I feel pretty..I feel witty...
Happy Groundhog Day! Thanks to global warming, Puxacony Bill didn't see his shadow. This means summer is probably going to last for about five months now.
So I've been writing clues and stuff for my party with Sam. I wrote an awesome poem about Doug and it's hard to use words to measure its superiority. So I will let you read it yourself.
~The Awesome Poem About Doug~
Doug is great, we can’t relate, his kind is very rare.
But we can see how often he neglects to comb his hair.
Every morning, walking in, some insults he may earn.
Since falling down aside his face there grow two thick sideburns.
His hair’s a mess, but has impressed one certain lucky girl…
She looks with admiration as she gives her hair a twirl.
And during lunch, we guard our food. Dougzilla’s on the prowl!
He scouts the lunchroom, hungry, wearing on his face a scowl.
As he leaves, we slowly rise, with looks of worried fright.
One thing you can’t satisfy is Doug’s huge appetite.
The nachos, pizza, fries, and chips are scarfed down in mere seconds.
A few more years, and all my fears will come true, I sure reckon.
There’s gonna be starvation in cities everywhere.
And all because of one young kid with black, untidy hair.
So what is this, you might insist, that we are asking for?
Well, simply put, we have afoot, some challenges in store.
Look above the tree to see those bottles poking through.
Those you’ll find, in many kinds, are bottles of shampoo.
One container holds the key to open that large chest,
But you must pay a hefty price, are you up to the test?
So now I hope you’ll keep in mind what I have just said:
We should all give thanks to him for being our Mophead.
Now as he goes, we cheer him on! Remember one last thing:
That when it comes to messy hair, Doug’s certainly our king.
But Sam wrote it in her notebook and she showed Annie, who showed Nick, who broadcasted it to the rest of the world. So now Doug thinks that poem was insulting. And I am infuriated at Sam for leaking practically all our party information. Which means everyone will know what it's about two months earlier than they should. =( I don't even know what she was doing showing Annie. I am mad.
Today Hunan Lady called Mom and started talking to her about how her daughter wants to be a model. I started stuttering and then I was like, "What??" and then Mom was like, "Yeah, I know." Apparently, she's not eating like, anything (as usual) and thinks she needs to be skinny. But to be a model, you kinda also have to be tall. Mom told UHL that I'm not even tall enough to be a model, which is saying something (although I do have the looks and the skinniness). But UHL's daughter just...annoys me. She is so....aswoknfpl;asdksn;. Really.
Think it's a bad idea I invited Wei-wei to my party? I kind of let some stuff leak about it when I talked about it online and I don't want to sound mean. But he offered to scare Alex and Doug, along with the rest of the Red team, so I'm perfectly cool with that. The thing is, he sounds really racist. And he warned me that he doesn't like people. And he says that he needs KitKat bars. And chips. A KitKat bar sounds really good right now. I think I'll settle for a drumstick.
So I've been writing clues and stuff for my party with Sam. I wrote an awesome poem about Doug and it's hard to use words to measure its superiority. So I will let you read it yourself.
~The Awesome Poem About Doug~
Doug is great, we can’t relate, his kind is very rare.
But we can see how often he neglects to comb his hair.
Every morning, walking in, some insults he may earn.
Since falling down aside his face there grow two thick sideburns.
His hair’s a mess, but has impressed one certain lucky girl…
She looks with admiration as she gives her hair a twirl.
And during lunch, we guard our food. Dougzilla’s on the prowl!
He scouts the lunchroom, hungry, wearing on his face a scowl.
As he leaves, we slowly rise, with looks of worried fright.
One thing you can’t satisfy is Doug’s huge appetite.
The nachos, pizza, fries, and chips are scarfed down in mere seconds.
A few more years, and all my fears will come true, I sure reckon.
There’s gonna be starvation in cities everywhere.
And all because of one young kid with black, untidy hair.
So what is this, you might insist, that we are asking for?
Well, simply put, we have afoot, some challenges in store.
Look above the tree to see those bottles poking through.
Those you’ll find, in many kinds, are bottles of shampoo.
One container holds the key to open that large chest,
But you must pay a hefty price, are you up to the test?
So now I hope you’ll keep in mind what I have just said:
We should all give thanks to him for being our Mophead.
Now as he goes, we cheer him on! Remember one last thing:
That when it comes to messy hair, Doug’s certainly our king.
But Sam wrote it in her notebook and she showed Annie, who showed Nick, who broadcasted it to the rest of the world. So now Doug thinks that poem was insulting. And I am infuriated at Sam for leaking practically all our party information. Which means everyone will know what it's about two months earlier than they should. =( I don't even know what she was doing showing Annie. I am mad.
Today Hunan Lady called Mom and started talking to her about how her daughter wants to be a model. I started stuttering and then I was like, "What??" and then Mom was like, "Yeah, I know." Apparently, she's not eating like, anything (as usual) and thinks she needs to be skinny. But to be a model, you kinda also have to be tall. Mom told UHL that I'm not even tall enough to be a model, which is saying something (although I do have the looks and the skinniness). But UHL's daughter just...annoys me. She is so....aswoknfpl;asdksn;. Really.
Think it's a bad idea I invited Wei-wei to my party? I kind of let some stuff leak about it when I talked about it online and I don't want to sound mean. But he offered to scare Alex and Doug, along with the rest of the Red team, so I'm perfectly cool with that. The thing is, he sounds really racist. And he warned me that he doesn't like people. And he says that he needs KitKat bars. And chips. A KitKat bar sounds really good right now. I think I'll settle for a drumstick.