SHAAAA BANG, MAMA
Wow. SO much happening. I just got out of the car with my dad's parenting-teacher. That was a doozy, lots of big boo-hoo's and what not. I dont think Im ready to go home. In fact, I know Im not. School is good, I love my Political Systems class. ANNNDD JT, JASON, AND PIGGIE PIE/AMANDA(fetus>:O ) are there. Anddd, my Becca-Bear. So, its cool.
Sooooo, Im at the lie-berry, and call Brandon to come see me, and him being the best friend ever... he comes to see me. AND SO DOES ZAC. And his friend Dustin. So we hang there for a while, then drive like.. a hundred feet across the street to the park, and Zac and Dustin do all kinds of wall-jumping. And I have sweet pictures, thennn, they left, and Brandon and I go for a walk.
SO I WAS WALKING. AND A JINORMOUS FROG JUMPS OUT!
:O
OH. MY. GOD.
And a bajillion more jump out to kill me, and then we're on CSI Miama, and found the suspicious rock. Then, we go to a dog park and find plastic bags to take. Theennn, we found a pool that was taunting us because we didnt know where it was. After that, a lady disappears into the trees, so we follow her down this path and theres a log. We filled up that plastic bag (100cc's) which was our breat-implant, and hung it in our tree. Our breastimplantlove tree. Then, we walked across this huge log and sat for a while, but bugs attacked us. Then we found a brick and a huge spider, so we killed the spider and threw a tree in the water.
The End
Next dayyyyy!!!!
I was at Jillians, walking around with a mondo headache and pissed off because those girls are hell, and who else do I see, BUT ZAC!!! So we hang out for a couple hours and his sister gave me tylenol. Then he layed(laid?) on me on our jet-skee thingie. He also got addicted to gambling and spenmt 42$ and got a giant lolli-pop, then we bacame rappers and sang the candy-shop song. Then we talked about sex, and walked around the sotres and whatnot. Then we got into an argument about where his friend (who raped my arm with the lolli-pop and left traces of blue semen) had snuck off too.
I had fun =)
Teehee, I made my foster brother, Donnie, throw up last night. He ate 489508 bowls of spaghetti, and we were wrestling and I punched him in the stomach and he blew chunks, but I was laughing the whole time, and I made him laugh, so it was a mondo-bad puking session for him.
Sooooo, Im at the lie-berry, and call Brandon to come see me, and him being the best friend ever... he comes to see me. AND SO DOES ZAC. And his friend Dustin. So we hang there for a while, then drive like.. a hundred feet across the street to the park, and Zac and Dustin do all kinds of wall-jumping. And I have sweet pictures, thennn, they left, and Brandon and I go for a walk.
SO I WAS WALKING. AND A JINORMOUS FROG JUMPS OUT!
:O
OH. MY. GOD.
And a bajillion more jump out to kill me, and then we're on CSI Miama, and found the suspicious rock. Then, we go to a dog park and find plastic bags to take. Theennn, we found a pool that was taunting us because we didnt know where it was. After that, a lady disappears into the trees, so we follow her down this path and theres a log. We filled up that plastic bag (100cc's) which was our breat-implant, and hung it in our tree. Our breastimplantlove tree. Then, we walked across this huge log and sat for a while, but bugs attacked us. Then we found a brick and a huge spider, so we killed the spider and threw a tree in the water.
The End
Next dayyyyy!!!!
I was at Jillians, walking around with a mondo headache and pissed off because those girls are hell, and who else do I see, BUT ZAC!!! So we hang out for a couple hours and his sister gave me tylenol. Then he layed(laid?) on me on our jet-skee thingie. He also got addicted to gambling and spenmt 42$ and got a giant lolli-pop, then we bacame rappers and sang the candy-shop song. Then we talked about sex, and walked around the sotres and whatnot. Then we got into an argument about where his friend (who raped my arm with the lolli-pop and left traces of blue semen) had snuck off too.
I had fun =)
Teehee, I made my foster brother, Donnie, throw up last night. He ate 489508 bowls of spaghetti, and we were wrestling and I punched him in the stomach and he blew chunks, but I was laughing the whole time, and I made him laugh, so it was a mondo-bad puking session for him.