I don't like marble colby jack in string cheese form. What is with that? Is mozzarella string cheese not good enough for you people? I mean, my sister doesn't like mozzarella cheese, but she's weird. My sister is an insane-psychotic freak, and a total jerk. Casey turned twelve today, and she's mean. Bothering me at the beginning of my day is her favorite thing to do, so it would seem. I can somewhat understand her bugging me in the morning before school comes along, but when we get to school she feels the need to sit between me and everybody. Everybody meaning- my friends, people who are important-, so I can't even hear conversations. She leaves when more people come, but still, I think she can find friends and my friends shouldn't have to suffer just because I have a weird sister. Maybe that's why she doesn't have friends, so she claims, because apparently being a cousin to your friend doesn't mean their your real friend, it just means their your relative, to her anyways.
Leaves keep falling all around, and they are so pretty. Autumn is a such a beautiful time of year, all the colors, the smells, the leaves crunching beneath your feet, and it just makes me want to be all artistic and spontanious. So I have a tip.
DO NOT attempt to eat scolding hot tea bags, they burn your tongue and DO NOT taste as good as they smell (I think they should have that as a warning on all tea bags.)
So, does anyone else ever notice how different everyday is? You never live the same day twice. Especially not at my school, everyday something seems to be going on, something weird or crazy. I'm pretty sure every teacher at our school is crazy. Sometimes I wonder if it even qualifies as a school, or maybe crazies are sent there and no one there knows they're crazy, they're just like 'Woah, everybody here is psychotic' so everyone feels sane by being around crazy people. Everything is balanced.
All except my fingernails which grow too quickly.
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