I felt like I had been run over a train.Twice. I hadn't slept all night and it felt like someone was banging against my skull. I stumbled down the stairs to get some breakfast and, more importantly, make myself a very, very large cup of coffee. By some miracle of nature I made myself look semi-presentable and on my bike to go to the usual TGC meeting place.
I was greeted by six ranting girls. And when I say ranting, I mean yelling.
I stepped in the middle of a heated debate worthy of a judge.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's happening?" I asked, putting my hands out to seperate Emily and Clara. However, it seemed like instead of arguing, they were, rallying.
"Arine's heart has been broken," Emily said, putting her hand to her head dramatically.
"Her boyfriend broke up with her, and now she's determined to stay in bed all day, eating ice cream and watching Love Actually," continued Clara.
"Love Actually? I thought that was a Christmas movie," I said.
"You don't actually watch love actually, you just cry, throw chocolates at the TV, and call it blasphemy whenever someone says I love you," explained Kelsey.
All the other Tough Girls had seemed to crowd around us, offering their own two cents into the conversation.
"Oh, that makes so much more sense. So, we're in shambles now or something?" I ask.
About half of the girls shrugged.
"I don't know, actually. Kelsey already visited her today and she had two ice cream tubs and a paperback version of The Outsiders thrown at her," Zoey said. Kelsey agreed with a sorrowful look on her face.
"Oohh, Outsiders throwing, this is serious," I nodded.
"And I have a remedy," Alana said, stepping into the middle of our little group huddle, "We go get ice cream, and then," Alana said, pausing for dramatic effect, "We get revenge."
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We purchased about ten tubs of various flavors of Ben and Jerry's and two Lord of The Rings movies before daring to venture anywhere near Arine's house. When we did, no one came to the door, so we had to climb up the tree that leads right up to her window. I knocked on the glass, and Arine opened it, removing her screen so we could get in.
"Hola chickarita!" I said, jumping down of the window ledge and onto Arine's hardwood floor. Her room was decorated with posters of Doctor Who and the periodic table. The dumpee had returned to her bed, which was covered with about fifty blankets with various buckets of ice cream and various candy wrappers surrounding her.
"I come bearing gifts. Namely, Ben and Jerry's and six hours of Frodo Baggins," Clara said, plopping herself down on the bed.
Arine didn't look away from her TV where Ryan Gosling was seducing his girl in The Notebook. She steeled her face up, looking determined to keep up her wallowing for as long as possile.
"C'mon, we have Phish Food..." Emily teased Arine.
"I feel like I'm going to barf," Arine said, turning on her side to face us. Her face was streaked with tears and snot. Her beautiful red hair was matted with knots, like a friendship bracelet gone wrong. It was then that I realized her heart had not been broken, but rather crushed with a malet and scattered by the wind.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay girly," Kelsey said, stroking her hair. I had learned that Kelsey was very comforting in emotional cricises.
Arine turned over and buried her head in her pillow. Everyone exchanged tense looks and unanimosly decided it was time to bring out the big guns.
'We have toliet paper," I said in a singsong voice.
Arine flipped over and sat right up in bed, a devilish grin on her face.
"I don't even like The Notebook," she said.
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We had dragged Arine's butt out of bed, got her ready for the day, and eaten half of the tubs of ice cream. We were decked out in all black- black tee shirts and tank tops, yoga pants, and ski masks. Of course, we didn't have that many black tee shirts or pairs of yoga pants so the only one with a complete outfit was Arine, as she was the TP-er of honor.
It was eleven P.M. After we got Arine ready we watched the rest of The Notebook and The Lord Of The Rings. I had protested that girls our age needed nine hours of sleep each night, but apparently none of the other Tough Girls Club memebers cared about girl's health. Everyone chatted excitedly on the car ride over, except for me, who took a siesta in the backseat.
Once we got there, however, I was wide awake. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I was TP-ing someone's house! I was TP-ing someone's house!
We parked a block away and walked to Arine's ex-boyfriend's house. It was cute, really. It was painted a bright blue and had an american flag in the front. I almost felt bad for them, but then I remembered what he did to Arine. He was getting what he deserved.
We hauled five Costco size bags of TP out of the trunk of Kelsey's minivan.
Arine grabbed a roll and flung it toward the house, yelling a terrible profanity towards her ex. It landed on the roof and rolled down to the windowsill on the top level of the house.
Then all hell broke loose. Toilet paper was flying everywhere and there was no stopping it. It got on the bushes, the roof, the porch, even on the american flag. The air was swarming with white pillow quilted TP. Oddly enough, it was a beautiful moment. Kind of like one of life's mini miracles.
Unfortunately, that mini miracle was shattered when we reached the end of all five bags. I stepped back to survey our work. We did a pretty decent job, if I do say so myself. Every inch of the lawn and the house was strewn with toilet paper.
"Best fifteen bucks I've ever spent," Emily whispered to me.
After basking in the glory of the TP for a few minutes, we decided to book it before we were caught.
Everyone got into a scintillating conversation of who Arine should date next, getting into a spirited debate of Ansel Algort versus Dylan O'Brien. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to participate in that conversation, because as soon as I leaned my head against the windowsill I fell fast asleep.
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Jamie's Blog Post:
No one looks back on life and remember the nights when they got enough sleep.
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Hello my lovelies! I hope you enjoyed that. I am insanely tired even though it's not even that late. Oh well.
I'm trying to work out a posting schedule where I update Redo on Monday and TGC on Wednesday and Saturday, so expect updates soon.
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