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Sorry to disappoint you all, i know you've been waiting for my next update, so here it is. I was thinking I'd start updating about everyday or so. But some things changed, situations were unanouncedly complicated, and life happened. What's that one guy's law? Anything what can go wrong, will? Smart man.
But anyways, I didn't feel like making a big deal about some wild guesses I had. A theory isn't worth telling the whole known world about. It's just some stuff I've noticed, is all. Just my suspicious thoughts, just some unusual activity, just a bit of...not even sure what it is aside from a thought. It's something that people dont need to know about, but that they might find interesting. I'll not go spilling my guts, but I'll answer questions. Maybe, depends on the questions. It's something I feel I should deal with, something that the masses opinion has nothing to do with. Just my own, and someone else's.
So many thing have happened between this post and the last, little thing, big things, small ripples, large effects. I spilled stain down my front during the first set met. Everywhere, my shirt was drenched, and it smelled. The lid had been opened already, and Stryuke told us to shake then up very well. So I did. And the lid popped open. And we discovered before that is was a really nasty green-used-to-be-brown wood stain stuff. And that's the one I got all over myself. Brilliant.
I went on a hounted hay ride with some Germans. My family was going up to Grand Geneva, and Marissa's family, Marlen, and someother family with Germans wanted to come along. We swam for a bit, went down a slide, fell off some logs, and had a basketball game. It started off friendly, but it got serious fast. I accidentaly hit some fingertips and I think I hit Marlen's nose with the heel of my palm. I felt bad, but she said I didn't. I used to be a point guard, so blocking at all costs is kind of what I was taught. Ha ha, imagine that. JennaP, a basketball player! But it's true. And I was pretty good at point guard, which is stealing the ball and preventing the other team from scoring. I would have called it shot guard, to guard against shots, but point guard implys that I guard agianst the oponen'ts points which also works, tho not as well.
I'm off to bed, my mom has worn me out and I want about 9-10 hours of sleep tonight. Ta ta, or rather Dovijenya! (That's how it sounds, it's Croatian for Hasta luego, which is Spanish for see you later, both literaly. I feel smart in languages.)
But anyways, I didn't feel like making a big deal about some wild guesses I had. A theory isn't worth telling the whole known world about. It's just some stuff I've noticed, is all. Just my suspicious thoughts, just some unusual activity, just a bit of...not even sure what it is aside from a thought. It's something that people dont need to know about, but that they might find interesting. I'll not go spilling my guts, but I'll answer questions. Maybe, depends on the questions. It's something I feel I should deal with, something that the masses opinion has nothing to do with. Just my own, and someone else's.
So many thing have happened between this post and the last, little thing, big things, small ripples, large effects. I spilled stain down my front during the first set met. Everywhere, my shirt was drenched, and it smelled. The lid had been opened already, and Stryuke told us to shake then up very well. So I did. And the lid popped open. And we discovered before that is was a really nasty green-used-to-be-brown wood stain stuff. And that's the one I got all over myself. Brilliant.
I went on a hounted hay ride with some Germans. My family was going up to Grand Geneva, and Marissa's family, Marlen, and someother family with Germans wanted to come along. We swam for a bit, went down a slide, fell off some logs, and had a basketball game. It started off friendly, but it got serious fast. I accidentaly hit some fingertips and I think I hit Marlen's nose with the heel of my palm. I felt bad, but she said I didn't. I used to be a point guard, so blocking at all costs is kind of what I was taught. Ha ha, imagine that. JennaP, a basketball player! But it's true. And I was pretty good at point guard, which is stealing the ball and preventing the other team from scoring. I would have called it shot guard, to guard against shots, but point guard implys that I guard agianst the oponen'ts points which also works, tho not as well.
I'm off to bed, my mom has worn me out and I want about 9-10 hours of sleep tonight. Ta ta, or rather Dovijenya! (That's how it sounds, it's Croatian for Hasta luego, which is Spanish for see you later, both literaly. I feel smart in languages.)