It's the first cloudy morning in ages.
Looks like Bob (I'll explain later) is mad at us.
WHAT DID I DO WRONG??!
Well, at least there's no camp. -.-
Let me tell you about the whole no-camp situation:
K, I would have camp at a community centre, but there's a strike, so CRASHBOOMPOW the community centre's closed.
Still don't understand?
No community centre=no camp.
So here I am, FREE. Free from going on fun field trips, which is what I would be doing if it wasn't for the stupid strike.
Thanks a lot, government.
You just can't pay people enough, can you?
I guess I should explain who Bob is now.
He's the sky.
Well, Bob is actually everything, but mostly the sky.
He was my curly fry for a little while, before I ate it.
Maybe that's why he's mad.
And now it's all miserable outside.
Lmao Bob.
That is just so funny.
Signing off;;
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You're lucky. -pout- We have no strikes where I live, we just have drunk guys beating up each other since another guy looked at his girlfriend.
Yeah.
Plus, you're enrolled in camp. I would've been in something during the summer, but there is no writing classes. DON'T YOU PEOPLE REALIZE HOW ILLITERATE YOURSELVES ARE?
Ugh. With Splotchy, though, I think my writing needs are fulfilled. I have to post everyday, whether I like it or not, a post which has to be decent. Varying sentence patterns, etcetera. Oh, and something you can reply to.
Plus, the best part is that I even got a page reserved for writing samples. Wheeee.
Once I saw a drunk homeless guy point at someone and go, "YOU'RE UGLY! GO LIVE IN A BASEMENT!" I woulda gone, "BACK AT YOU!" but:
(a) I was with my parents.
(b) I was like 7.
I was forced to go to writing camp too. That was torture. Everyone like towered over me. I have a writing notebook from it, and apparently my favorite topics were unicorns and girls named Lilac. Don't tell, but I secretly went through it and wrote sarcastic comments on everything. (A) It was begging to be done.
Rofl. You live a funny life, with Bob and drunk homeless people.
I only got puffballs, and all they do is dance around making sure I don't go searching up song lyrics 'cause that's begging for viruses.
They linger in music lyrics, like THEY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER! xD
Tell me more about the writing camp, though. What do you mean towered over you? Were there just big people or did they always want to see what you were doing?
Oh, and even that comment is funny. xD
Hey, wait...
I LIVE IN A BASEMENT!
xDDDDDDDDD
Literately. But it's furnished, so it's not cold and icky and stuff.
Thank you. I enjoy funny lives.
I bet your puffballs are cute. *wishes she could see them* They sound very important =o
Lyric-searcher at your service! xD
Big people. It was so awkward walking in there for the first time. I almost melted. They all were such good writers, while I got fake praise from the teacher, who said I was as good as them. Please.
Haha, I understand. We've had people living in our basement in two houses we've rented ;D
My puffballs are important. xD
They basically do nothing but serve as a keyboard buddy, and when I get bored I make them type stuff.
hi im minni anbdme puff
Puff and Mini just wrote that. xD
I also got a shoebox for them to live in, but I don't use it much. What I really need is another pine cone, since Mini always needs a pine cone.
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