Wedding Crasher Turned Cheerleader Turned Baby Spit Towel?

Before I tell you about the past couple days, and how the title of this post is actually relevant, I am just gonna say something. I am typing on an Arabic computer and it's gonna do what it wants to do. It's kind of hard to explain but the end of my paragraphs will not have a period. That will bother me,but that's just what's gonna happen

Tayyib. So, yesterday Nadia's sister comes over with her daughter and Nadia's sister's daughter, , Amira, has a baby. And sometimes I'm like "ooh, a baby", and other times I can be like "ew, a baby". But this time I was like "Yessss. The baby won't understand anything anybody is saying either!"

So yeah, they come over and I was gonna sit around in my pjs, playing with the baby, eating chicken. But then Amira is like "Corie you want to come to a party with me?" And AFS has this thing about not saying no so I say "...sure". Then I change and we go. Turns out. It's not a party... It's a wedding. I am officially kind of a wedding crasher

The wedding was mostly people I don't know, speaking a language I don't know and me trying not to piss anybody off with my presence. And also, trying not to trip over my dress. And then they bring out food. Meat, french fries, rice and basically chicken nuggets. Then, these guys come out carrying flaming swords. I wish I had taken a picture. Then the bride and groom come out on this spinning stage and cut the cake. This ceremony was the only song that wasn't in Arabic. It was Pitbull, and it was in Spanish

Then one of Amira's friends comes over and asks me if I know how to dance. I say no, because let's be honest... my mother is white. But she takes me over anyway. I think it would be wise to tell you by this point I was avoiding the bride, groom, and any camera not on a phone, as to not tarnish their memories with my being there. But all that goes down hill when I get dragged to the middle of the dance floor to dance with the bride, whose name I still don't know. Then, I didn't even have a fork to eat the cake with

So yeah, that happened. Congratulations, couple I don't know. May your lives be full of love and joy

Then I go to bed. This morning during breakfast, Nadia hands me the phone. On the phone is someone from AFS saying hey, we're gonna get you in an hour for a kind of party

It takes a good hour, I'm guessing, to get there and when I do I sit there, I eat, and that's it. Apparently, they have some soccer something and people are gonna be cheerleaders and then they put on music and dance. Then once again I am pulled up to learn how to dance. And this was the second time I was told I was good. (Take that white girl genes). Then I show them an American move that I don't know the name of and don't know how to explain and everyone applauds and I'm thoroughly embarrassed

When I get home, I play with the baby. Couple questions: Why are babies so stupid and fat? And why do they spit so much? He spit on my clothes and put my card reader in his mouth

Now that me and all my everything is covered in baby spit I bid you adieu with some pictures because I am beautiful. and I have nothing else to say and pictures is like another thousand words per picture

Okay, random thoughts

I got my uniforms yesterday... and let's just say if anyone likes anyone at this school it's definitely about personality. You'll see on the first day

Not being in the U.S. I didn't even realize today was 9/11... oops

And there are not one, but three videos of me dancing and if you want to see them too bad. The only way you'll see them is if you are somehow responsible for my existence, or if my blog gets super famous, which it won't so yeah

 Learn something today

Byeeeeee

.Corie