If you have Starburst wrappers, please give them to me!! O:
I have been instructed by O! Pooki of Knowledge! that I am to post these things, even though they were long ago. So, here I am, posting to make the Wise! and Knowledgable! happy.
In chronological order from longest ago to most recent:
One day, in English class, Miss Clothier decided that the lit circles should write translations of certain passages of text from Romeo and Juliet. Jessiqua's and I's group sucked and did no help except to doubt if they spoke English back in the 1500s, so once we had finished, we got bored and fooled around with our dialogue. We decided to change ours to gangstah speak, which consisted of Jessiqua being all-knowledgable and Diana sceaming "YO!" every now and then. Jessiqua was Romeo and Diana was Juliet.
NOTE: Please insert strange hand-motions and have Diana standing on the desk.
ROMEO: I got here by love, and your parents can't keep me out, dogg.
JULIET: If they see you you'll be dead in da hood, yo.
ROMEO: I'm more scared of yo lovin' me than gettin' in a G-Brawl, yo.
JULIET: I hope they don't catch you.
ROMEO: I would rather die knowing my boo loves me than stayin' away. Plus, it's dark up in dis hood.
JULIET: Who told you where I chill in dis ghetto?
ROMEO: They pimped my ride wit' LOVE.
JULIET: You better really love me, or it's ovah. Am I a straight-up skank? If I am, I'll play hard-to-git. Do you love me, yo? 'Cuz I love you, dawg.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I really don't grasp how to speak gangstah, only English and sometimes French and Fake Spanish...
Since I am now being threatened by my mother, I must go shortly, so I will quickly tell about the exciting times of Dance Class!!
Jessiqua and I were taking dance lessons together, and it is fantastique! I desperately love to ballroom dance (I'm lookingg for a new partner, if anyone would like to fill the position, just let me know, and soon, please!!). Don and Dee (our dance instructors) are amazing dancers AND amazing people! I love them to death! Anyway, we've learned a bunch of really nifty dances (foxtrot, tango, swing, rumba, waltz, and samba). There are a bunch of crazy people in the class. There's this yuppy Asian couple, the guy always wears track suits and jogging sneakers and the girl is always in high-class fashion and strappy heels. Then, there's the crazy man who hates Jessiqua and I and who has a ferocious face. He spends the whole time glaring at us.
One time, when Jessiqua and I went tango dancing, a crazy man asked us to dance. So, we ran away. Then, I finally got the courage to tell him that I'd dance with him (I actually felt bad because we were dancing and we danced past him and I called him "The Crazy Man" and he gave me a confused grin). That was strange. He was okay, but supposedly he's REALLY TERRIBLE and likes to PRETEND that he's good, but he's really not. I couldn't really tell the difference because I started tango-ing the night before. It was funny though because Dee talked with Jessiqua during those two dances that I was away and she talked about how proud she was of me. O.O
Anyway, there's also this crazy Italain man. Seriously, he is my best friend. We were learning this one step and he exclaimed, "Voila!" because he could do it. He is a terrible dancer, but still, he is my best friend. Last Friday, we were learning how to samba, and he kept going off the beat and opposite the ENTIRE REST OF THE CLASS. He couldn't do it at all. He's nuts. I've never actually talked to him, but he's my best friend. O:
My sister's hair looks awesome. Tell her, because it is truly amazing. And she lost her driver's license. Which sucks. So, compliment her hair. :D
EDIT: She just found her license. But, through all of this commotion, the hair looks jsut as amazing as ever. So, compliment it and eat lots of Starbursts. I'll love you if you do! :)
In chronological order from longest ago to most recent:
One day, in English class, Miss Clothier decided that the lit circles should write translations of certain passages of text from Romeo and Juliet. Jessiqua's and I's group sucked and did no help except to doubt if they spoke English back in the 1500s, so once we had finished, we got bored and fooled around with our dialogue. We decided to change ours to gangstah speak, which consisted of Jessiqua being all-knowledgable and Diana sceaming "YO!" every now and then. Jessiqua was Romeo and Diana was Juliet.
NOTE: Please insert strange hand-motions and have Diana standing on the desk.
ROMEO: I got here by love, and your parents can't keep me out, dogg.
JULIET: If they see you you'll be dead in da hood, yo.
ROMEO: I'm more scared of yo lovin' me than gettin' in a G-Brawl, yo.
JULIET: I hope they don't catch you.
ROMEO: I would rather die knowing my boo loves me than stayin' away. Plus, it's dark up in dis hood.
JULIET: Who told you where I chill in dis ghetto?
ROMEO: They pimped my ride wit' LOVE.
JULIET: You better really love me, or it's ovah. Am I a straight-up skank? If I am, I'll play hard-to-git. Do you love me, yo? 'Cuz I love you, dawg.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I really don't grasp how to speak gangstah, only English and sometimes French and Fake Spanish...
Since I am now being threatened by my mother, I must go shortly, so I will quickly tell about the exciting times of Dance Class!!
Jessiqua and I were taking dance lessons together, and it is fantastique! I desperately love to ballroom dance (I'm lookingg for a new partner, if anyone would like to fill the position, just let me know, and soon, please!!). Don and Dee (our dance instructors) are amazing dancers AND amazing people! I love them to death! Anyway, we've learned a bunch of really nifty dances (foxtrot, tango, swing, rumba, waltz, and samba). There are a bunch of crazy people in the class. There's this yuppy Asian couple, the guy always wears track suits and jogging sneakers and the girl is always in high-class fashion and strappy heels. Then, there's the crazy man who hates Jessiqua and I and who has a ferocious face. He spends the whole time glaring at us.
One time, when Jessiqua and I went tango dancing, a crazy man asked us to dance. So, we ran away. Then, I finally got the courage to tell him that I'd dance with him (I actually felt bad because we were dancing and we danced past him and I called him "The Crazy Man" and he gave me a confused grin). That was strange. He was okay, but supposedly he's REALLY TERRIBLE and likes to PRETEND that he's good, but he's really not. I couldn't really tell the difference because I started tango-ing the night before. It was funny though because Dee talked with Jessiqua during those two dances that I was away and she talked about how proud she was of me. O.O
Anyway, there's also this crazy Italain man. Seriously, he is my best friend. We were learning this one step and he exclaimed, "Voila!" because he could do it. He is a terrible dancer, but still, he is my best friend. Last Friday, we were learning how to samba, and he kept going off the beat and opposite the ENTIRE REST OF THE CLASS. He couldn't do it at all. He's nuts. I've never actually talked to him, but he's my best friend. O:
My sister's hair looks awesome. Tell her, because it is truly amazing. And she lost her driver's license. Which sucks. So, compliment her hair. :D
EDIT: She just found her license. But, through all of this commotion, the hair looks jsut as amazing as ever. So, compliment it and eat lots of Starbursts. I'll love you if you do! :)