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.

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.

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.

I want it now!

This is a story written by myself and....Brittany



Once upon a Geary there lived a rare maiden who lived a sugar sweet life. Her name was Brittle Bunk and she had a heart of steel and a head of gold. She lived in a stone castle made of twigs. One day, while she was in the top tower, she grabbed her feather quill and started to scrawl upon a slice of parchment. "To Whom May be Concerned," she wrote,

"I am living in shambles and being suffocated by my deceased parents. Someone please help. I am in the stone tower of twigs."


The end. Can't even finish.

'Tis the season to be jolly and joyous.

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Nothing is getting done. My room reflects many other aspects in my life.

Nothing is getting done.

My room has been a mess for two years now

if you know what I mean.

If I can wait.

I saw three ships come sailing in this morning the sky was a rosy red, not blood-red because that would would mean something's coming, something good, down the street on a beach under a tree tops white with frost on the ice queen's lips that the girl pressed on the horse's velvet nose because she understood the frizzled whip cream on strawberries so red almost blood-red which means something's coming