Also, today could have been a potentially horrid day. I walk into the school and the floor is wet and grimy from the snow outside. I slip and fall on my arse. Luckily it wasn't embarrassing. Then I have to write an essay in Modern World History about an impossible prompt given to us, but it actually went rather smoothly. The rest of my day was fine. So it wasn't a bad day. It was probably because right before I started writing the essay I said a loud "This is going to be the worst day of my life", and by saying that, it wasn't. Excellllent! Also, my mom got me a fake little birdie and a note that said "Roses are red, violets are blue, how was your day? Was it sweet like you?"
Hahahahaha
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Dreaaaaam dream dream dream
I'm never bored, because there is always something to do, and I'm doing it. Or at school, I daydream to pass the time and it keeps me so entertained.
How long has this been going on?
My favorite time of the day might be when I'm asleep because sometimes I have the loveliest, strangest dreams and I love the concept that no one can see them but me, and no one can make movies based on them or write books about them, except me. And they're mine.
How long has this been going on?
My favorite time of the day might be when I'm asleep because sometimes I have the loveliest, strangest dreams and I love the concept that no one can see them but me, and no one can make movies based on them or write books about them, except me. And they're mine.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
The entirety of our conversation
Cheetahs, write what I say.
They have spots.
They run "real" fast.
They're printed all over my tops.
Chasing them is such a blast.
Cheetahs all day say 'Hay'
That's it. NO!
-Brittany
Today little ten-year-olds texted eachother.
I also saw Seaweed, so I sang, "The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I could say it ain't so, but darlin', what's the use? The darker the chocolate, the richer the taste. That's where it's at. Now run and tell that."
Let the cat out, please. Or I'll die.
Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get a kitty.
Or a dog!
CAN YOU PLEASE LET THE CAT OUT?
Thanks. Did I ever tell you about how I killed a mealworm with lemon juice? Did you really? You already knew that, sugarlips. Well, well, well. Today I saw a squirrel, and I said, "Lookit that FAT squirrel." It really wasn't large, but that is from a book,I think it's from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry. So I always say it when I see a squirrel, corpulent or not.
"I am trite and as gay as a daisy in May, a cliche coming true. I am bromidic and bright as a moon-happy night pouring light on the dew."
She contributed about 10 words to this whole thing, sugarlips included. That makes 22. Huh?
You should have just seen us trying to retrieve our Myspace pages. Never again.
Maharishi and Rafiki and Rasputin.
The Beatles, Simba, and Anastasia are my associations with those names.
Brittany's associations are marshmellow, lioness, and mouses with big noses. Nosies.
Seriously, we got to GO be studious and look through thick books about colegios. Peace out lava lamp. Stop being abrupt, that's all you ever do when you say your good-byes. It pisses me the hell off. I'm not changing "hell" to "duck", you BIT- lol at that. I tried to type the CH but some virus scans stopped me, which could be a metaphor for my conscience. I don't think I can pronounce conscience. I say it like "CON-SCIENCE", how it is spelled. I know it's not 'constance' Constantine.
You're keeping me from my studies.
They have spots.
They run "real" fast.
They're printed all over my tops.
Chasing them is such a blast.
Cheetahs all day say 'Hay'
That's it. NO!
-Brittany
Today little ten-year-olds texted eachother.
I also saw Seaweed, so I sang, "The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I could say it ain't so, but darlin', what's the use? The darker the chocolate, the richer the taste. That's where it's at. Now run and tell that."
Let the cat out, please. Or I'll die.
Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get a kitty.
Or a dog!
CAN YOU PLEASE LET THE CAT OUT?
Thanks. Did I ever tell you about how I killed a mealworm with lemon juice? Did you really? You already knew that, sugarlips. Well, well, well. Today I saw a squirrel, and I said, "Lookit that FAT squirrel." It really wasn't large, but that is from a book,I think it's from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry. So I always say it when I see a squirrel, corpulent or not.
"I am trite and as gay as a daisy in May, a cliche coming true. I am bromidic and bright as a moon-happy night pouring light on the dew."
She contributed about 10 words to this whole thing, sugarlips included. That makes 22. Huh?
You should have just seen us trying to retrieve our Myspace pages. Never again.
Maharishi and Rafiki and Rasputin.
The Beatles, Simba, and Anastasia are my associations with those names.
Brittany's associations are marshmellow, lioness, and mouses with big noses. Nosies.
Seriously, we got to GO be studious and look through thick books about colegios. Peace out lava lamp. Stop being abrupt, that's all you ever do when you say your good-byes. It pisses me the hell off. I'm not changing "hell" to "duck", you BIT- lol at that. I tried to type the CH but some virus scans stopped me, which could be a metaphor for my conscience. I don't think I can pronounce conscience. I say it like "CON-SCIENCE", how it is spelled. I know it's not 'constance' Constantine.
You're keeping me from my studies.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Snozzberries
You should never doubt what no one is sure about.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
We are the music makers, we are the dreamers of dreams.
Willy Wonka might be my favorite fictional character.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
We are the music makers, we are the dreamers of dreams.
Willy Wonka might be my favorite fictional character.
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