Juliaaar!
the ever so weird girl-next-planet.
Year 11, Baulko :)
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title: Mamma Mia! Mamma Mia!
Tomorrow is try-outs. And I am gonna fail at Softball. I swear, my hand-eye coordination is, like, -3. Pfft. I'll try anyway because I don't wanna have to sit and do nothing for 2 hours. Playing cards get amazingly boring after half an hour of Poker. I have nothing to say so I shall bitch about Bindi Irwin. Jebus. WTF?! She mourned her father's loss for one day and then she gets shoved into the spotlight by her Mother. Honestly, I'm beginning to think that they don't care whether her father died or not. She is so annoying. Actually...scrap that. She is so fckin' annoying!!!! She has nothing to offer Australian television audiences and she should take acting lessons. Go take acting lessons you stupid little cannibal who feeds of her father's death like a leech feeds of a human. And leeches are nothing more than parasites. But, that's just my opinion. Wow, did I use a simile in the above sentence. Quote:"stupid little cannibal who feeds of her father's death like a leech feeds of a human" Woah! I did. Oh Lord, English classes are rubbing off on me. Great. Absolutely perfect. Boom, recession, depression, recovery, BOOM, recession, depression, recovery. Mr Dennett's depression rap. We sing and dance in history more than should be legally allowed. We made WWI into a musical for crying out loud! There is something wrong with that. Ah well. Is that enough blogging to make it look like I put effort into this blog? It'd better be. Tata. |
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