Dashboard

There is a little blue dog on my moms dashboard. I am only typing this because when I go to my profile it says dashboard. I am typing because if I don't I get all weird, as in too many ideas in my head. And seeing as I have no thought pattern and am not even thinking about what I am writing about, this might not make any sense.
Alright, yesterday at school was entertaining. Yep, yep. I found out like 2 things I shouldn't know, I really shouldn't know. And today, an even worse one that I can't tell anybody or it will be the downfall of more then 1 person. This sucks. I am going to try and make this my longest post. I think I have said this before. Deja Vu. Eek! Thats alright, I've had it before. I have concluded that the only way to get this post the longest its been before is too ramble on endlessly with no thought pattern. Not that hard for me to do seeing as, well....its just not.

Argh!! Too many people talking to me on msn messenger. I need a drink. Not an alcoholic drink either. I just have to make juice, and I don't want to. So I am drinking water. Yay. Not really, we actually had to learn about water today in science. How it had no taste and all this good stuff. Whippee, like it matters.Well, I guess it matters, but its not like people has never tasted water before, we all know its tasteless, why do you think that they advertise 'flavoured' water.

Have you ever heard of the show 'American Idol' I like to laugh at people on it. Just the way they act when a camera is in their face.

DOES ANYONE EVER EVEN READ MY BLOG?

It seems like they don't, they might but I wouldn't have a clue because...well...you people reading don't leave comments saying that you read. Even if its 'I hate you because you write in blogs' fine. I don't really care if you review or not. I just want there to be like a counter or something that tells me how many people have visited my blog. Then at least I know if what I write gets imputted into other peoples brain.

Eek! Craig is online. lets see if he will talk to me. lol. We have weird conversations. Like the fact that he wants my first child in his pants. As in hes going to rape him. Or her for that matter. <-- See what I mean, weird conversations. And conversations about -ddr- a game that you dance in. And how he fell off the stage. Entertaining really, except I wasn't there. He told me. Well, actually it was his screen name, and I bug him about it every once in a while because he is really good at the game and fell off the stage, bwahahahahaaa.

Is my post long enough yet? I have no clue. (still drinking water)

I am so cool! You know why? Can you tell me? Supposedly I am so cool, told to me by others, and they haven't told me why yet. How am I supposed to brag about it if I don't know what it is? This is me joking, seeing as I am a humble little farm girl, minus the farm. And the little for that matter.

I can't wait till baseball season. The only sucky part about moving is that I moved away from a baseball feild that was in my back yard. Now its not...I have a little small backyard. So I have to walk down to an elementary school thats 4kms or so away to practice. That sucks. But I will be a pitcher sooner or later. Until then its backstop for me. Too bad my knees hate me. Its not my fault that I dive for the ball. Its the pitchers. I need to catch the ball so no one steals home or any other base. Stupid off shot pitchers. Brandon was always a good pitcher, but I was afraid of the ball then. So, a predicament, none of my friends play baseball so I can't go play with them, and I just moved so I have to find my glove and fast. And we have no money at the current moment so I have to save with my mom about 80$ to register. That sucks too. I am actually bored of writing....which means I have enough secrets in my head to keep and have let enough other stuff down into cyber space. My head is all good now. But I have a headache, only because of the way my hair was up. Meh, whatever. WWS


P.s. WWS means Will Write Soon