Tony, Carrie, Jennifer, and I went to see High School Musical 3. We met Carrie’s friend Wyatt there. It was okay. I had fun. I didn’t really like the movie that much. It was really cheesy. I thought that I was going to kick some middle schoolers’ butts though. They were so annoying. They were screaming, cheering, making noise, etc. Then, at the end, they screamed, “Zac Efron is my future husband.”
I wrote a much longer entry about last night’s escapades, but it’s password protected. If you want the password, all you have to do is ask. I’ll probably give it to you.