Homework.

Is what I'm doing.

Or, rather, was doing. I wrote the best story in that English packet. It was about a sheriff named Sally Nickels who wrangles dinosaurs, including a baby-stealing velociraptor. 

It was made of win.

It was legen-

Wait for it-

OMG, Neal Patrick Harris. Soooo funny in "Undercover Brother". I'm actually gonna try and watch the Emmys because he's hosting.

Speaking of Emmys....

Speaking of red-carpet...

Speaking of dressing up... I can never make up my mind whether or not to wear high heels to school. The block schedule means that I would never be walking far enough to make my feet hurt, and I love the way they look with outfits and how they make your legs look awesome, but I face an unfortunate problem:

me+high heels= taller than all the boys

Which I wouldn't mind if I wasn't trying to court someone.

Haha, old-fashioned words. I like that better than "trying to get together with" or some such modern slang.

I feel cruddy. But my purty painted finger and toe-nails are cheering me up. I'm so classy! :D

Gotta get those fingers to work through my homework.

-Dary!

It was legendary.