Happy Father's Day to everyone who is a father out there! I hope you are a good dad. If you're not then....stinks for your kids!
I really have nothing to write about. I'm just updating this because I have nothing better to do. I came downstairs this morning to find my dog on the table, harassing the cat who was sitting on one of the chairs. Madness, I tell you, ABSOLUTE MADNESS!! Soccer Mania are the only two words I can use to describe the going on's in my house. Every single flipping day of the year!! My parents are both at socccer games for several of my siblings. My dad is in one place and my mom is in another. It never stops, NEVER!! Life here is like a continuous soccer game. I despise soccer with every ounce of my ability to despise stuff. It's a horrible sport. Soccer runs my family's lives.
Last night it was really cool because it was a crescent moon, but you could kind of see the outline of the whole moon itself. It was really awesome. A nice night, last night. Very starry and clear. I think when I grow up I'm going to do something in NASA. Perhaps I will establish the first colony on Mars. I will be president of it. That would be purdy mullet rocking.
I have three bug bites on my foot. My dog is chucking stuff against the wall somehow. The grass is green. The sun is sort of neon carrot. I have bangs. There are five-hundred million, twenty-five thousand, six-hundred minutes in a year. I challenge you to figure out how many seconds there are!! Come on, it isn't that difficult. Whoever can tell me, I'll give you a prize. I love Australia. I love sloths even more. There's a rock in my shoe. Actually I'm not wearing any shoes. My fingernail needs to be filed because I could kill someone with it. I just scratched my toe. I want to go swimming. I am a Virgo. Hear me roar. When I take my glasses off of my face, I can see nothing that I wrote. It all looks like black dots on something. My eyes are a hopeless case. Thank God for stuff that helps me see. I love Spanish. My stomach just made a weird noise. The Verve has some really good-looking fellows in it. I'm kind of hungry. I'm going to join the Peace Corps. I still really don't know what the point of this update is. Could it be...that...I...love...
SLOTHS!!
I really have nothing to write about. I'm just updating this because I have nothing better to do. I came downstairs this morning to find my dog on the table, harassing the cat who was sitting on one of the chairs. Madness, I tell you, ABSOLUTE MADNESS!! Soccer Mania are the only two words I can use to describe the going on's in my house. Every single flipping day of the year!! My parents are both at socccer games for several of my siblings. My dad is in one place and my mom is in another. It never stops, NEVER!! Life here is like a continuous soccer game. I despise soccer with every ounce of my ability to despise stuff. It's a horrible sport. Soccer runs my family's lives.
Last night it was really cool because it was a crescent moon, but you could kind of see the outline of the whole moon itself. It was really awesome. A nice night, last night. Very starry and clear. I think when I grow up I'm going to do something in NASA. Perhaps I will establish the first colony on Mars. I will be president of it. That would be purdy mullet rocking.
I have three bug bites on my foot. My dog is chucking stuff against the wall somehow. The grass is green. The sun is sort of neon carrot. I have bangs. There are five-hundred million, twenty-five thousand, six-hundred minutes in a year. I challenge you to figure out how many seconds there are!! Come on, it isn't that difficult. Whoever can tell me, I'll give you a prize. I love Australia. I love sloths even more. There's a rock in my shoe. Actually I'm not wearing any shoes. My fingernail needs to be filed because I could kill someone with it. I just scratched my toe. I want to go swimming. I am a Virgo. Hear me roar. When I take my glasses off of my face, I can see nothing that I wrote. It all looks like black dots on something. My eyes are a hopeless case. Thank God for stuff that helps me see. I love Spanish. My stomach just made a weird noise. The Verve has some really good-looking fellows in it. I'm kind of hungry. I'm going to join the Peace Corps. I still really don't know what the point of this update is. Could it be...that...I...love...
SLOTHS!!
1 Comments:
If there is five-hundred million, twenty-five thousand, six-hundred minutes in a year then there is 30,001,536,000 seconds in the year.
I'll take my prize in cash, wench.
-hgaraC
To find out who I am, print out this comment and hold it in a mirror.
ORRRR, just be... not retarded and read that backwards.
I love Katie and her Amazin' Sloths.
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