Friday, April 27, 2007
Hi. I felt like posting.
Hello everyone. All our readers (I mean you, Snig and Sodium, occasionally). I'm bored right now. So I'm going to tell you about my day. I woke up half an hour late, and while I was rushing downstairs, I slipped and fell down the stairs. The milk had gone sour, so I had to skip breakfast. Then, while I was about to brush my teeth, my brother hit me out of the way, or tried to, and my tooth brush fell in the toilet. Then in bio, we had a lab report to do, and I stayed up until 2:00 am finishing, and I forgot to print it out. In gym, we play some variation of tennis, and I got hit with multiple tennis balls, and my partner hit me in the head with a racket. As if that wasn't awful enough, we had a test on math about every quadratic thing in the history of quadratics, and i didn't study, because of the lab report. And that's bad, since there were a billion memorizy things I didn't know. Then the batteries on my graphing calculator died. At lunch, I had to get a crappy school lunch, and I was miserably walking to the table. When I tried to sit down, L pulled the chair out from under me, and the food went flying. It was spaghetti day. And I'd forgotten my gym clothes. I think I forgot to mention that. So I was hungry and spaghetti-stained. I was stared at in the halls. Then in English, we were learning something really important, and I fell asleep. So I have detentions for all of next week. And I don't get what we have to write a five-page paper on for Monday.It was raining when I walked home, and I truck drove past and splashed me. Then I realized I forgot my keys. I was going to ask to borrow my neighbors keys, but they weren't home. So I sat on the porch until Emily came to make me dog walk. the dogs were especially bratty today. And I slipped down the muddy hill, since it was raining. Then Tasha sat on me. When I got home, I changed my clothes, and had an hour's peace before I had to help cook dinner. I mixed up baking soda and baking powder, and burned myself on a pot. Life sucks.
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6 comments:
oh noooo that sounds like such a crappy day! that sounds like the kind of day snig would have. except its gigi having the bad day. actually, it sounds like the kind of day that both of you would have.
ill bet you 10 bucks snig will comment saying
"haha."
or is that 8 euros?
haha.
and guess what? now you owe sodium 10 bucks.
heyyyyyyy, i never agreed to that bet!! screw you snig.
hehehe...hows about you both pay me 10 bucks instead?
YES!! i knew that if i wrote that, snig would say haha. cuz snig is just like that. thank you snig. Pay up, gigi.
no snig, i refuse to pay you money.
**** you, you ******* ******* I will ******* kill you, *****, both of you ******* and ********. ****!!! you will ******* not ******* extort ******-** money from me, **** it!
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