Hello again blog. We're all in the library again, and Melissa is being funny in her blog. She amuses me. Today was cool, I don't really feel like anything overly exciting happened. So it's whatever. My life is boring.
Mrs. Jones is on the computer next to me. She's investigating some Skype scandal. I am unaware of the fact that there is Skype on these computers. Did you know that the chairs in the library are the best spinny chairs ever? It's true. You should go down to the library and spin in them for like 3 hours. Assuming it won't give you brain damage. Even then, it is WORTHY brain damage. I think it's the best thing EVER.
Melissa is typing about a secret question about secret identity crisis thing something. Spoiler alert if you haven't read it. She wants to be a circus. Literally. She likes lemon pound cake also.
Is it against the rules of life to write about another person's journals Mister Mitchell? If so, I'm breaking the law breaking the law dun dun dun.
My hair is so long now. It's PAST MY SHOULDERS. 2 years ago, the back of my head was practically bare. 2 inches long, at most. A lot has changed since then. High school sucks, it's taken away my innocence and life and joy and happiness, and everything that was once reliable is now dead or AWOL. High school is the cause of global warming. High school eats puppies. And kittens. And love. It's like an open-fire machine gun attached to a merry go round (you know, those things that you push to get it going really fast? That kind) with a bunch of puberty-stricken children surrounding it. That is high school in a morbid and vivid mental picture.
I would like to conclude this blog by saying, the absolute value of a minus e is wiggle.
Bye, Mister Mitch.
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