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Ok. It is time for Wednesday. That is choir practice and class. I have one more major assignment and a bonus due tomorrow at 9:30a.m. That is a lot on me. Last night I made it to my senior sendoff party, got a photo booth photo made, had two free beers and a slice of pizza. I never eat pizza or drink beer. It was my pleasure to join the alumni association and I received a shirt and license plate. Instead of going back home I went to our Christmas Extravaganza and made some Christmas ornaments, sat on Santas lap, ate a cookie and drank some hot chocolate. Picked up a lot of treats on the way at the different stations. My favorite is a marshmallow snowman I get to put together. There are pretzel sticks and marshmallows and chocolate pieces for eyes. A gumdrop for a nose. Anyway, I ate my gingerbread house for breakfast and I hate myself for it. I really want to live at a size 4 and am going to ask the priest about possible pagan interference to make someone elses children look better. I used to never eat it and know that if I waited that I would be better off, the longer I could. You see, my Great Aunt taught me there would always be food like that and my Grandma taught me the benefits of really chewing and my other Grandma taught me to be healthy, while my Granddad would get mad if I ate candy. Anyway, my parents and immediate Grandma had a few bad habits. Of course, one grandma tried to raise me once and I just needed more ice cream, now I dont and am much less arrogant. Also, I think introducing candy to your kid and them beating them for being addicted is cruel. Finally, recurring nightmares of older kids beating me up for taking advantage when I am just a baby. Who gives dignity to predators trying to scam school children into compensating them? No, anonymous, my family does not need a 9-year-old to raise a 7-year-old when the teachers are there to take care of her. We have it covered. Kids against anything inconvenient What else? Oh! The part where all the school kids tried to make me fat, because they thought my life would be better if I was thin. Anyway, dont eat cookies is the moral of the story. The Grandpa story is a fleeting memory. So that is why they put their kids in home school. Of course, my dad is not the same species as mom. So her frame is like 1/3 of mine and so are both my grandmas.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 10:56:05 +0000

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