Okay! Something totally not cool happened Friday night. I have no clue what got into her, but the morning after the night Jamie slept over, she went buggeye. TOTALLY OOBER ECCENTRIC. I woke up, and woke her up.
"Alright, open up your bloody eyes, and let's get some life to ya." I say, shaking Jamie
"Wha? Oh, duh. Nuinbirgwibbernabb." She replied. I thought she was just groggy, but man was I wrong.
I realized this when she said she was going to get her 'breakfast' and started walking towards the bathroom. I told her that she couldn't just drink toilet water. She said "Oh ya" and turned towards the craft closet. Now, I didn't like the image of my friend going through my aunt's art supplies and seeing which color glitter tasted best. So I rushed over and tugged on her long, messy hair.
"C'mon, Jammie. Mess-hall is downstairs."
I don't want to describe how Jamie wanted to eat her plate with breakfast. After that, I took her to my room, and started throwing pillows at her to stop (this usually works. She's paranoid about pillows for some reason. She even sleeps on her stuffed animal she's so scared).
That didn't work, so all I could do was wack some sense into her. I held my breath and yanked as hard as I could on the long braid of hair I'd just done. Her head went back, and she yelled something like 'Yahooie' and then started staring at me really hard. I figured it out. She was still asleep. Last night she was drinking something...So I looked in her bag. There were about three empty cups of coffee in there. She was asleep with her eyes open. So I got my brother's spray-on deodorant. That stuff smells like what you'd get if you crossed meatloaf with a cigar. And this is going to sound mean, but I sprayed it in her face. And in my defense, how was I sposed to remember to check if she slept with her mouth open? Well, that did the trick. And she's still mad at me! Can you believe that? Some one as sensible as Jamie McMyer. Oh well.
