My day in a nutshell....usisng real people as animals...
Hello, this is Llama talking. I decided to write down my day in a nutshell, of course overly exaggerated and stuff like that. Well, here we go...
I woke up at about 6:30 with my mom screaming at me to come downstairs or I would 'get whooped.' Not wanting the vengeance of 'the whooping,' I quickly raced down. I had a milkshake that tasted the equivalent of cat urine trying to be disguised with a hint of vanilla and banana, not the best thing huh? After I choked that down a threw some clothes on and raced to the bus. The bus is loud, real loud. A kid once went deaf on the bus, and the only way to drown out the sound is to listen to music. Most everybody whips out their headphones the instant that bus moves, even though that stuff isn't allowed at school. I go to a school called Cedarcrest, and it kinda sucks; they run it like a prison. If you even breath it's like a four hour detention AFTER school, then you get expelled. On my way to my locker I ran into Ali the Armadillo, yeah an armadillo. We talked on the way to the band room. Okay, so I'm a band geek. GET OVER IT!!!! Well, I'm gonna skip a few hours and head to my 6th period, okay? Good....no complaints. In 6th period we play a retarded game called sideline soccer, and it's the most confusing game this side of cricket. You have four teams opposing each other, and no one knows which team is theirs so you accidentally score a goal for the other team in your own goal, then everybody hates you. Yeah, it's like that. Well, thankfully, that didn't happen to me. I simply scored in another team's goal, not my own. Joey the Sloth had worse luck. Well, after that I was pretty cheeses off. Well, to make a long story short I came home and typed away on my journal this strange and disturbing story. Well, I hope you all enjoy and know that I will be back on...uhh....Monday! Yeah, Monday. Until then, see ya!
~Llama
I woke up at about 6:30 with my mom screaming at me to come downstairs or I would 'get whooped.' Not wanting the vengeance of 'the whooping,' I quickly raced down. I had a milkshake that tasted the equivalent of cat urine trying to be disguised with a hint of vanilla and banana, not the best thing huh? After I choked that down a threw some clothes on and raced to the bus. The bus is loud, real loud. A kid once went deaf on the bus, and the only way to drown out the sound is to listen to music. Most everybody whips out their headphones the instant that bus moves, even though that stuff isn't allowed at school. I go to a school called Cedarcrest, and it kinda sucks; they run it like a prison. If you even breath it's like a four hour detention AFTER school, then you get expelled. On my way to my locker I ran into Ali the Armadillo, yeah an armadillo. We talked on the way to the band room. Okay, so I'm a band geek. GET OVER IT!!!! Well, I'm gonna skip a few hours and head to my 6th period, okay? Good....no complaints. In 6th period we play a retarded game called sideline soccer, and it's the most confusing game this side of cricket. You have four teams opposing each other, and no one knows which team is theirs so you accidentally score a goal for the other team in your own goal, then everybody hates you. Yeah, it's like that. Well, thankfully, that didn't happen to me. I simply scored in another team's goal, not my own. Joey the Sloth had worse luck. Well, after that I was pretty cheeses off. Well, to make a long story short I came home and typed away on my journal this strange and disturbing story. Well, I hope you all enjoy and know that I will be back on...uhh....Monday! Yeah, Monday. Until then, see ya!
~Llama