This Friday I discovered something magical: nail polish. Of course, I already knew of nail polish, just not its magical properties. I had attempted a few times when I was nine to put on nail polish. Needless to say, I never succeeded. But that all changed on Friday. I tried again, and I didn’t fail! I can’t say I succeeded either because there were noticeable mistakes. It also took about an hour. I painted my pinkie’s a dark red, and I painted the rest of my finger sliver. I also painted my toes pink. I hate the color pink, but it was a really pretty pink. I couldn’t resist!
Since then I’ve painted my fingernails twice more. The first time I painted them gold (on Sunday), and today I painted them silver. I really like silver because for some reason the mistakes I make are less noticeable. I did make mistakes; loads of them. I can see two nails that have no mistakes. At least I’ve improved!
There should be a warning on the nail polish bottle saying: WARNING: Extremely addicting! I am addicted to painting my nails. Who paints their nails three times in six days? I do! Who loves everything about painting nails, even waiting for them to dry? I do! Okay, so that’s mostly because I talked to Slacker for an hour on the phone, but still!
Wow. I am so impressed with the above paragraphs. I didn’t get off topic once. Time to change that!
It’s hard to take blonds’ seriously. Maybe it’s just me, but a brunette seems so much more responsible than a blond. Please tell me what you think about this. I am not hating on blonds’, I am a blond myself.
On a different note, my friends voted me most responsible at my lunch table. It went a little like this:
“Who’s the most responsible out of us four?” Ariana asked.
“Katie,” Lilly replied immediately.
“Really, Lilly? Think about what you’re saying,” Katie said, flabbergasted. (Awesome word)
“You’re right… But it’s not me. It can’t be me,” Lilly said.
“Yeah, it can’t be Lilly. It can’t be me either,” Alex admits.
“And there’s no way it’s Ariana,” Lilly adds.
And thus, I took up the position as the most responsible. It really is sad that my friends are so irresponsible that I’m the most responsible. Who’s the most responsible of your friends? Really think this through. It might not be who you first thought. If you are the most responsible, we can suffer together. TOGETHER IS BETTER! ONE OF US!