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Today is Gina's birthday. Happy birthday, Gina!
My mother said that if I remove my septum piercing that she will spend $100 on me. I am clearly getting the better end of the bargain: I was planning on removing the piercing and it only cost me $50. My mother says that I am unreasonable, I say that I am a mastermind.
Today I hung out with my sister. We ventured to the Centerville Goodwill and a series of other places in search of wonderful things. Today I purchased a vest, a gold sweater, and a new hat. I was about two sizes away from purchasing the blue pencil skirt of my dreams. Having hips is so obnoxious.
This is what I would like to do: learn to knit, crochet, and sew. If I could do these three things, I am fairly certain that I could retire.
I have finished two paintings this summer. That is two more paintings than I have finished in my entire life. The single purpose for these paintings is mockery. I am not an artist by any means. A lesser purpose for these paintings is that they can be used as silly decorations in my apartment next year so long as my roommates oblige. They will, I am certain. Maybe someday before the summer comes to a close we will all get together to paint nonsensical things while we listen to trendy music and sip sparkling grape juice while wearing berets. Maybe if we are lucky, we can adopt phony French accents and laugh a stereotypical Francophone laugh. Perhaps, if I am experiencing a period of extravagant spending, I will purchase faux mustaches so we can curl up the sides as we critique each others work. Oui. OUI!
My mother said that if I remove my septum piercing that she will spend $100 on me. I am clearly getting the better end of the bargain: I was planning on removing the piercing and it only cost me $50. My mother says that I am unreasonable, I say that I am a mastermind.
Today I hung out with my sister. We ventured to the Centerville Goodwill and a series of other places in search of wonderful things. Today I purchased a vest, a gold sweater, and a new hat. I was about two sizes away from purchasing the blue pencil skirt of my dreams. Having hips is so obnoxious.
This is what I would like to do: learn to knit, crochet, and sew. If I could do these three things, I am fairly certain that I could retire.
I have finished two paintings this summer. That is two more paintings than I have finished in my entire life. The single purpose for these paintings is mockery. I am not an artist by any means. A lesser purpose for these paintings is that they can be used as silly decorations in my apartment next year so long as my roommates oblige. They will, I am certain. Maybe someday before the summer comes to a close we will all get together to paint nonsensical things while we listen to trendy music and sip sparkling grape juice while wearing berets. Maybe if we are lucky, we can adopt phony French accents and laugh a stereotypical Francophone laugh. Perhaps, if I am experiencing a period of extravagant spending, I will purchase faux mustaches so we can curl up the sides as we critique each others work. Oui. OUI!