Post by Riley Jones on Dec 22, 2007 1:11:02 GMT -5
This is a journal? Do I really have to write in this? I hate writing, it hurts my brain, I'm blaming my mom this time for killing my brain, she should get arrested for it. Because of her, I am forced to write about my little adventures here at school. Well, I'm so NOT going to give this to her. Journals are private and no matter how much I hate them, I am not handing this book over to my stupid, gay-a.ss mother and have her read it. She'd ground me for the thing I just said about her anyways.
Which means, that this journal, no matter how many times it kills my brain, will be hidden and almost always with me. So........ what now?
You can tell I'm not used to this. So what do I do?
Hah! I just figured out you can't talk, yeah, you killed my brain. I'm going to find the brain police.
Now...I'm talking funny, writing funny, and even thinking funny! What did you do to me?!
I'm done with my random moment. You can tell I'm in a good mood. Why? Because I finally have roommates and a few friends. Only one guy friend which doesn't accomplish ANYTHING! I'm supposed to have more guy friends then girls and it's going the other way down. (I'm a tomboy/skater, deal with the guy stuff!)
I'll write later because I have sloppy handwriting today and a dead brain. Now, I will go to a brain doctor. JK!
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