You know how in SpongeBob Squarepants, Squidward's clarinet playing is horrible? Well, my sister is Squidward. Really. And clarinets are loud.

Anyway, I recently spent the night at a friend's house for a sleepover before everyone goes their separate ways due to summer vacations. (Well, except me. I have to work. All I'll get is a three-day camping trip with my maternal extended family.) We watched Next, Rat Race (Rowan Atkinson FTW), Steel Magnolias (*dies unto self*), and this other movie with a really long name which I have forgotten. Something to do with Wesley Snipes. There were many moments of amusement, but one of the best (bestness being subjective to what I may find mildly amusing at any given time) occurred the morning after, when I was still totally stoned out from lack of sleep.

I was perched on the corner of the couch, which is close to the door, which has a large window in it, over which shades were drawn. Everyone else was sprawled out on chairs and the hide-a-bed.

*knock on door*

*nobody does anything*

*another knock*

Me: Oh hey, someone's at the door.

Someone: Who is it?

*peeks behind shades and checks*

Me: It's some guy.

Someone else: Who?

*checks again*

Me: He has a mustache.

Someone else: Maybe it's my dad.

*checks for a third time, this time bothering to stare out the door for more than a couple seconds*

Me: Hey, yeah, it is.

Someone else: Let him in.

Me: Okay--stupid couch--

Yeah. Sleep deprivation results in decreased brain savvyness.

Also, I bought Speedboat Rescue. <3!