You Guys Are News To Me

Meh, Creative Writing Class, you have doomed me!
I can't write a play.
Plays have a completely different set-up than normal writing.
You have to SAY everything.
I am, very bad with dialogue.
If my characters were real people, they would be the kind of kids you stick in the trashcan.
Just cause it's easy, ya know?

I haven't been home on a weekend in ages. It's been really bad.
I WORK on the weekends. And I yoga. What am I supposed to do.

Anyway...

I'd just like to throw out the fact that...

THERE ARE 55 DAYS 'TIL GRADUATION

geh siked, geh geh geht siked!

I'm actually not excited. Except for April 1st.

We had our first thunderstorm today, in March.
And whenever we have a thunderstorm, my 90 pound lab, my protector of the house, the beautiful KILLAH... turns into a mass of furry Jell-o. She quivers and whimpers and rolls around on her back like some ANIMAL. And, she isn't an animal, she is expressive and has a vocabulary.

WOOF- I want in!

WHINE- I want out!

GRUMBLE- Hungry, feed me now, bitch.

Soccer has been taking up my time. I luvr it, I reallah doo.

My mom has her 50th birthday next week. So, if you see my mom, run up to her and flash her. She's old and would beat you with her cane.

Just kidding...my mom doesn't have a cane.

She has a chainsaw.

I wonder how many bananas you can eat in one day without getting physically sick?

Talking about MOMs, does anyone remember MILF.

What other things would ILF?

Dolphin skin.

A jet stream.

Empathy.

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YOU LOOK AND SMELL LIKE MONEY

Word.