Bum-dy Dum-dy Doo...
I wish one day I was walking to school and all of a sudden I hear someone call my name. It's a deep cigar smoker voice. I don't know where it came from, so I just stand there. Then I see a bum, just sitting there, with a pretty expensive looking cigar in his hand. I go towards him and he asks me: "Woo ya like a know a secreh?". I go like: "Why yes, please tell me a secret smelly smoking bum who knows my name for some weird reason!". He leans closer, so close I can feel the heat of his thirty dollar cigar. "If you clap yoh han an shout Brapa, yoo can push peoples bah wihou touchin theh..." I clap my hands, shout Brapa, and the bum is instantly pushed onto the floor, his cigar flying some few feet away from him. He begins to disappear and is slowly replaced with sparkles. As he turns into sparkles, he says "As lonh as yoo belih, all yoh dreams wih come troo..."..........That would be awesome, but it's probably never gonna hapen...*sigh*...Oh, I'm supposed to write about my day in this journal...oh well.