Making up songs is a very entertaining pastime.

So, the other day we were trying to find the noun for ironic. None of us could remember. Corinne said ironicism and i said the verb ironify. We all felt pretty stupid when we realized it was irony.

So, at dance, in the girls locker room, there are a bunch of benches and A LOT of open space. Much more than I prefer. Because you walk in and everybody just strips off their underwear to put on leotards and dance clothes. And they are mostly old ladies. It is not a pleasant sight. The other day, there was this old lady (when I say old I really mean like late 40s)  walking around in the locker room STARK naked. She was walking around plucking her eyebrows, putting on lotion, and talking to her friends. I was probably in there for ten minutes and she was still naked when I left. AHHH! TOO MUCH! I tried to avert my eyes. It made me really uncomfortable. So I made up a song. The tune is to Rain, Rain, go away.

Naked, Naked, go away.
Don't come again another day.
If you do, I swear,
I'll pull up your underwear.

Not very creative, I know. But it will have to do for the time being.

When me and Corinne get on the tube, we like to sing songs and make them up to entertain ourselves on the hour long ride home. And Corinne made up this song that didn't make any sense and she had a chorus which she didn't know the tune to... But while we were waiting for the tube to come, I realized i could sing the entire Phineas and Ferb theme song. All by my lonesome. Pretty impressive.

The other day, we went to the London eye. We didn't get to ride it, though, because none of us were patient enough to wait in the SUPER DUPER long line for a thirty minute ride while we were all really hungry. So instead we went and had pizza, dough balls, and then the biggest cookie i've ever seen. We got two of them and ate them in one night because they were so delicious.

That is all.