There's been too much stuff to talk about within the last .. few weeks.. because I'm too lazy and because it's all just too much and if I talk about it my brain will explode. SO... I'll just bring to you, dear whoeverthehellreadsthis, the adventures of the Crazy People at Spiderman 3. ( By the way, people who came: Me, Azzy, Brandon, Tyler, Carolyn, Mike, and Richard. )
There was pizza, lots of pizza. We were eating, but then an intruder arrived! He said mean things about me, but he was joking so I forgive him. We left Azzy's then we went to my house for a few minutes to get teh moniez, then we walked to the theatre!
Me and Tyler wanted DDR, but there was no dice for us.
Walked around, snuck foodstuffs from Dollarama into the theatre because theatre foods are OVERPRICED. We had to sit in the third row because too many people took seats already, but oh well it was all good. I sat between Tyler and Mike because I wanted to bug Tyler but Mike said if we talked then we'd all die so we said he better not stay up here but he did anyways.
3 SECOND RECAP OF THE MOVIE!!!
IT'S NOT WORKING
OH NOES IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?!
HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?
OOOOH NICE NEW SUIT.
WHO SAW THAT COMING?!
GIMME SOME COOKIES. NOW GIMME SOME WITH NUTS.
STUFF STUFF STUFF
OMG HURRAY!!! BUT HURRY UP!
NOOOOOO WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?!
THE ENDING IS ALL GOOD.
And that was Spiderman 3. I bet you liked it.
So then we left and went to Wendy's, but I was really tired and my chocolate melted and even though I woke up this morning saying to myself, "Something good is going to a-happen to you today" nothing good did happen, ya?! BUT THEN I SAW IT. The glorious moon was large and golden! That was my gift. <333
I love yon moon.
So this is my journal, written at 12:09 in the afternoon on a Saturday where I just woke up. It doesn't make much sense you say?! Well too bad.
By the way, I'm still sick. -coughed the whole time she wrote this entry-
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