GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN ABOVE.

MY LEGS HURTTTTT
You wouldn't think that just walking for a while would hurt so bad.
But ooooh it does.
My legs hurt like the burning of a million suns
And yeah.. I basicly just hurt.

I always feel bad when I am walking and then pass people.
It seems like I am saying HAH I AM BETTER THEN YOU BECAUSE I CAN WALK FAST!
But I'm not.....
So if I ever walk past you, I'm not saying I am better... I am saying you walk to slow.

When children start driving, it seems that something goes off in parents.
I know my friends mom FREAKS when she is drivng.
And she's a pretty good driver.
It's just so funny to watch her mom freak out at little things.
I am going to let my kid loose so they learn on their own.
MER HER HER.
Nah... maybe that's a little too mean.

Teeheehee.

III LOOOVVVEEE TOOO WALKKK.
it has really become my favorite past-time.
I shall be know as "girl who walks hill at exactly the same time everyday."
Now I am an indian too.
Woo hoo.

peanut, peanut butter and jelly, and jelly.

MMMMM.
I say i want a sandwich.
And i say some one should make me one, so i don't have to make it. :)
I would like a turkey sandwich, with lettuce and mustard and mayo on white bread. with pickles. lots and lots of picklesss...

Tee ha ha.

I wish I had a goldfish.
I would take care of it and it would never die.

The whole hill smelled like a barbecue today.
It was amazing.

I have decieded to explain the whale that i posted early.
Because obviously, none of you are wise.

(>'^<)
^
Mouth

(>'^<)
^Eye.
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^ fin.

(>'^<)
^tail.


DO YOU SEE KNOW!!

It makes total sense.
You know what has happened.
The billy side of your brain has deteriorated.
Let me elaborate o this:

There once was a boy named billy.
Billy LOVED to draw.
Especially when it was picture day at school.
Every friday, he would bring a wagon full of crayola's and you would hear this eee eee ee, the squeeking of the wheels.
Everyone would think "ooh yay, it's billy!!!"
Because everyone loved the pictures billy drew.
He was creative and would used every color from macaroni to tickle me pick. in his drawings.
His class would pick 3 pictures out of the whole class' that were the best, and billy's always made it in.
Eventually, they made a whole section for billys pictures, just because they were so good.
But then, in the middle of the year,
Billy moved.
He went to his new school on a friday, and brought his wagon along with him.
EEE EEE EEE
Everyone just stared..
Who was this kid with the wagon?
He got to class, and he had this scary wrinkly teacher.
As everyone sat down, she snarled and said "Today we will have picture day"
Billy got started on his drawing, and the teacher took it away.
"We will ALL be drawing roses!"
So billy started drawing a rose.
"Wee will all learn how to draw roses a certain way!"
And she threw away billys paper.
So Billy though, ok i can do this.
She is explaing how to draw the rose, so billy gets out all of these different colors, and draws the rose, just how she did.
"NO! we will all only use red, brown and greeeeen!"
And the teacher threw away his paper.
Every friday after, the whole class would draw the exact same roses.
They were perfect in every way.
But there wasn't any creativity in them.
So one day, billys parents take him back to his old school.
It was a wednesday, but everyone heard billy was coming, so they made it picture day anyway.
Everyone waited for billys excited face when the teacher anouced that they would be having picture day on wednesday, but only saw him take out a peice of paper ,and three crayons.
And he started drawring.
He drew that rose, because every ounce of creativity he had once had was taken away by a teacher who wanted everything to be the same.
Eventually, billy went back to his original school, but every picture day he could only draw that rose.

Moral of the story.
Don't let your creativity be taken away by those trying to make you "draw roses"
Be yourself and let who you are shine through in what you do.

SO FOR ALL OF YOU WHO DIDN"T SEE THE WHALE, i am giving you homework.
You better do it. and i want to see it.

I want you all to get a piece of paper, and for 5 minutes write down everything that comes to your head. stop at 5 minutes.
Count the words that you have.
Most of you will only have about 150 words, when people who excersise their right brain will come up with 500-600.

Think about that one!