So…tired…MUST TYPE.

GUESS WHO!?    Crowd: NEBULA! AHHH!!!   more crazy cheers      Hey guys! This is a VERY tired Nebula, and I am hanging out with Rebel and another friend, (Yes, I have more than one friend) who has chosen the alias, Badger. Don’t ask why, because I have no clue, and it is much better than the Japanese name she originally chose (Yes, Badger is a she, did you really expect me, Nebula, to have a boyfriend yet?) that I couldn’t spell correctly. So, this morning I had to get up at 7:00AM (already a “WHY ME,” situation) so I could go to opening ceremonies for  Little League T-ball and sing the National  Anthem. So, after my complete panic on the baseball field, I went to T.H.O.R. to watch Rebel, 4, and Ziva have “fun” as they ran 3 miles, got covered from head-to-toe in mud, and jump into a dumpster full of ice. I refused to let any of them touch me. After that, Badger’s grandparents picked me up (which was slightly awkward because I did not know Badger would not be riding with us) and took me to the MPEC to see the Nighthawks at a football game! (Like I know anything about football). When we first got there, these kids were at the door selling little foam footballs. It was super loud, so when they asked if I wanted one I couldn’t hear them and asked them to repeat themselves. They said it again, and I still couldn’t hear them, but when I turned around Badger was leaving to find seats. I panicked, not knowing whether to run after them, or figure out what the boys were saying. So I turned to the boys and said, “UHHH……NO,” and ran after Badger. Later, it turned out we still needed those foam footballs, so we had to go back and buy some. After a very awkward conversation with the boys, we got 12 footballs and went out to throw the balls at a car to win a Xbox and other things. Once the car drove by, I still had four footballs left and in panic I threw one. It hit one of the cheerleaders. So I ran past a bunch of people giving me dirty looks back to my seat, where I received the joyful news that Badger could spend the night! I took her home and told her she could help me post. WORST. CHOICE. EVER. Now I have a grammar-freak looking over my shoulder and telling me every thing I do wrong. I TRY TO TELL HER I AM EXHAUSTED BUT SHE WONT STOP. Don’t worry guys! THIS POST WILL BE COMPLETELY CORRECT BECAUSE BADGER WON’T OVERLOOK A SINGLE THING. YES, I UNDERSTAND THERE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A COMMA AFTER, “Don’t worry guys,” AND I DON’T FREAKING CARE. I am now going to bed AND I DON’T CARE IF THERE ARE ANY MORE ERRORS. Thanks for reading miss Nebula’s…….THE CROWN COMET!!!