Posting! Sorry it's been so long! You know, Summer. Projects. Anyhow...I've got curlers in my hair. My short hair. God, I love it. So, Drama is the best! I love it. I hate shoes. We wear no shoes in Drama. It's ab-fab. I'm kinda hungry. I need to do laundry. I'm so sick of us "moving the moving-date", and I'm the only one who packs, therefore all my stuff is packed. My clothes. My CD's. My Books. I'm getting punished for work ethic. Uncool. Anyway, I am now eating a quaint roast beef sandwich accompanied by some lemonade. This is gonna sound dumb but, I feel more annoying now that I have short hair. I watched Corrina, Corrina today. Really good movie. You should see it. Civics is horrible. I hate all Social Studies. But would rather be doing Civics than history. But, that's the thing. We are still doing history!!! Lame. I guess I'll go. Sorry my blog is always lame. Lovable Laura (with the jazz hands.)
Summer projects suck! Hmmm...no shoes. That's nifty. I would like to not wear shoes. Even though I Love my new shoes. They're so bright and pretty. They're unoriginal. But I don't mind. That is very uncool, my friend. I wish you had all your stuff. But then when you finally actually moved, you could just press a button and it would pack itself. That would be nice. How is your roast beef sandwich quaint? Well...I don't think you're more annoying. You seem the same to me. I will make a point to see it one day. It's not lame. Mine is much, much lamer. More lame. Lamest. Most incredibly lame. Love your jazz hands...though I haven't seen them.
Summer projects suck!
Hmmm...no shoes. That's nifty. I would like to not wear shoes. Even though I Love my new shoes. They're so bright and pretty. They're unoriginal. But I don't mind.
That is very uncool, my friend. I wish you had all your stuff. But then when you finally actually moved, you could just press a button and it would pack itself. That would be nice.
How is your roast beef sandwich quaint?
Well...I don't think you're more annoying. You seem the same to me.
I will make a point to see it one day.
It's not lame. Mine is much, much lamer. More lame. Lamest. Most incredibly lame.
Love your jazz hands...though I haven't seen them.