Bad, bad.

I didn't do a post yesterday, and I can (barely) explain.
You see, yesterday I put off doing it (as always) until about midnight, and I still had no topic to type on. I finally went searching and found that they were doing a real life movie on Avatar: The Last Airbender, and that was kind of interesting, so I started. But at about the middle, I was so exhausted that I stopped and went to sleep. So, to make up for a lost post, I will tell a story I've been saving up for a while. It is a story of me and a girl named Taylor.

You see, Taylor is one of those, "popular girls". You read about them in books: scowl at you, insult you, ect. But the popular girls here are, like, the nicest popular girls ever. They work with you, and if you say something funny, they laugh. I mean, they won't completly ignore you, some just jump into the homework and work with you on it. So, stating my point, Taylor is a pretty nice popular girl. Really nice, accually. I had a little bit of a relationship with her...my friend Laura is a wierd mix of popular and dork, so we both got invited to her birthday, and I made her laugh a lot...but that stuff happens all the time, where I say something and she thinks it's hilarious. It's quite nice, but it usually doesn't last long. The most recent way it happened...is intriging. I'll just jump into the story.

So, one day, waiting at dance class for my mom to pick me up, a lady walked in. She looked older then most ladys, maybe 60, and she strolled in and peered into the window. I didn't really notice her that much...lots of people come and go and watch the next class...but then, she started talking to me. Just suddenly acted like I had known her for ages. You don't meet many women like that, and if you have, arn't they fantastic? Just like you're an old friend. Well, as we got into conversation, she pointed out that she was Taylor's grandmother. I told her all the nice stuff Taylor does for me, how sweet she is, and she couldn't belive she was popular, (smart, talkative, why not?). It was wonderful. She talked of their personal time, her dancing skills, almost everything, until I had to go. I bid her farewell and walked out with my sister, noting how nice Taylor's grandma was, and how much she was like her grandaughter. I didn't think about it much. Later that day, I logged on Facebook and started to do my thing...when I saw Taylor sending me a message on chat. Now, she's nice to me and all, but we usually never, you know, just begin a chat with each other. I had completely forgotten talking with her grandmother by then, so I was baffled. She asked me what's up, and listened, and told me about her day...me, sitting in disbeleif that this was all happening. What had I done to deserve this? She then brought up her grandmother. What she said spasificly was something like this, "My grandma said that u told her about me...thanks. ur really nice." It clicked, and I felt totally awesome, because everything I had said about her was true, and it must have made her day. That will forever be stuck in my brain like other weird things that we won't get to in this post, because it is becoming so long. Well, then, goodnight to all!