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Ah, today rocked. Laura is my hero.
So, we get to Laura's house and we wait around and then wait around some more and more and more and eat veggie chicken sandwiches and then wait and then predict that they're all dead on the side of the road and then FINALLY Jon Chen shows up. So, as it turns out, everyone went to Papa John's and met there and had failed to tell us Lauras. Well, phooey on them. Everyone then met at Laura's and we went to Northview and kicked a soccer ball around pretending to play soccer, and then had a sand fight with the sand along the field. Why do they put sand there???? I have it absolutely everywhere now. It's even in my mouth. EWWW. So then me, Laura, and her mom (because no one else loves us) went to Merrillville and saw Holes, which was, well, not really that good so don't see it. Books are always better. So, then we came home, someone pulled up in the driveway, Laura totally bailed on me, and her dad was kind enough to give me a ride home because I was going to call home. Wow. LAURA! Gr. Well, I fould a cool orange rock in the movie theater though. Oi. Time to go rinse the sand from my mouth.
When I came home, I see that my mom has bought me a copy of "Shopaholic Ties the Knot," which I am going to read right... now!!
Damned fing sand. Yes, new adjective-- "fing". It is the equivalent to effing.
Ciao for now.
So, we get to Laura's house and we wait around and then wait around some more and more and more and eat veggie chicken sandwiches and then wait and then predict that they're all dead on the side of the road and then FINALLY Jon Chen shows up. So, as it turns out, everyone went to Papa John's and met there and had failed to tell us Lauras. Well, phooey on them. Everyone then met at Laura's and we went to Northview and kicked a soccer ball around pretending to play soccer, and then had a sand fight with the sand along the field. Why do they put sand there???? I have it absolutely everywhere now. It's even in my mouth. EWWW. So then me, Laura, and her mom (because no one else loves us) went to Merrillville and saw Holes, which was, well, not really that good so don't see it. Books are always better. So, then we came home, someone pulled up in the driveway, Laura totally bailed on me, and her dad was kind enough to give me a ride home because I was going to call home. Wow. LAURA! Gr. Well, I fould a cool orange rock in the movie theater though. Oi. Time to go rinse the sand from my mouth.
When I came home, I see that my mom has bought me a copy of "Shopaholic Ties the Knot," which I am going to read right... now!!
Damned fing sand. Yes, new adjective-- "fing". It is the equivalent to effing.
Ciao for now.
