Life. It [Continues]

It's time for a blog and my 200'th one at that!!
What's new in the life of me?
[Why do I choose to write really late at night...or late for me anyway?? Because as soon as my fingers hit the keys just now, my eyes got reelly heavy. ]
I don't know why I'm tiredd. Maybe it's that Checkers burger and milkshake I ate a bit ago. After bowling, we made a pit stop and ate outside. Mad weird. Not too many places will allow kids to walk through the drive thru if the order isn't right or let each person in the car pay separately. It's their fault. That's what they get for closing the inside but yet staying open until 12:00.

I feel like there's so much interesting stuff that happens and so many things I see that are really..i don't know..more exciting but as soon as I sit down to flex my creative muscles everything just poofs and goes away.
I'm about to start carrying a notepad. That's so 'tarted and I wouldn't ACCTUALLY do it but it came up in creative writing today and one girl actually admitted to doing it. It's hardcore. I don't know if I could do it.

What I DID do today:
-Studied for an hour in the lybarry
-Took the math test (and won)
-Hated on the french language (with spanish thoughts) (no literally)
-Came up with some story brilliance
-Bowled a 76 (i don't recommend simultaneously playing UNO)
-Watched a full live episode of BB...live

This is pathetic. I wish I could be more clever. I'm straining this here. It's like, ehhhh..I can't stand the sound of chewing...making me nauseous..

How much longer can I draw this out?

Well, luckly (for me) I am tired. One of these days I'm a gonna try to write when I can actually write. This is all senseless, disgusting, tooth sucking, grossness.

Wooohoooo 200 blogs.
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