dear friends. you know who you are. where have you gone? i miss you all. i miss reading the stories of your lives. must we go through these phases of not blogging. i suppose that i didnt blog for some time, so now it is all of your turns to not be blogging. i sit here all alone... the lone blogger. i am ridiculed and made fun of, yet i am still persistent. did you know that all of my friends here think that blogging is stupid? well they do. this is how i sacrifice for you. do you even read it anymore?
we are getting a hedgehog. sometime this week, we will go and pick it out and bring it home. we arent sure what we are going to name it yet. it all depends on if it is a girl or a boy. if it is a girl, than the top name at this point is "lola." how do you feel about that? it has a nice ring to it... the girls... vada and lola. vada is the cat. she is cute. help me here all of you name whizes. my imagination has run dry.
english comp. II at UA is a joke. i just had to share that with you. i have far surpassed this level of writing. i feel like it is a waste of my time and a waste of the time of all those in class around me. i am not sure quite how, but i need to come to peace on this issue. monday i have a paper due about a recent arguement i had with the opposite sex. i dont remember the last time i had a significant arguement with the opposite sex. i am thinking that i am either going to have to make something up, or start one just for the purpose of writing this paper. oh what a stress.
i love you all. i miss you. come back to me soon.
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4 comments:
what am i...chopped liver?
Do you know what I always hate about writing classes... you. Some of us are unaware of our level and quite frankly are stunned that you are so confident in yours. Trust me, we all have our good writing days and our bad writing days, so keep it on the DL that you are so confident...because it intimidates the rest of us.
Don't be insecure. Don't be overconfident. Be like ME! (In all you do.)
i think the hedgehog should be a girl, because I found something the other day that Herman would like to share with the world - ("don’t hide your light under a bushel" type stuff here.) And maybe, if you're hedgehog is as grumpy as mine, it will calm them both down.
I'm talking sex here. hedgehog sex.
Call it the name of someone you know. Name it Emily Blair or Ben Lachman or someone more obscure like Mary Jo Johnson (my grandma) or Holly Marie Combs (co-star in the hit series "Charmed") Or name it someone from the government like Donald Rumsfled or Dick Cheney or Condeleeza Rice. I am a well full of good names.
Whatever you name it, just get used to the idea of calling it hedgcicle. it just happens, man. you can't help it. it's a natural progression.
NO! Name it Botox! Or Bulf!
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