When We Gonna Make It Work?

Guess what time it is, kiddies? It's time for "guess which song the title is a lyric of?"
Actually, no. It's time to divulge the latest happenings of my life, which include a mad move, a freaky english project and, yes, a red herring.
Minus the red herring part. I lied.
Anyway: short news first. The aforementioned wierd old couple (remember Jenny and Rob?) are movin' out. I guess this neighborhood won't ever be the same again--but then, that might be a good thing. At least now that they're moving, they've taken down the bag of Tostitos from the top of their frigidaire, a frigidaire which our entire family could see from our kitchen nook window. Geez, those Tostitos must have been there for months.
Second news: I have one new english project and two new hates. The two hates are
1) balsa wood
2) super glue
This english project involves building a mini-set for a play we read, out of materials such as balsa wood, super glue and card board. Card board, besides the fact that it could be cement for all that my scissors do to it when trying to cut, is okay. Balsa wood is not. Super glue tastes bad (I'll get to that later). And I am a stupid person. A real spaz.
The first stupid thing I did last night when constructing mini-furniture for my mini-stage was to paint a bunch of the pieces and then try to glue them together with Superglue while the paint was drying. Quickly discovered that this yields bad results. Second stupid thing I did was to glue the pieces first, then try to paint them while the Superglue was drying. Yielded results along the lines of "balsa wood falls apart in 8th grader's hands". The third stupid thing I did, after I had frustratedly ripped apart the offending pieces of balsa wood, was to try and lazily cut out new wood pieces with my sewing scissors. The wood fractured. Had to use more and more Superglue, and after an hour of constructing a mini-counter the glue was diminishing.

Here comes the low point, folks. I eventually used so much Superglue that my hands were caked with the dried stuff and I couldn't squeeze another drop onto another balsa wood shard. My severely spastic brain reasoned that maybe biting the bottom of the bottle of Superglue would coax some more drops out. Well, in a sense it did. As my teeth made contact with the bottom and clenched down on the plastic, which was made brittle by layers of glue, the bottle cracked and I realized my mouth was suddenly full of Superglue.

I was only lucky that my lips weren't glued shut, so I could go up to the bathroom and wash out my mouth. As I reminiscently run my tongue over my molars, remembering last night's fiasco, I wonder if I'm just imagining a crust of glue still sticking to the enamel. I'm certainly not imagining the layer of glue which remains on my fingertips.

Now I must leave you. I have a new bottle of Superglue and I have to finish my english project. Pray for me! And TFATF!!!
-Ahaneen (who has suddenly forgotten which song the title of this post comes from actually, will someone who knows remind me???)