Let my eyes see everything and nothing in their time
I am putting an end to my attempt at staying off the internet. BORING.
Today I got MAIL. I never get mail. It is very exciting. It was from my GRANDMA who is NOT DEAD. Unlike Gran-who-I-am-named-after-who-is-dead. She sent me MONIES. For no reason other than that is what grandmas do, apparently. She also sent me a very pretty silk scarf. I don't have anything to wear with it, but it is GORGEOUS and WHITE and SOFT.
Aside from that, CHEERCAMP this weekend! Do we call it cheercamp? I don't know. OH MY GOD GUYS WHY AM I EVEN A CHEERLEADER XD
Don't you all miss when I talked a lot like this? Anyway.
I had Conversations with Mommy last night. It was....horrible. But also awesome. And now we are On The Same Page (PS. Donna she is apparently making....jam. Or something. It looks gross and fruity and is in pots. She wants to know if you want some.)
Whaaaaaaat else can I say to you all. Hrm.
My boy is very nice and bought me shiny things for no reason and is pretty much just spoiling me entirely rotten. If I start smelling like I am spoiled, blame him.
I ran a whole extra mile today! And it didn't hurt! I am like...a marathoner! \o/ Pertty much I'm awesome and in better shap than...anyone I ever know including those marines I met one time. Marines are hot. I'm just saying. I was, like, ten. But I remember them and they were hot. Not at the time but now that I realise that boys can be hot.
I am less spazzy-flaily about being in Conversations with the crazy Africa-boy. He's very nice. And...okay dorky. XD A good distraction from problems at least! We are, like, mask twins. The end.
No really. The end. I ran out of things to say.
Today I got MAIL. I never get mail. It is very exciting. It was from my GRANDMA who is NOT DEAD. Unlike Gran-who-I-am-named-after-who-is-dead. She sent me MONIES. For no reason other than that is what grandmas do, apparently. She also sent me a very pretty silk scarf. I don't have anything to wear with it, but it is GORGEOUS and WHITE and SOFT.
Aside from that, CHEERCAMP this weekend! Do we call it cheercamp? I don't know. OH MY GOD GUYS WHY AM I EVEN A CHEERLEADER XD
Don't you all miss when I talked a lot like this? Anyway.
I had Conversations with Mommy last night. It was....horrible. But also awesome. And now we are On The Same Page (PS. Donna she is apparently making....jam. Or something. It looks gross and fruity and is in pots. She wants to know if you want some.)
Whaaaaaaat else can I say to you all. Hrm.
My boy is very nice and bought me shiny things for no reason and is pretty much just spoiling me entirely rotten. If I start smelling like I am spoiled, blame him.
I ran a whole extra mile today! And it didn't hurt! I am like...a marathoner! \o/ Pertty much I'm awesome and in better shap than...anyone I ever know including those marines I met one time. Marines are hot. I'm just saying. I was, like, ten. But I remember them and they were hot. Not at the time but now that I realise that boys can be hot.
I am less spazzy-flaily about being in Conversations with the crazy Africa-boy. He's very nice. And...okay dorky. XD A good distraction from problems at least! We are, like, mask twins. The end.
No really. The end. I ran out of things to say.