Slumber-party was a SUCCESS! We had snacks, sang karaoke (which I was AMAZING at), played games, gossiped (okay, that was mostly me, but they listened), and overall we had a good time. Then again, we had the party at the lighthouse and NOT at my parents house this time. Thankfully, Ms. Moynihan had had a full-fledged bathroom installed, which included a shower, which if NEIL BUZZMARTI had not been HOGGING it all morning nobody would have had to see my bedhead. The SHAME! THE SHAME!

I pounded on the bathroom door as I heard singing (was that a Nickel back song?) and I started to grow more and more agitated. The others had given up on trying to get him out of there, and had opted for playing more Apples to Apples while they waited. HOWEVER, I can't just be FORCED to wait for a third-grade shower! If I had to wait to take a shower, why couldn't it be a gorgeous bath and spa? BESIDES, my hair was not getting any more beautiful while I waited.

Finally, FINALLY I heard the shower turn off. I felt like cheering.. and crying.. mostly crying. So, as the others played more card games, I continued my wait. After a while of silence (which is odd for someone like Buzz) I heard a mumbled, "crap...where is...ugh.." More time passed with just silence filling the gaps. By now, the others had grown bored of playing and had heard this too. (Remember to tell Ms. Moynihan that the bathroom has too thin of walls.) I jumped a bit, when all of a sudden I heard Buzz yell out.. to.. me? "Hey Caruso! Do me a favor will ya?" Buzz yelled. I walked over to the door so he didn't have to scream whatever it was across the room, because what if it had been embarrassing? I'm such a good friend.

I listened to what Buzz had to say, and I had to say I got a bit of a kick out of it. Still, never to let someone have something THAT terrible happen to them when I could have helped, I walked over to my backpack, pulled something out, and brought it back to the bathroom where I handed it to Buzz through a crack in the door.

I watched the others in amusement as pure confusion was on every last person's face. I smiled to myself, and I thought, shaking my head, 'How could it be? That out of EVERYTHING... the fact that we both need HAIR GEL just to function would be

something we agree on?'