November 1, 2011 Tuesday Mood: Radiblah radihblah blah cho cho choo!
Today was random. I couldn't feel my tongue. I ate all my candy on one sitting. Habit. My stomach hurt so much, and it was like : INSERT WHALE NOISE HERE! BOOGADAH!
My head was like BOOM! My eyes had bags under them. Ash came in the same state. We both had sun glasses on, and everyone thought we got drunk or something. Misty was just staring at me with a GRRRRR BLAH GUUUR BUUURRR glare.
Dawn was all made up and happy with Paul... again. For all the ten times they've fought, Ash and I have probably kissed once. Yeah... Ash and I are too dumb? Iris tells me that. Whitney and Erika are always fangirling when I tell them shit.
Anyways, Drew came up to me again. He gave me a bag filled with candy. I thanked him, and then I threw it in the trash can. Hey, he could have tried to drug me or something. OOOOOBLAH GOOOBLAH!
Haha... that's funny...
I'M NORMAL!
Or so I claim. Should I tell Mom to take me to a physiologist?
Well maybe I should... when she isn't crying. What about Dad? When his tongue isn't down the maid's throat. BLACH! Naaasty. Max is too young to be my physiologist...
SOMEBODY LOVE MEEEEE!
I know! I'll tell Paul. He said he has contacts. Either actual contacts like the one's hermits don't have or eye contacts because he's blind. Who knows. Insert shrug here.
PANCAKES! It's 12PM. I'm going for pancakes so um... later.
~May
Star: Thankies for the support! This story won't be over until 75 entries. Yes, Whitney and Erika are the gym leaders. I don't know what chips. Please keep your hateful opinions to yourself. That was me replying to some reviews from a million entries ago.
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