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Like usual, I'm not going to waste time thinking about what to write about. I'm just going to write. So who knows what could happen next. Although I kind of feel like ranting on my dyslexia which I've been having issues with lately. Ironically, this post will probably be perfectly written and error-free. At least in a perfect world. And let's face it, that basically happened when I was born. You can thank my parents.

So here it goes. Never mind. I changed my mind. I'M ALLOWED TO DO THAT ON THE INTERNET WOOT. Freedom. Eww, why am I CAPS LOCKING so much? Yep, it's a verb. I'm a verb. Huh? Wookies.

That's something I do a lot. No, not wookies, weirdo. But say "I'm...." to whatever someone just said. Examples below.

Friend: Isn't it a nice day outside?
Me: I'm a nice day outside.
Friend: No but for real the sun is shining everywhere.
Me: I'm shining everywhere.
Friend: UGH whatever. You're annoying.
Me: I'm annoying.
Friend: I know.. I just said that.
Me: HAH. JOKE'S ON YOU.

Obviously not a true story because everyone knows I don't have friends. *sobs and plays Words with Friends oh wait I CAN'T*
So anyway.. the whole "I'm..." is my go-to joke.
I'm the new "your mom"! But I'm not your mom. But yo mama's your mom! Why do they let me out of the house.... Why.

I would just like everyone to know that my hamper is literally the centerpiece of my bedroom right now and I have a plate of water on my bed.

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I'm not allowed to blog next week, so I'm doing it now. Knowing that I'm gonna lose something for a while makes me want to make use of it now, even though I've had plenty of time to do that. So hello, I hope your day is going well. I now know who some of my readers are, and I like them. You should talk more (; I feel like making a decision right now, so I'm thinking of one to make. Right now. Ummmmm. I am going to..................................................................................................................... Man, I really can't think of anything. What should I do?!!!! Maybe I'm making a decision that I will make a decision. But when? Where? Why? Shut up I hate those questions. No for real I kind of do. I don't want to be a journalist ): THE TRUTH COMES OUT. I don't know what I want and I'm at peace with that. Okay, back to making a decision. How about I am going to make something out of paper machete (i hope i spelled that right) in the next year or so. Who wants to help? What should we make???? I'm feeling artsy. I like pop tarts. What do you guys think about my fashion choices? Like for real. And which stereotype am I? EHHHH? I know a space traveler. Yeah, be jealous. You exist. I exist. I know someone that exists. Which makes me so super cool (: I prefer really big fur coats with my moccasins. Father knows best. No for real, he was right today. I was humbled, kind of. It bothers me when someone mentions a mistake and doesn't point it out. I found a typo in the hymnal today. It said thrist.

Anybody wanna hear a story?