Why must we do these English journals? I used to not mind them. But now, for some reason, I can't stand them.
And why must my mom know today whether I will be well enough to go to school tomorrow? Well, apparently she needs to know whether to schedule a doctor's appointment. I opted for school on the grounds that in my annoying life, the day of the doctor's appointment all my symptoms seem to magically disappear. Also I feel a bit sleepy, which is good news, I couldn't sleep at ALL last night. Stupid cough.
...And now I have no more thoughts to share, because I know I'm just making a blog post to avoid doing the last two entries of my journals. Did I mention I can't stand those things?
Wait! I just finished this book I borrowed from my friend call Boy Meets Boy. Three guesses what it's about, and the first two don't count. But still, it was absolutely splendid and utterly adorable. I wish the splendid town where it was set existed, because it was such a splendid place. I love the word splendid. It's so... splendid.
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I told you that book was amazing!
I think you're a little high. You should get some rest. From rest comes Ideas, from ideas comes dreams, and from dreams comes inspiration! And I want to see more of The City my darling.
Hey, long time no see.
Yes, Neysa, you were right.
And Bridget, I'll show you more of the city if you do more 17 poems stuff.
Um, hey? Sorry, I'm not sure who you are, invisible.
Tis me Flash or Myles if you need a bigger clue here's it is My name starts with a M ends in a A and has a AY in the middle. If you still need help its time to get you eyes checked.
HIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!
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