You're Wasting Your Time...

Ok, I may have been a little slack in the area of updates, so I decided I would force myself to come up with something. BUT, I really have nothing to say, and therefore nothing that appears in this entry may be held against me. Here we go:

Yesterday my friend Franco and I were walking around Richmond, and we decided to go to the Petro. I opened the door for him, so he got in first. Immediately upon entering, Frank [I'm allowed to call him that] grabbed my arm and pulled me around the corner outside. I was a little surprised, as Franco comes from a place where pulling is illegal, and so I knew this must be serious. After catching his breath, Frank told me that there was a celebrity inside. I admit, it is not irregular to see a celebrity inside the Richmond Petro, but I was pretty pumped nonetheless. Franco told me that when he was in the Petro he saw JoJo, the famous someteen year old pop star! I pretty much passed out right then and there. Luckily, I managed to remain conscious long enough to run home and grab my camera and autograph book, and ran back to the Petro before she had left. Franco and I had made a plan: he would distract her while I took eleven pictures, and then when she was all dizzy from the flash I would ask her for her autograph.
Unfortunately I overshot, and took twelve pictures. Just as unfortunate: Jojo is allergic to cameras. So Franco called an ambulance and I got some chips and the three of us rode in the back of the ambulance together [we told the paramedics we were her parents]. Anyways, when we got to the hospital a specialist told us that the only cure for her condition was rain, but I had a plan. Frank wheeled Jojo outside, I did a rain dance, and of course it worked. Jojo regained consciousness as I was just finishing up, and since my moves are sensational she asked me to be in her next music video. Sooo basically I'm famous and BFF with a superstar. All in a day's work.