Why not to text while jumping on a trampoline with no net at midnight.

You fall of, can't breath, and all your friends start crying because they think your dead.
And then you get mud stains on your butt, and it looks like you took a giant dump in your pants.

Dance.

Last night we had a Spring Dance at school. I didn't plan on going but my best friend Chelsey somehow talked me into going. I had attended the 1st dance in 6th grade, but didn't go to the last 2 we had, because the 1st time I went I got mad at a boy I liked. And this shocked me, I got mad at the boy I like now. He would dance with a girl right next to me, look at me, look away, and then just stand there. Boy's are retarded. Well not ALL of them.