I exited the deviantART tab after finally updating with UNO picture, but when I looked down at my shirt (technically I was looking down to continue reading my economics book), I decided I wasn't done with DA for tonight. I wanted to brag about my shirt more.

Lemme go into story mode...

Every morning I wake up at like 5 AM, take a shower, dry my hair, get dressed, and go back to sleep for about forty minutes before leaving for school. I don't know why, but I do. I like my sleep. Anyway... Last weekend, my mom came home from shopping and showed me a shirt she bought. It was for me, and was black with grungy green letters that read: "The ZOMBIES are looking for BRAINS. Don't worry, you're safe" (capped letters to emphasize the bigger font thar). I loved it.

The next day I wore just a random T-shirt and, during art, looked at the guy painting a picture with a zombie hand coming from the ground with "ZOMBIES" written below it underground with blood as the letter part's background behind me and told him, "You know, I have a shirt I bet you'd like."

So today I wore it. This morning, when I went to take a...um...morning nap, I realized that the shirt glowed. Yes. It glowed. I was ecstatic. So I made sure to cover it up with my blanket because sleeping with green letters kinda glowing in my face is weird and after I woke up, I rushed to show my mom before she left for work. She was trying to get a drink of water or something when I shouted, "Waitwaitwait" for no apparent reason, turned off the kitchen lights, and turned towards her. I'm pretty sure I said, "LOOK, LOOK, MOM, I GLOW IN THE DARK!"

She laughed at me. I was happy. I went to school in a good mood for once until I got to second period... Dear goodness, Mrs. Hudson is one teacher I do NOT like. If I ever rant about why, it won't be now... She's just rude. And not just to us (her "pupils"). Anyway, fourth period cheered me up again because we made cookies (food/nutrition class). So when art, seventh period, rolled around I showed the dude my shirt and he gave me a high-five. He digged it, too. 8D

Eighteen is totally not too old to still be excited about glow-in-the-dark shirts...RIGHT?