I would like a kitten and/or hedgehog, a nose piercing, and a container of chocolate covered macadamia nut caramel clusters from Costco. The kitten must be gray with blue eyes.
What if my name was Gale?
I'd still whip my hair back and forth.
Speaking of hair, I cut three inches off. Six inches in some places.
I was gonna go super short. It would have looked cute, I know it. My mom wouldn't let me though.
Yeah, that's right. I'm 16 years old, moved out of my parents' homes, I have a job, and I have essentially 15 months left of my highschool career, yet... I'm "not allowed" to get my hair cut short.
We'll see.
Garsh I'm such a rebel.
Moving out
Chopping off my hair
Peircing my nose?
What could be next, folks!? Tattoos ;)
Today I wrote a story and the first sentence was:
Escorting her alligator down the stairs, Gloria realized she forgot something important.
I wrote a short paragraph and then we all had to pass our papers around to another student whom would add on to the story. This repeated three times. I am pleased to have you know that my story ended with Gloria's alligator snuggling with the neighbors cat.
I taught I taw uh puddy tat.
I whip my hair back and forth.
I like how you talk about each event of your day but put it in a brief way where you can understand what you were feeling at that moment.
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damnit. now i feel guilty for holding your dream cat hostage. true, it was the agreement but still. just know she's very happy and well fed and well cared for medically. and she's getting obsessed with brushings.
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