This weekend I saw two birds flying around in the streets. Dad was driving. He hit one. It died. It turned out they were doves. In an instant the still living bird flew and sat beside its now dead mate. I cried, but not where anyone could see me.
Also, the day before I was complaining about never seeing an alive armidillo. That night, I saw one. I saw him hit my tire. The people behind me also saw it, and thought it was hilarious. One said, only it's leg was injured and that it was still alive after I hit it.
I hate driving.
On another note, I had fun this weekend. I went to the lake. I swam some, and rode in a boat. I talked with my cousins.
Nikki stayed with me from Friday-Sunday. We took these pictures.
Something exciting was on tv. It was a commerical for a R&B cd.
HAHAHA. Shut up.
I'M SO DELIRIOUSLY HAPPY.
You think this is another picture of Nikki, but actually it's me. Look in the mirror. Idiot.
R O B O T
LOOK AT ME!
I'M AN ELEPHANT!
Then we put on my jackets.
PSEUDO HARDCORE I THINK I SPELLED THAT WRONG
AND THE POWERS COMBINED[said in Cpt. Planet voice]
EQUALS
NIKIRXCORE
UNITE!!!