Sorry I haven't been posting. I have a lot of trouble keeping up with things. I know there aren't very many viewers, but I probably should be keeping up more. Not much has been going on. And I haven't really come up with any stories I wanna tell. Kelly's parents are here from California. Karen has a show in Baltimore this weekend. She does macrame jewelery. It's very ornate. Ummm...oh.
Yesterday we were reading a book called the Secret of Birthdays and we were reading mine. And it said that I was accident prone. And I started listing all the things that have happened to me. All the times I fell, or scraped, or sprained, something. The time I split open my chin. The time I tipped over the scooter in Spain. And some other stuff.
And I totally stopped up there because I had to fold. My jeez. I really can not finish anything. It's really hard for me. Finish half my homework. Finish half the laundry. Half my thoughts. Sometimes I feel like people think I'm a retard. I think I am. I am soooo tired. I might go to sleep. This blog was gonna be super long too. And guess what. I finished half. Can you believe that. I am a disgrace to mankind. Well. Not mankind. Maybe just myself. I am disgusted with myself.
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I tend not to finish books...most of the time, actually. It doesn't matter...if you really wanted to do/say/read it, you would.
And when you have something to say, you'll say it. =)
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