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Make that none. Sorry guys, aliens get hungry. 8 HP

Oh cute.

Bedtime!

You missed a lot of reading.

^Came on a friend's iPod last weekend, the three of us there just got "wut" looks on our faces and then decided this song had something special.

My classes are 36 mins tomorrow, yay early releases! "They rape us over and over and over and over!" lovely song lyrics I may say

Oh yeah that one. There was one with elephants too. And the classic she sells seashells by the seashore and such

Cute little bromance going on here eh?

I knew some good ones last year from speech class, one of them something about "Moses supposes his toeses is roses" or nonsense like that. My teacher always sped us up on red leather, yellow leather... Hmm.

I've heard plenty of people try that one and talk about some made up place called Younork.

My dad taught me how to say flabbergasted caterpillar when I was two for his own amusement.

I don't care about the errors in logic, it's still fun to say.

A jerk is a tug A tug is a boat A boat goes on water Water is nature Nature is beautiful Jerk = beautiful

compared to Commas, man. They make a difference. "Let's eat Grandma" vs. "Let's eat, Grandma"

"White Balloons" by Sick Puppies

I'm drawing "flattering". Except, if I were to show you guys why it's drawn and not written, it'd be like this sort of: f l a tt e r i n g Except not. Oh well.

This is the time for someone to post pixel porn. Also, I'm a ninja, just as I felt impatient waiting for a text I received the text I needed. And I'm the "anonymous user".

Flattering

I think I zapped myself

12/21/12 comes along, no more world. No more wall. 7 HP

Last year was a wonderful summer storm season, when I'm on the computer I'll have to show you guys what happened to my friend's trampoline. I missed that storm, I was up north, but apparently the trampoline flew onto the deck and knocked over their huge grill. The trampoline was beautiful though, basically crumbled up worse than a dead spider. My friend's dad is amazing at fixing things though so it survived in the end, I would have been very sad if it had died because we put it up all by ourselves and were very proud. As for winter... Over 40 inches of snow this December. Grrr

I'm in love with my Friday class schedule for next year. 9-9:50, speech. Done for the day. Why can't that be my day tomorrow?! At least tomorrow is early release, done at 1.

I made chocolate peanut butter chip cookies on... Sinday? BAHAHA I REFUSE TO FIX THAT TYPO

But the cells are cancerous, so the walls don't stop reproducing, so we drop nukes on them and hope that'll be enough radiation to stop them. 7 HP

Last summer the first big storm brought a tornado, I don't think it fully touched down but it was close. Plenty of trees knocked down, a store had some damage from when the tornado almost touched down, lots of wind damage, and plenty of rain for flash flooding. That night I was housesitting with my friend. We stood outside until it started raining, the clouds were so cool. Tons of lightning, rotating dark clouds, super awesome. When it started raining we watched through the windows upstairs until the cable went out, then my mommy texted me that we needed to go downstairs until it calmed down. That week basically taught us to be independent, when I play back that night in my head I want to laugh at us being all responsible, getting a radio out when the cable was gone, lighting candles, bringing blankets down in case the storm lasted a long time, lol. Storm wasn't too long, when we could go back upstairs the cable wasn't back yet but we had the entertainment of the dog. This massive 120 pound chocolate lab freak was the reason we were at that house. When I met the dog for the first time, he hopped on me from behind and left beautiful scratch marks down the backs of my thighs. Over the week he scratched both of us more because he was a spaz. Part of that was probably because he doesn't get out enough - we were going to walk him but they didn't have a leash at their house. He ended up walking fine when we got a leash, but still a spaz. And a freak. Buster, aka bust-a-move, was obsessed with humping a blanket against the couch. He mounted me once too. I was put to shame by a dog that weighed about as much as me. The eeriest part of that night was when we were watching out the window. Since there was a tornado around, the sirens were supposed to be going off, but the sirens in the areas where the storm was worst malfunctioned. No sound came out. There was a siren right across the street, rotating, the 50 foot tall pole swaying in the wind. That image is still in my head.