Goodbye July

Summer is almost over; thus school begins. Joy.

Yipee!

Hurrah! Summer is finally here. Awesome. The play is over. School is over. Summer begins. I like to play sims. Bye.

Final Fail.

Get it? Haha. It's a pun. Because I failed my final. I still have a sense of humor. How comforting.

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Today was depressing. The end. Goodbye.

SDC: Sigh. Die. Cry. aka Silver Dollar City...JUST KIDDING!

So...guess what? Chicken butt. Not really. This morning we all headed down to BRANSON to have FUN FUN FUN in the SUN SUN SUN and do stuff. We rode stuff, ate foods, and saw Asians move their bodies and head bounce. It was GREAT GREAT GREAT. Then we rode Powder Keg! Yay. Best ride ever, seriously, I mean it. Then we were headed to the teacups when, BAM! The boys spotted some cheaply made stuffed animals and just HAD to get them. After that, it started "thundering" and they shut down all the rides. POO!! So we had to duck and cover. We still got soaked. Theo got a cinnamon roll. It was cinnamonny. Mmm. We also talked about preferences. I am cold. Brr.

Donuts. Science Fair.

Yesterday we were judged by the judges at science fair. I don't like certain a person that other people also don't like. That certain person has a name that shall not be mentioned in my blog post. The name starts with either an abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. Awkward silences. Mrs. Stroup is my favorite teacher. She brought in donuts to celebrate. I am eating a chocolate donut. It's like the one in Slaughterhouse 5. It is tasty. Nick is on facebook. He also didn't show up to science fair. I dislike lectures.

Emily Dickinson

We are reading selected poems by Emily Dickinson. Note the spelling of her last name. Dickinson. Think about it. You'll laugh. Or maybe not.

Springbreak

We're bored. When I say we're, I mean me and Sarah. Bye, loves. It's been nice. But the journey's over. Tomorrow, at the strike of noon I will die. JK! Teehee.

Shampoo Me.

I like to try new shampoos and conditioners...Problem is, I don't use equal amounts, so I have a billion half used shampoos lying around. Oh well. Brands I've tried... Loreal Kids (when I was young, ahh yes. Good times) John Freida (used the brunette one, hair companies discriminate against people with black hair) Herbal Essence (does not retain scent as well as it should) Pantene (smells good) Aussie (smelled nice, not too fond of the bottle) Giovanni ("natual" naturey, can be purchased at Walmart) Currently I am trying out Tresemme. Next on the list is Burt's Bees.

Sorry, February, you were just too short.

I missed the second month in 2010. Bummer. I love you = opposite of bummer. Today, in the elevator I called Joseph a doofus. Doofus is a funny word. Doofus, Doofus, Doofus. I think I'll name my child Doofus. Oh wait, I'm not having kids, never mind. Well, guess what? Chicken butt, that's what. My Birthday is soon. Like super soon. Like less than two weeks soon. Am I excited? In fact, I'm the opposite of excited. After 13 I realized time is running out. Each year adds on another percent of life wasted. Yes, I plan to die on my 100th birthday. It shall be grand.

Wanna know a secret? Me too.

Hello.

Today I slept in. It was nice. I took a shower. It was also nice. I ate some canned soup. It was not so nice. I went to Chinese. It was not nice either. Then I went to the mall with AJ, Theo, and Sarah. There were stupid people at the mall. This one lady had a big butt. It was ugly. It made me feel icky inside. We saw everything. We bought nothing. It rained a lot. We came home. I drank water. I ate cookie dough bites. I ate gold fish. I wrote on my blog. I am looking at Sarah face now. It is pretty. She is laughing. She has braces, not for long though. She is reading The Great Gatsby. It is a great book. My lips hurt. They are chapped. The skin is gone. Do you care? I thought not. Sarah doesn't. I have some homework I ought to do. Hmph. Homework=no fun. Sarah burped. It was nasty. It made go "ew" inside my head. She is laughing. She said, "Excuse me."

Time for a story!

Hi, folks. Let me tell you a story.

Once upon there was this Asian baby. That baby was me. It was Asian. Is was born in China and then got stolen by evil Americans. It now speaks English only. Fast-forward 14 years. This particular Asian (female) is sitting on the top row of BB at JQH at MSU. She is watching her first Harlem Globe Trotters game. She thinks it's a real, legit basket ball game. Little does she know it's all fake-o. The green team will never win, no matter how hard they try. The Asian is so sad and is moved to tears. She then proceeds to drowning in a puddle of coke.

The End.

Story time is over.