Graduation Parties out my ears...

This was graduation party weekend for some reason and I don't know why. It's a very random weekend, why would all these people choose to have grad parties now?
On Friday I went to Phil's in the afternoon and then he and Bostaph and I went to Christina and Dan's grad party. Much funness and much good food! There was a little half japonese girl named Candy who was really cute and looked just like me when I was little. Yes, I looked very Asian. So much so that the most frequently asked question of me in kindergarden was "Are you Chinese?". (The answer was always no.)
So the highlights of the party were the Kareoke and the dancing. I must say that our eighth grade talent show act rocks my world and that Christina, Kelly, Kim and I should definatly form a Karoeke quartet. We can travel the country butchering every well-loved hit known to man. Our Kareoke bebut was followed by some hot dancing which the boys declined to join. Why don't guys like to dance? It's fun! And they were all dancing, albeit begrudgingly, at Prom. Hmph.
On Saturday I skipped King Fu and went to Phil's grad party. I got to meet his family- and they aren't weird, no matter what he tries to tell you. The only wierd thing was that he's related to the ECC Foreign Language Credit lady. She looked really familiar when I met her, but I couldn't place her, so I finally asked.
Oh geeze, I almost forgot. Before all the meeting of the family I learned how to play horseshoes. Close only counts in horseshoes and hand granades. I have no aim and apparently less arm muscle than I thought, because today my shoulder hurts just a little and I think it's from throwing stupid pieces of iron across the lawn (and missing the box most of the time.) When more of his cousins came we played volleyball and let me tell you, people are going to start asking how my parents treat me. Not only do I have yellowing fencing bruises, I now have bruises on my arms from volleyball. According to Brian this means I should eat more iron. He's probably right.
So today, Sunday, I was woken up at the ungodly hour of 8:30 am. I ordered a computer, which was surprisingly complicated, worked on cleaning my room some more, rode my bike to my cousin's grad party which was 8, not 4, miles away, rode my bike home from her grad party, cut both lawns and went to the Polka Festival in Niagara Falls with my Dad and Aunt Ellen. It was fun. There was loud Polka Music and much Polka dancing. I guess I've never really seen Polka dancing, so it was kinda cool, but kinda confusing because nobody was doing the same thing on the dance floor. I swear, every single couple was doing a different variation of the Polka. (And the entire time I was wondering if I would see Yasek because I spend too much time with Kelly and sometimes I pretend to know people in her CYO. Oh oh oh, there was a guy wearing a shirt that said Polska on it and yeah...I wish I was cool.) So that was a fun and different evening, although I am obligated to tell you that the Greek Festival is better, so you guys all better come next year.
Now I'm going to e-mail my room mate and hope that she's nice and that she likes me! Oh, and Happy Birthday to Erik (Eriq) and Brian! Finally, Erik can drive legally after 9...heeheehee.