Some more complex examples
"*This page is totally reserved for Grace so go eat a Christmas trees and leave me alone* To the completely insane and candy cane I present the life of this year: Merry Christmas! I'm alive! I'm dead! I found a dead panda on the sidewalk. It was stuffed with shrimp. I like shrimp. I don't like pandas. But I like dogs. Yoda is a cookie. Remember the CIA, Cookies In America. We are out to get you. Hate monkeys. Yum. Food. Cream Puffs are weaklings. Like me. I like cream puffs. Gary vs. Gary. Who will win? Gary loves Gary. Remember the 'incident' yesterday? So much fun, Freddie is mean. I love candy. Candy is made of sugar, sulfur, iodine, and lollipops. Gross. I mean yum. I mean gross. How fun. YAY! My hand hurts. This is still my page! Back off!! *eats moldy lollipop* oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Freddie is very very, very, very, very, very GAY! And mean too. Freddie is a man's man. Hehehehehe *gasps* hehehehehehe. I hate eggs. OMG OMG OMG! I almost go poisoned last night. I ate a parrot for breakfast! I was fasting. I am on a diet. I eat chocolate ice cream everyday. I am suing you for one cent for your inconvenient motorcycle. Stop laughing! It's my cheese! Woof, woof, woof. I am a cat. Isn't this not fun? Ooooh cool! I like me. Fun. We missed Freddie's promotional *starts crying* Not fair! *sniff, sniff* My hand hurts. This page is still mine! *eats tinsel paper* It's Christmas time! *throws pumping at Freddie* I love Christmas! Freddie is gonna get slapped! Gary is um.let me think.PINK! I'm tired of people being mean to me. Ooh let's ride the space capsule tonight! We can snatch people's teeth! Chrissie is obsessed with Freddie cause she thinks he is sexy, even though he isn't. Will you look at that! She is checking him out from her view! Ooh gross! Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala Loafers! Candy! Apple! Grace!"
And that was just the craziest signature I got in my school yearbook. I have got two more that come to show how very weird people turn when I am around. "I can't believe you are making me write in purple -Gary" and "I hope your dream of becoming a wild cow comes true. You act like one, to let you know. Just kidding -Jennifer" and so on so forth. Some might be a little too complex for people's minds, or for normal people who are not used to be around escapees from the mental institute (Grace and me). The best thing is, the title of the yearbook cracks me up, since it makes no sense and it's as lame as this: "over 1000 flavors" meaning all the different people in my old school (since I am going to High School). So funny! Well I shouldn't say, because my friend Eden was in the yearbook staff. But, many apologies to Eden, I'm laughing it. I have seen better, Like last year's: Paws and look around. Paws because our mascot is a panther. Best thing, in the dance, they drew an orange panther. Gary said it was the cheerleaders who had drew the kitty, so it was no wonder why the panther was orange. (A/N no offense to any cheerleader out there, that is just what he said) I guess they meant a tiger, but then realized our mascot is a panther, and not a tiger.
Another thing about our yearbook, is that last year's, they put questions they asked students (one of them was "how do you know when it's time to wash your p.e. clothes?" one of the students, Cailin, answered "when they run and do the track by themselves." Another one replied "when you have green mold growing from the armpits." Now that was some fun). Instead, this year's, they asked only eight graders, and they asked things like "What are the advantages and disadvantages of the recent population explosion at El Roble? It looks like we are going to Woodstock when we are walking out to run the mile." Or another: "There is less space for me to frolic!" or "You think that people say your name more often; but they don't". Oh give me a break! You are the recent explosion of population at El Roble, how can you diss yourselves!? My God, it seems they don't think anymore. Of course neither do I! But that is not the point.
It is also funny how much popularity rules a school. They say it doesn't, and that being popular does no good to you, but trust me, it does. For instance, in this yearbook you will not find nor see a person that is not popular in a picture, that is not your face's picture. And trust me, of all the pictures in there (one too many) the same popular crowd is photographed over and over again. Unfair, is what I say. They took three pictures of my friends, and my class, and they are all gone like gone with the wind. Guess that if you don't have Roxy or Hurley's shirts on, and don't look like a Barbie, then you may not be in a picture, because you are not "cool". AHEM, read my lips: DON'T CARE. I am just showing the unfairness of the community. That is why I am writing all these weird things; to get back at the preps. Half the population of my high school are freaks, including me. And for the best, we are growing at the speed of light. At least the pollution of the school will be fun, and not preppy! (Oh by the way I'm not insulting or criticazing in any way preppy people, because everybody can be whatever they feel like being. Even so, if you have a comment to direct to me, call 1-800-I-don't-care and make an appointment with my lawyer Tom M. Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, You- know-who, and He-who-must-not-be-named)
"*This page is totally reserved for Grace so go eat a Christmas trees and leave me alone* To the completely insane and candy cane I present the life of this year: Merry Christmas! I'm alive! I'm dead! I found a dead panda on the sidewalk. It was stuffed with shrimp. I like shrimp. I don't like pandas. But I like dogs. Yoda is a cookie. Remember the CIA, Cookies In America. We are out to get you. Hate monkeys. Yum. Food. Cream Puffs are weaklings. Like me. I like cream puffs. Gary vs. Gary. Who will win? Gary loves Gary. Remember the 'incident' yesterday? So much fun, Freddie is mean. I love candy. Candy is made of sugar, sulfur, iodine, and lollipops. Gross. I mean yum. I mean gross. How fun. YAY! My hand hurts. This is still my page! Back off!! *eats moldy lollipop* oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Freddie is very very, very, very, very, very GAY! And mean too. Freddie is a man's man. Hehehehehe *gasps* hehehehehehe. I hate eggs. OMG OMG OMG! I almost go poisoned last night. I ate a parrot for breakfast! I was fasting. I am on a diet. I eat chocolate ice cream everyday. I am suing you for one cent for your inconvenient motorcycle. Stop laughing! It's my cheese! Woof, woof, woof. I am a cat. Isn't this not fun? Ooooh cool! I like me. Fun. We missed Freddie's promotional *starts crying* Not fair! *sniff, sniff* My hand hurts. This page is still mine! *eats tinsel paper* It's Christmas time! *throws pumping at Freddie* I love Christmas! Freddie is gonna get slapped! Gary is um.let me think.PINK! I'm tired of people being mean to me. Ooh let's ride the space capsule tonight! We can snatch people's teeth! Chrissie is obsessed with Freddie cause she thinks he is sexy, even though he isn't. Will you look at that! She is checking him out from her view! Ooh gross! Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala Loafers! Candy! Apple! Grace!"
And that was just the craziest signature I got in my school yearbook. I have got two more that come to show how very weird people turn when I am around. "I can't believe you are making me write in purple -Gary" and "I hope your dream of becoming a wild cow comes true. You act like one, to let you know. Just kidding -Jennifer" and so on so forth. Some might be a little too complex for people's minds, or for normal people who are not used to be around escapees from the mental institute (Grace and me). The best thing is, the title of the yearbook cracks me up, since it makes no sense and it's as lame as this: "over 1000 flavors" meaning all the different people in my old school (since I am going to High School). So funny! Well I shouldn't say, because my friend Eden was in the yearbook staff. But, many apologies to Eden, I'm laughing it. I have seen better, Like last year's: Paws and look around. Paws because our mascot is a panther. Best thing, in the dance, they drew an orange panther. Gary said it was the cheerleaders who had drew the kitty, so it was no wonder why the panther was orange. (A/N no offense to any cheerleader out there, that is just what he said) I guess they meant a tiger, but then realized our mascot is a panther, and not a tiger.
Another thing about our yearbook, is that last year's, they put questions they asked students (one of them was "how do you know when it's time to wash your p.e. clothes?" one of the students, Cailin, answered "when they run and do the track by themselves." Another one replied "when you have green mold growing from the armpits." Now that was some fun). Instead, this year's, they asked only eight graders, and they asked things like "What are the advantages and disadvantages of the recent population explosion at El Roble? It looks like we are going to Woodstock when we are walking out to run the mile." Or another: "There is less space for me to frolic!" or "You think that people say your name more often; but they don't". Oh give me a break! You are the recent explosion of population at El Roble, how can you diss yourselves!? My God, it seems they don't think anymore. Of course neither do I! But that is not the point.
It is also funny how much popularity rules a school. They say it doesn't, and that being popular does no good to you, but trust me, it does. For instance, in this yearbook you will not find nor see a person that is not popular in a picture, that is not your face's picture. And trust me, of all the pictures in there (one too many) the same popular crowd is photographed over and over again. Unfair, is what I say. They took three pictures of my friends, and my class, and they are all gone like gone with the wind. Guess that if you don't have Roxy or Hurley's shirts on, and don't look like a Barbie, then you may not be in a picture, because you are not "cool". AHEM, read my lips: DON'T CARE. I am just showing the unfairness of the community. That is why I am writing all these weird things; to get back at the preps. Half the population of my high school are freaks, including me. And for the best, we are growing at the speed of light. At least the pollution of the school will be fun, and not preppy! (Oh by the way I'm not insulting or criticazing in any way preppy people, because everybody can be whatever they feel like being. Even so, if you have a comment to direct to me, call 1-800-I-don't-care and make an appointment with my lawyer Tom M. Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, You- know-who, and He-who-must-not-be-named)