So get this.

My day was completely crazy. I woke up with a throbbing headache and a fever and I had to just muddle through. Good thing I wore my sweater with elbow pads, cause it fo sho kept me warm. Except I really was freezing. Seminary was miserable.

But finally, I asked my dance class if anyone had drugs, and someone smuggled me 2 Tylenol's in the locker room. It was super great and my fever broke 30 minutes later. That happened just in time for us to learn to Thriller dance and me ROCK at being a zombie. Really, I did.

Feeling all pumped and better, I went to Physics and lunch, and then this is where it gets good. I'm sitting there talking to Scott about girls and their time of the month (he apparently had some questions) when the Thriller song came on and a few people from my dance class starting randomly dancing in the commons. That is right, I was in a flash mob today.

Near the end of the song, I bend down and hit the floor, which I did beautifully, but then I heard a tearing sound and felt something on my bumkins. That is also right, I tore my pants. Luckily they were black pants and my under-neathers were also black, so it wasn't super noticable. But still! I ripped my pants! So I quickly ran right toward my friends who were standing close by. They all laughed because they couldn't believe this really happens. Everyone thinks this just happens in movies. So I guess my life is like a movie. But anyways, they were super nice and walked behind me until I got the locker room and changed into my dance pants. I really looked classy.

Then my best friend got a transfer to my school and my fever came back with vengence.

I'm just really glad I didn't wear my crazy monkey underwear.... and that ibuprofen exists.