE-CREAM, I LIKE HOME ICE-CREAM, I LIKE HOME ICE-CREAM, THE NAME THAT RINGS A BELLLLLLL!"

The ice-cream van stopped and the driver, Haydo, leaned out his window.

"Hello, ma'am. Fancy an ice-cream?" Haydo said.

"Mmhmm," I said, reaching into my pocket for some cash, "A chocolate one, plz. And also: I loveeeeee you, Haydo~!"

Haydo took my money and smiled and handed me a chocolate ice-cream.

Mitchie also gave Haydo some money and asked for a vanilla ice-cream.

We waved goodbye as Haydo drove awayy.

We sat on the front porch again eating ice-creams.

"Oh, how I loveeeee ice-creams~!" I squealed.

"Me too," Mitchie agreed.

We licked our ice-creams in silence.

This was an excellent day! ^_________^

"Mitchie, we should eat ice-creams more often," I commented.

"Uh huh. It would stop you throwing pies/tomatoes at everyone," Mitchie replied, smiling.

I smiled toooooooooo.

THE END~!

Haydo would make a good ice-cream man.

He reminds me a bit of Otto Mann.

Similarities between Otto and Haydo: Long-ish hair, quirky, fun, funny, awesomeeeee, and MOARRR.