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.