Turtwig wants to blog?

So here's how the morning went:

I was waken up by mother wanting to know why I didn't answer my phone; it fell behind my bed and I had to go search for it. I got up, threw some clothes on and trudged downstairs. Got to church, didn't sit down. Went to the sound booth, hung out for a minute and then went to the lobby-type-area and sat down. Vicky came out and we chilled and caught up. We haven't talked or seen each other in ages, I'm not quite sure why though. Anyways, so we then went to help an old lady, whose name I don't recall at the moment, set up Carter Hall for the luncheon. Why? Because Methodists always have food. So I got Doritos out of the Youth closet and walked down the hall. This is how it went.

me: (in a Mexican accent) Cheetos, Fritos, Doritos, Tostitos..... Pringles.
Ms. Toni: Hey! I need a Spanish tutor.
me: I wasn't speaking Spanish... I was just saying random chip names..
Ms. Toni: Shows how much I know.

Fail? It was hilarious though.

I've just discovered Narnia chapstick. Peter flavour is nice. (;

So now I'm going to gallavant over to church again for the luncheon.
Woo. *eye roll*

Someone save me.
But I have Vicky... this may be good.