This is the start of something good, don't you agree?
T9 days until D.C.!
::gets up & dances on chair::
So, here is the promised story...
Once, there was a human being of the male species. He was 11 years old. His name was Samuel (which, by the way, just happens to be my favorite boy's name, EVER.) He was at the stage where girls had started to get rid of 'cooties', but not completely, and they were starting to look 'cute'. He had the hots for this girl named Alex (short for Alexandra.) He finally worked up the guts to ask her out. However, since he was so young, he decided to have his best friend, Jackson, to ask him for her. He got her roses, and wrote a note in it, "Alex, you're the most prettyest girl I've ever met. Will you go out with me?" Jackson gave it to her, but she said no, because she didn't look at Samuel like that. Years passed, and the two had many lovers, yet never each other. When the two were 17, Samuel had another girl, Lindsey. Alex, however, was single. Samuel & Lindsey were not very serious, but more of a school fling. Alex, sitting one day, remembered sweet Samuel & his roses. She found the card he had written, giggled over his "most prettyest", and decided she kind of wished she had said yes to Samuel. Regretting the choice, she went to school the next day & hunted him down. She found out everything there was to know about him, from almost every person in the school. Then they ended up falling in love and living happily ever after, the end.
I despise that story. That's probably the worst story I've ever written. The only reason I'm even keeping it in here is to being you all some humor in your days, to brighten it up. Really, how horrible. Can you tell I just wanted to get it over with? Well, yeah, I did.
This week was the worst week, ever.
And now I think I'm sick. Joy of joys.
I have track this week. And some Chamber Singer preperation thing. And I'm skipping a meet for it, so it better be damn good. If I don't get in, I suppose I'll cry. I also have a freakin' pyhsical tomorrow. If I get any shots, I might cry. Or just insist my Mother takes me out to ice cream after, seeing as Beal's is right across the street from Doc's office. Crap, and I have voice, and I really don't feel like going. Thankfully, it's on Wednesday, so I have time to practice, which I really need.
Wow, I'm such a complainer.
Sorry.
I'll end this on a happy note.
I just need to think of something happy.
Anything will do...
Uhhhh...
Hmm, well, I got two jackets for twenty dollars today, once is Nike and one is Adidas, but they're both rockin' and I heart them.
There, I'm satisfied.
Happy Mother's Day, suckaaaaaaa.
Peabodies, out.
::gets up & dances on chair::
So, here is the promised story...
Once, there was a human being of the male species. He was 11 years old. His name was Samuel (which, by the way, just happens to be my favorite boy's name, EVER.) He was at the stage where girls had started to get rid of 'cooties', but not completely, and they were starting to look 'cute'. He had the hots for this girl named Alex (short for Alexandra.) He finally worked up the guts to ask her out. However, since he was so young, he decided to have his best friend, Jackson, to ask him for her. He got her roses, and wrote a note in it, "Alex, you're the most prettyest girl I've ever met. Will you go out with me?" Jackson gave it to her, but she said no, because she didn't look at Samuel like that. Years passed, and the two had many lovers, yet never each other. When the two were 17, Samuel had another girl, Lindsey. Alex, however, was single. Samuel & Lindsey were not very serious, but more of a school fling. Alex, sitting one day, remembered sweet Samuel & his roses. She found the card he had written, giggled over his "most prettyest", and decided she kind of wished she had said yes to Samuel. Regretting the choice, she went to school the next day & hunted him down. She found out everything there was to know about him, from almost every person in the school. Then they ended up falling in love and living happily ever after, the end.
I despise that story. That's probably the worst story I've ever written. The only reason I'm even keeping it in here is to being you all some humor in your days, to brighten it up. Really, how horrible. Can you tell I just wanted to get it over with? Well, yeah, I did.
This week was the worst week, ever.
And now I think I'm sick. Joy of joys.
I have track this week. And some Chamber Singer preperation thing. And I'm skipping a meet for it, so it better be damn good. If I don't get in, I suppose I'll cry. I also have a freakin' pyhsical tomorrow. If I get any shots, I might cry. Or just insist my Mother takes me out to ice cream after, seeing as Beal's is right across the street from Doc's office. Crap, and I have voice, and I really don't feel like going. Thankfully, it's on Wednesday, so I have time to practice, which I really need.
Wow, I'm such a complainer.
Sorry.
I'll end this on a happy note.
I just need to think of something happy.
Anything will do...
Uhhhh...
Hmm, well, I got two jackets for twenty dollars today, once is Nike and one is Adidas, but they're both rockin' and I heart them.
There, I'm satisfied.
Happy Mother's Day, suckaaaaaaa.
Peabodies, out.