Yeah. I'm not sure if I'm going to be thrilled about going to a party anymore. The thought and feeling of getting a sprained ankle kills me. And guess what? Due to my clutzy nature, let me replay what happened to me at our grade's fundraiser night while I was selling tickets and enjoying myself. ------ Me: OHMAIGAWSH IS THAT A PENNY?! *bends down and picks it up* Friend: I'VE ALMOST GOT YOUUUU! Me: *screams in girly fashion, drops penny and accidentally trips onto the pavement and scratches knee and twists ankle, then laughs hysterically because it somewhat shooes away the pain and makes me feel like some sort of masochistic, pain loving otaku* Friend: Oh, nevermind. *walks away casually to the soccerfield* Me: *still lying against the wall laughing and holding my ankle* ------ Yeah... Should've been there. So anyway, I've made this friend to update you all on my extremely boring life. (Just kidding... My life is too private for you to peep at.) And besides that, I've sold approximately thirty two tickets and wasted sixty MOP on a hotdog, bag of candy, and sprite. Twenty MOP for a hotdog. ISN'T THAT CHEAP? (Ahem. 8 MOP equals 1 USD.) Same with the sprite. I bought two. One for me and one for my stamp obsessed friend. :3 Oh, oohhh! And twenty for a cheap bag of candy. Trust me. It was soooo worth it. *sarcasm noted* The bag contained a lollipop, butterscotch, chewy candy, jawbreakers, and a piece of chocolate. Take note that there were only one of each. *eyetwitch* aren't fundraising events FUN? It's a deluxe package full of injuries, empty wallets, and not to mention! lackofenthusiasmandoptimism. Totes sweet. Totes. No, I'm not complaining. I'd just like to tell you all what a wonderful night it was! Aren't you JEALOUS? :0 Lulz. Now to be optimistic. It WAS fun. The first part anyway. The second part was just me crawling and laughing and creeping people out because I left a trail of blood everywhere I went. *Just kidding... Maybe.* We took pictures, played tag, and most of all, sold tickets and pretended that we were FBI agent and shot random people in the stadium next to our school. Yeah... We pretty much got sent back to school because the football players were looking at us like we just threw cards at them and told them to try and get a royal flush. .-. Ahhhh, poker. It was fun, actually. Noses pressed to the gates as we poked and prodded, before climbing over the fence and went "pew pew". "THAT'S SO IMMATURE OF YOU, CHLOE!" Hey. You only turn 11 once. Let me enjoy my short lived childhood for once. I've wasted my precious life on Ken and Barbie for long enough, and I will not frickin' let you ruin my innocence by tying me to a chair and forcing me to watch reruns of Sex and the City. 2. Overall, it was a pretty sweet night. And no, I didn't faceplant. I'm too awesome to faceplant in public. >:I You could say I took a pavement to the knee. .-. ----- Second thread? Today seemed special. :0
*thread Not friend. D: If only my imaginary friend had come back... I'M SORRY JENNY, I PROMISE I WON'T SHOVE A BUNCH OF PICKLES DOWN YOUR THROAT. YOU'RE NOT SNOOKI, I KNOW! D:
Im your mommys angel And shes my angel Though we are siblings And incest is out of the question I know, its complexe
Obviously. Your username says it all rofl. And no. I'M MOMMY'S LITTLE ANGEL. >:L You're a sidekick. .-.
Thats more like it Hm you should make a thread like this every morning Just so i get a dose of Chloe Shota
That, would be spamming. I'm also positive that forums can't take my Chloe-shota-ness everyday. It'll explode into a million pieces of skittle and go into overload. Yes. I'm just that stupid. *rolls around in mud*
Oh psh. It won't be fair for the people who are irritated by my threads. They deserve some love, too! *showers haters with buckets of mud*
Well as long as i get my dose of Chloe Shota On a side note, shouldn't Little girls be sleeping now? Oh yes i did just go there
Oh hell no! You did not just go there! >:I Little girl?! I've thrown away my tea sets and barbie dolls! I told her, Ken is mine! D: 11PM IS NOT LATE! ;o;
True it isnt late but you are 11 11 Seems like a number that suits you Yep, what i am trying to say is: Go to bed little girl
Try forcing me to go to bed and I will telepathically force your mind to go delusional when you're sleeping.
I don't even dream Or at least don't remember them I don't fall for threats like that Now gtb