Friday, October 08, 2010

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The most random thing that I've ever typed...
*This post is about nonsense. You've been warned.*


How could I possibly have views from South Africa? I don't know anyone that lives in South Africa, but on the map that shows where your views are coming from, South Africa is turning green!
Thanks for reading, South Africa!

Today was good. I know that I'm not easily embarrassed, but I simply cannot form words to talk to a person that I would like to get to know. Any tips? It's bad. I have that feeling of doing whatever I want to, but it's also a feeling of not wanting to embarrass myself. Stupid boys.

My highlight of the day so far would have to be Dane's sweatshirtt. That thing made my life. More people should have squeaky clown clothes.

Calligraphy is probably one of my new favorite things to do. I took notes in Spanish with that cool looking pen. I wish that I would've discovered it sooner!

I like to watch foreign films. They are so lovely, even though you have to read the subtitles. It makes me sad how people are automatically against this idea because of the subtitles. You really don't notice them after the first 2 minutes. If you would like to watch a foreign film, please contact me. I would like a buddy to watch things with. Most of these films must be watched on ClearPlay because other countries don't have the same movie laws as we do. I've been thinking a lot lately about Pan's Labyrinth. That was a really really good one to watch. Here are the basics of that movie:



Creeped out? Yeah, I was too...at first.

When I was little, I would wish on every birthday cake, folded chip, dandelion, 1:23 and 11:11 for a witch to come to my house with a purple lion that I could ride on. I still want this to happen. If you know a purple lion, please let me ride it. I don't even care if it is a toy lion that is purple. I just would like someone to grant this wish. I think that people should do things like that and grant an old wish. I cannot die without riding a purple lion.

My mind is off on a tangent, so I'm just going to keep riding the random wave and see where it takes me.

Maddy told me to "blog about it" when I said that I like her sweater, so here it is! That sweater is so soft in a way that isn't soft, the bright blue goes nicely with the deep black, and the shape makes me want to dance.

I like hands. That may be very wid, but I look at peoples' hands. Did you know that some hands are very attractive? Those are the best. I also like eyes. Blue eyes are the most fun to look at and eyes like Eliza's would have to come in second. Have you ever just looked at someone's eyes? Eyes are beautiful. Did you know that I was born with blue eyes and red hair? I sometimes wish that it had stayed that way (but I obviously would never want to change how I look right now. I don't like people that change what they look like. Be happy with who you are.)

Don't you just love adventures? The pile of poop was definitely a grand adventure for me! I am being completely serious when I say that it wasn't gross. many years just make it a pile of dirt. Please come there with me sometime.

If I scare you, it just means that I want to be your friend. I do not purposely scare others, I am just a weird person and that is sometimes overwhelming to people that aren't used to me.

My drawing homework is to draw six faces from different angles. If you want to donate your face for a model, I'd be glad to draw you. I will warn you that I am BAD at drawing faces, so it may just look like a cool rock.

Today I made a new friend! Her name is Justina. She was with me in the mob of legs.

I really like tall people, even though I am very short. Girls are okay to be short. I think I'm the shortest girl that I know. Well, not really. I tower over about three girls my age, but I'm the shortest in my group of friends. I do like being short. Everything can be seen from a different angle. Disadvantage: I have to hold my umbrella up really high. Tall boys are good. That might be a problem for me, seeing as how I am only 5'1 and shrinking...

Don't you just hate it when your best friend from when you were little has changed too much? Like you used to both be tomboys, and now she's a cheerleader, or you used to be all cute and innocent, not she's a troublemaker. I really really hate that.

Nice people are such a good thing! I like it when people give compliments to others that they don't know.

Okay, I've gone on much too long.

Here's one last thing for you:


Come to the game tonight!

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