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HEY Y'ALLLLLLL. Guess'm what? Y'all know how I couldn't do much of nothin' what with my last here post? No fancy doodads or whatchermercallits? I figgered it all out so now I can do this here stuff-

IT'S REALLY HARD TO TYPE IN A SOUTHERN ACCENT!!!

It has been "suggested" by my parental unit that my siblings and I write down what happens in our day-to-day lives over the summer, so we can look back and see all of the stuff we did. I really dislike my "printing" as some people refer to it, so I'll just type it here for you to view. Here's to you, Mom.

Wednesday
(The Last Day of School)

It was, as stated above, the last day of school. I brought in a t-shirt from the year before that I made everyone sign. I washed it later that night, and most of the Sharpie remained intact. Some of the red bled a little, making the area around the words pink, yet still legible. Aaron's heart has been completely destroyed, thanks to the power of Sunburst's Sunsational Scents with Cuddle Soft Power laundry detergent. I believe that our laundry detergent is one of the few items in our household that is not MB brand. I dumped my binders and other school stuff on my desk in my room, and it has not moved since. My bedroom is dying a slow, painful death of clutter, as I neglect to pick up clothes off the floor and schoolwork continues to build up on my desk, spilling onto my unmade bed. Oh, adjectives. I love you so. I went to a pool party, but was so late that I never went in the pool, because it was cold and late. Allison, our hostess of sorts, Jon, some people whose names I have already forgotten, and I wrote a MAGNIFICENT song. We rehearsed for hours, grueling over the notes and making sure everyone sang on-key. JK. Things are more fun when they're unplanned, yes? So after about 10 minutes, our crowd gathered, and while we sang, I jumped around in the background, shaking my phalanges and mouthing "JAZZ HANDS!" I ate some food, somersaulted across the elementary school field, and bruised my hip bone. I guarantee that because of that fall, I'll need hip replacent surgery when I'm old and gray. Or old and Gray-Hair-Dyed-a-Natural-Looking-Color. I realize as I type this that I mentioned all this in the previous post, down below, and now I feel stupid. Great. On to the next day of interest.

Friday

I don't remember how Friday started. All I know is, I was about to walk out the door to Megan's, but we were delayed, so I ended up being a half hour late. Not that I shouldn't have expected that. I had a B-L-A-S-T at Megan's, partly because her family is so nice, partly because she has a ginormous pool, partly because everyone there was so weird, and partly because she has really good food. I ate until I burst, and did more James Bond somersaults, because I wasn't smart enough to learn from my previous experience, and therefore smacked my knee against the grass. It was painful to walk up and down the stairs all weekend. Later that night, Jon, Megan, and I went to see Les Miserables, which was really good, and really loud, and difficult to follow. I guess I should have expected that. After all, our theater teacher is certainly NOT known for being a hugger. Or even a high-fiver. Nope. She's more of a "Either you ace my class or fail it" kind of person. I have not been daunted. I refuse to be daunted! Afterwards, Megan slept over my house, and we watched the Cosby Show and Thursday night's SYTYCD results. (I think Kent should win. I love how when he was told he wasn't cut he said "I guess they taught me something back at the farm!" I didn't know Ohio was known for its farms.)

Saturday

I went to my cousin's first birthday party. IDK. Not much to talk about there. A lady came and showed us her woodland animals. She keeps over 100 animals in her home. And she lets her pet SKUNK run around her house unsupervised. I think she's a few chicken nuggets short of a Happy Meal myself, but I'm not one to judge. I am telling you, Tori got more clothes in a half hour than I get all year! Not that I mind. I don't think there are enough days in a year for her to wear all her new outfits. They're all so cute though! On the way back home, Mom and Dad dropped me off at Christina's house, where she was having a Pig Party. Her family bought an entire pig, with eyeballs and everything, and cooked it in their backyard. That is $900 worth of pig. DIS.GUS.TING. Lucky for me, I arrived hours after they cut it up, so all I saw was some nice looking ham sitting in a tinfoil pan. For hours we swam in Christina's pool, and she and Harley (randomlysmileing.blogspot.com) taught me how to dive. My next goal is learning how to do a flip off a diving board. Yiiiiikes. Catherine came at 8, and we gathered all the wee children for a game of Cops and Robbers. This is not your average game of Cops and Robbers. NO. This is Super-Mega-Intense Cops and Robbers. There are no flashlights, it is pitch dark, and you can use the entire neighborhood (the states streets). That is, you could use the whole neighborhood until Christina couldn't find Catherine and I and she thought I was lost and/or kidnapped. Then we were limited to Oregon Rd. All I had were my fancy shoes from Tori's party, so I ran down the streets barefoot and scraped them up pretty good. But it is so unbelievably fun to squint into the darkness, then dive into some stranger's bushes, thinking you saw a Cop. There was no way a Cop was going to catch me though. I think the oldest one was 8 or 9. I even climbed a tree to avoid the nasty little coppers! At one point, when I had to catch the robbers with about five other kids, I heard Christina whispering in the bushes as I chased Catherine past. Catherine is super-speedy, so I knew I wouldn't catch her. I pretended to keep running, but turned around, located Christina in the bush by her white pants, and jumped on her. I screamed. She screamed. She called me something which I cannot put here, for this is a G-rated site. And then I dragged her to jail as I laughed and fought for my breath. That was the most priceless moment of my life.

I won't write about Sunday. Because I'm tired of typing, and I know you're tired of reading. So, it's best that we end here. I'll try to do this daily so you don't have to read for 20 minutes about my life. I'll try to limit myself to taking only 5 minutes of your life a day. After all, there are 70 days left of summer. (I just counted. And by summer I mean the days when I'm not going to school, not today until September 21.)

This post came out looking all wacky, because I copy and pasted some words from a Microsoft Document. Soz! (Soz- interj. A made up synonym for "sorry". Sprinkle it into your daily conversation. It makes life more fun.)
Going to eat more pudding.
Sarah