i have a car.
i have a car.
my grandpa drove it over from my great grandma's house last night. it's a dark blue 1986 BMW. my friends dubbed it Meatball long ago, so that's what my car's name is. i was locked out of my house for an hour in the rain, so i camped out inside of Meatball and it felt so right. we're perfect for each other, him and me. we fit. his chair caresses my back. his seat hugs my butt. he tells me i'm pretty.
everyone is in agreement that Meatball is the perfect car for me. he's vintage, he's roomy, and he's got a badass car phone. i don't even care that the phone doesn't work.
i've already picked out my car creeper. i just need to go over to bargain box and get him, and then Meatball will be ready to go. too bad i'm not as ready as he is. i still need my license, but hey, that's no big deal!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Excessive Worrying: Junior Year?!
our school schedules are finally up on the fairfield school website. mine goes like this:
1. select choir (A day) / band (B day)
2. spanish 2 (love it)
3. composition (HOLY SHIT)
4. algebra 2 (FUCK)
5. advanced art (yay! i love you)
'A' lunch
forum
6. biology 2 (JESUS CHRIST)
7. P.E.
now, i must tell you how i feel about my seventh period class. in our school, we are required to take a physical education class. that's no big deal, i can deal with that... but if we're forced to exercise, we should have a choice as to how we do it. we used to be able to choose P.E. or weight training, and i enjoyed weight training. i've never been much for P.E. we've done it since elementary, and i was so relieved to be away from it for the last four years of school. now they've taken away weight training from us! we are young adults, and we should be learning to make decisions for ourselves. sure, "P.E. or weight training?" isn't really an important decision to make, but it's something.
it doesn't make sense to me how this is going to work. we've got a whole lot of students. when we had weight training and p.e., they sometimes had to split classes down the middle so that one half went to the weight room and the other stayed in the gym. now everyone's combined? how does that work! i would very much like to petition against this, but i've never petitioned against anything in my life (though i've always wanted to).
my whole schedule just looks more terrifying than any of them i've had so far. last year was as easy as an thirteen year old girl with no daddy. my classes were relaxed and sometimes fun. composition scares the crap out of me! i like to write, but i never finish what i start. i had this story in eighth grade that went on for 149 pages (though i admit that they were double-spaced), but that was just the beginning! if i had continued, there would be so much more to it. things don't just end. if you're writing a story about someone, it should go to the very end of their lives. their story doesn't just end, you know? it's just hard for me to end what i start writing. luckily, though, i have bethany in comp with me.
i always have ashley in my math class. it's really fortunate for me, because i stopped liking math after sixth grade. it was my favorite then, and i did really well, but then i got sent to advanced math the next year and decided that i hated it. it was no fun without mr. bradfield, whom i really liked for some reason. he was a good teacher, though the majority of students seemed to hate him. so i suffered through eighth grade math while i was in seventh grade, and then in eighth grade i started out with ninth grade math and eventually decided, "fuck it. i'm not doing my homework anymore," and opted out of advanced math. so, yeah, i took eighth grade math one and a half times.
so that's why it's great to have ashley in math with me. sometimes neither of us know what we're doing, but usually one of us knows something and then we work together to get the nerve to ask for help. and if we don't ask for help, it's usually her who knows what she's doing. i'm really great at some of the things that she doesn't know much about, but usually she's good with the majority of things, and i don't know what the fuck she's talking about. she's much better at math than i am.
biology 2 is another scary class. we don't have mrs. septer anymore, which depresses the hell out of me because she is the best teacher ever. not only is she fucking crazy, but she's really great at teaching and planting the facts in our brains. she doesn't just tell us that "this is how it is," but she tells us "this is how it is and here's an innuendo that'll help you remember it." i didn't speak to her much at all in the two years i had her, but on the last day of sophomore year, i spun around in the hall and yelled, "mrs. septer, i know i didn't talk to you or anything while in your classes, but i'm really going to miss having you." surprisingly, she replied with, "dani, i know what you mean. i always really looked forward to getting your papers and seeing all of your drawings and commentary. that's what i'll miss most about you."
i am lucky to have ashley and evan in my lunch shift, though i don't think ashley is happy about it. there is nothing that bethany and ashley hate more than being stuck with "the couple." evidently, no matter where we are or what we're doing, evan and i are all over each other. i hardly even notice anymore. it's just instinct at this point. my nerves just scream, "LOOK, IT'S EVAN! QUICK, GIVE HIM AN INAPPROPRIATELY SWEET HUG IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS!" we try to be a bit more discreet with our school ground kisses, but once mrs. septer caught us and screamed very comically. she told the whole class that i had been "sucking face" in the hall, though evan and i only give little pecks good-bye before classes.
there are also the lunch ladies, who all have an eye on me because my grandma is a "substitute lunch lady" and knows them all very well. every lunch lady knows that i'm marilyn's granddaughter. i like the lunch ladies, though. the vegetable lady doesn't even bother with me anymore. she just gives me a look, and i grin and pass her repugnant green vomit. anyway, evan and i have to hide from the lunch ladies when we kiss after lunch or they'll tell my grandma. grandma has called me on more than one occasion just to tell me that i can't date until i'm thirty and that i had better not be kissing that boy because i'm giving him the wrong idea. she's not serious, of course, and she knows very well that i am dating evan. she's fun like that.
it's just scary to think that i've only got two more years before high school is done. i mean, i haven't even got my license. i am getting a car in a matter of days, though. i've already picked out my car creeper and everything! i don't know what to name him, but it'll hit me as soon as i buy him and strap him into my back seat. i'm getting a beamer. or... i think that's what it's called... it's a BMW, anyway. i'm spoiled out of my mind. i grew up poor and now my mom's the most well-known photographer in the area and now she can afford to spoil me, i guess. i feel bad, though, because i intended to pay for my car's insurance, but now the car's coming too soon and i still haven't got a job.
i've got marching band in three hours. phooey. evan's a drum major, did you know? it'll take some getting used to, but i think i'll eventually be happy to have him lurking around the field while we march. though last year he was only three places away from me and would walk over and hang all over me during breaks, even though we weren't dating. i'll miss that, but it won't be so different. and he can help me mark my music! because i'm going to make him help me. i would have bethany help, but she's so far away from me when we march. for a lot of the march, i'm the second closest person to the front of the field. bethany's in the middle. i'm happy, though, because i got placed in between one of my favorite sophomores and a timid freshman. my first words to her were, "hey, are you a freshman? are you terrified out of your mind by all of this?" and she was. i've introduced myself to her as the most incompetent upperclassman in the band. i've told my sophomore that he is my guide, and that all of my steps will be his responsibility. i'm not going to be the asshole upperclassman that screams at the underclassman about being half a step off of where they should be. i'm not such a moron that i can't tell what's right and what's wrong about marching - it comes naturally after a certain point - but i'm not going to scream at poor, scared freshmen.
i can't, actually, because that would make me a total and complete hypocrite.
1. select choir (A day) / band (B day)
2. spanish 2 (love it)
3. composition (HOLY SHIT)
4. algebra 2 (FUCK)
5. advanced art (yay! i love you)
'A' lunch
forum
6. biology 2 (JESUS CHRIST)
7. P.E.
now, i must tell you how i feel about my seventh period class. in our school, we are required to take a physical education class. that's no big deal, i can deal with that... but if we're forced to exercise, we should have a choice as to how we do it. we used to be able to choose P.E. or weight training, and i enjoyed weight training. i've never been much for P.E. we've done it since elementary, and i was so relieved to be away from it for the last four years of school. now they've taken away weight training from us! we are young adults, and we should be learning to make decisions for ourselves. sure, "P.E. or weight training?" isn't really an important decision to make, but it's something.
it doesn't make sense to me how this is going to work. we've got a whole lot of students. when we had weight training and p.e., they sometimes had to split classes down the middle so that one half went to the weight room and the other stayed in the gym. now everyone's combined? how does that work! i would very much like to petition against this, but i've never petitioned against anything in my life (though i've always wanted to).
my whole schedule just looks more terrifying than any of them i've had so far. last year was as easy as an thirteen year old girl with no daddy. my classes were relaxed and sometimes fun. composition scares the crap out of me! i like to write, but i never finish what i start. i had this story in eighth grade that went on for 149 pages (though i admit that they were double-spaced), but that was just the beginning! if i had continued, there would be so much more to it. things don't just end. if you're writing a story about someone, it should go to the very end of their lives. their story doesn't just end, you know? it's just hard for me to end what i start writing. luckily, though, i have bethany in comp with me.
i always have ashley in my math class. it's really fortunate for me, because i stopped liking math after sixth grade. it was my favorite then, and i did really well, but then i got sent to advanced math the next year and decided that i hated it. it was no fun without mr. bradfield, whom i really liked for some reason. he was a good teacher, though the majority of students seemed to hate him. so i suffered through eighth grade math while i was in seventh grade, and then in eighth grade i started out with ninth grade math and eventually decided, "fuck it. i'm not doing my homework anymore," and opted out of advanced math. so, yeah, i took eighth grade math one and a half times.
so that's why it's great to have ashley in math with me. sometimes neither of us know what we're doing, but usually one of us knows something and then we work together to get the nerve to ask for help. and if we don't ask for help, it's usually her who knows what she's doing. i'm really great at some of the things that she doesn't know much about, but usually she's good with the majority of things, and i don't know what the fuck she's talking about. she's much better at math than i am.
biology 2 is another scary class. we don't have mrs. septer anymore, which depresses the hell out of me because she is the best teacher ever. not only is she fucking crazy, but she's really great at teaching and planting the facts in our brains. she doesn't just tell us that "this is how it is," but she tells us "this is how it is and here's an innuendo that'll help you remember it." i didn't speak to her much at all in the two years i had her, but on the last day of sophomore year, i spun around in the hall and yelled, "mrs. septer, i know i didn't talk to you or anything while in your classes, but i'm really going to miss having you." surprisingly, she replied with, "dani, i know what you mean. i always really looked forward to getting your papers and seeing all of your drawings and commentary. that's what i'll miss most about you."
i am lucky to have ashley and evan in my lunch shift, though i don't think ashley is happy about it. there is nothing that bethany and ashley hate more than being stuck with "the couple." evidently, no matter where we are or what we're doing, evan and i are all over each other. i hardly even notice anymore. it's just instinct at this point. my nerves just scream, "LOOK, IT'S EVAN! QUICK, GIVE HIM AN INAPPROPRIATELY SWEET HUG IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS!" we try to be a bit more discreet with our school ground kisses, but once mrs. septer caught us and screamed very comically. she told the whole class that i had been "sucking face" in the hall, though evan and i only give little pecks good-bye before classes.
there are also the lunch ladies, who all have an eye on me because my grandma is a "substitute lunch lady" and knows them all very well. every lunch lady knows that i'm marilyn's granddaughter. i like the lunch ladies, though. the vegetable lady doesn't even bother with me anymore. she just gives me a look, and i grin and pass her repugnant green vomit. anyway, evan and i have to hide from the lunch ladies when we kiss after lunch or they'll tell my grandma. grandma has called me on more than one occasion just to tell me that i can't date until i'm thirty and that i had better not be kissing that boy because i'm giving him the wrong idea. she's not serious, of course, and she knows very well that i am dating evan. she's fun like that.
it's just scary to think that i've only got two more years before high school is done. i mean, i haven't even got my license. i am getting a car in a matter of days, though. i've already picked out my car creeper and everything! i don't know what to name him, but it'll hit me as soon as i buy him and strap him into my back seat. i'm getting a beamer. or... i think that's what it's called... it's a BMW, anyway. i'm spoiled out of my mind. i grew up poor and now my mom's the most well-known photographer in the area and now she can afford to spoil me, i guess. i feel bad, though, because i intended to pay for my car's insurance, but now the car's coming too soon and i still haven't got a job.
i've got marching band in three hours. phooey. evan's a drum major, did you know? it'll take some getting used to, but i think i'll eventually be happy to have him lurking around the field while we march. though last year he was only three places away from me and would walk over and hang all over me during breaks, even though we weren't dating. i'll miss that, but it won't be so different. and he can help me mark my music! because i'm going to make him help me. i would have bethany help, but she's so far away from me when we march. for a lot of the march, i'm the second closest person to the front of the field. bethany's in the middle. i'm happy, though, because i got placed in between one of my favorite sophomores and a timid freshman. my first words to her were, "hey, are you a freshman? are you terrified out of your mind by all of this?" and she was. i've introduced myself to her as the most incompetent upperclassman in the band. i've told my sophomore that he is my guide, and that all of my steps will be his responsibility. i'm not going to be the asshole upperclassman that screams at the underclassman about being half a step off of where they should be. i'm not such a moron that i can't tell what's right and what's wrong about marching - it comes naturally after a certain point - but i'm not going to scream at poor, scared freshmen.
i can't, actually, because that would make me a total and complete hypocrite.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Dauntlessness at Six Flags!
did i even have an "Excessive Worrying" post about going to chicago? i don't think i did! that really surprises me. i kept on moaning and groaning to my friends about how when i went to six flags i was going to have my feet severed or that a ride would collapse while i was on it. i went on and on and on about all the horrible ways that i was going to die.
the trip in itself came up quite suddenly. "hey, your cousin sami invited you to go visit her in chicago," mom said, and i immediately started to panic. i very rarely see sami, so i was worried that we would have nothing in common and that we wouldn't speak at all the whole time. i worried about the ride to chicago because i was going with a strange family member whom i have barely spoken fifty words to in my whole life. i honestly just didn't want to go at all. but if you're stuck with something, you should allow yourself to enjoy it. so i shook off my negative thoughts and i climbed into my great uncle john's car.
the ride was somewhere between four and five hours. we did the whole thing in silence. neither of us spoke at all. i flipped through a far side gallery book before i finally just gave up and stared out of the window for the entire ride. the scenery in illinois is no different from the scenery here, in all honesty. they have different stores, but it's essentially the same. trees, buildings, lakes. blah, blah, blah.
after the long car ride, i finally arrived at lake zurich. i was a little confused, since mom had told me that i was going to chicago, but whatever. lake zurich is close. sami wasn't there at first, but her step mom talked to me and quickly discovered that i was very different from sami in that i was wearing thrift store clothes and didn't wish to change that. she was just asking me what i would like to do, and in moments she discovered that i had no interest in manicures, pedicures, getting my hair styled, or shopping for brand-name clothes. i mean, i wasn't sitting there going, "ew, no," but she figured me out. the whole time i was there, though, my answers were mostly, "i don't care," "sure," "whatever you want to do," and "whatever's convenient." i guess i was trying to be helpful by letting them decide, but i just made decisions more difficult.
the first time i really showed that i could get excited about anything was when we picked sami up from work. she got in and said, "that was the most pointless last half hour of work. i just sat on the floor and listened to my coworkers talk about digimon and pokemon." so of course i screamed, "YES!" and made a fool of myself. but i guess it's good to let people know what is staying in their house, and i let them know right then and there that i am kind of a nerd. well... i don't think i'm a nerd. to be a nerd is something truly spectacular, and it takes work. i have not reached the level of nerdiness to be classified as a nerd quite yet. i may never be. nerds are the rulers of the world. they're everywhere! they're everything! they are the truly elite.
one of sami's half-brothers, nathan, was a total car fanatic. he isn't even three, and he was rattling off more car names and brands than i ever plan to know. "can you get poppie his corvette?" "nay-nay, where's the hummer?" he always knew, too. he even talked about his dad's toyota. i don't know the differences between those sorts of things. toyotas, fords, whatever they are, they're all the same to me.
we went shopping the second day i was there, at some mall called Gurnee Mills. gurnee is the town that six flags is in, but i couldn't even see the coasters from the mall. the towns are much, much bigger in illinois. anyway, the whole mall was an adventure for me. i hadn't seen the majority of most of the stores before, and all the styles in the popular stores seem so silly to me. we spent way too long in rue 21 while i squeezed between giant masses of neon cloth, laughing at the animal prints and getting way too confused over shirts that looked like skirts. a rainbow must have thrown up in that place. i eventually just started grabbing the most insane things i could find so that i could try them on.
i have a question. aren't big breasts good things? don't men sweat to the thought of big, bouncing, luscious breasts? for some reason i've always thought that. but when i tried on these things, my boobs were hanging out all over the place. the dresses and boob shirts all scolded me for having breasts! what the fuck is wrong with you, rue 21? you're supposed to make my chest look really great, not put a stranglehold on my tits.
i ended up getting a vibrant yellow v-neck shirt. that's all i got. after hours of being there, we had barely even touched a quarter of that giant mall. mostly we had just been trying on the fanciest dresses in the fanciest stores. we didn't accomplish much, and soon sami's step mom was stressed out because of the boys' behavior. we got lost trying to leave, and we found a used, red condom on the steps. that was entertaining.
the day after that was the day i had been both dreading and looking forward to since i arrived. we headed toward six flags, and i was surprised to find that i was not feeling sick to my stomach. i felt strangely calm and determined. i wanted to ride all the roller coasters, just to prove to everyone, including myself, that i wasn't a total wuss. i was especially looking forward to Superman, which is a ridiculously dangerous roller coaster that turns you so that your body is more or less parallel to the ground. you go through flips and drops and everything while like that.
here, i'll give you a list of the rides we went on, in no particular order:
the ragin' cajun
batman, twice
the iron wolf
the dark knight (ridiculously long line for a sucky, sucky ride)
superman (I AM A GODDESS)
american eagle, both sides
the viper
the demon (last roller coaster we went on, made us both very light-headed and dizzy for the rest of the day)
king chaos (NEVER AGAIN NEVER EVER EVER EVER MOST TERRIFYING THING EVER)
roaring rapids
uh... some log ride
a double-decker carousel!
i hope i'm not forgetting anything. it was really a fun trip, and sami and i got along just fine, if we weren't just a little awkward.
i tire of this post. i hope you all are very, very sick of reading my ultra long rants.
the trip in itself came up quite suddenly. "hey, your cousin sami invited you to go visit her in chicago," mom said, and i immediately started to panic. i very rarely see sami, so i was worried that we would have nothing in common and that we wouldn't speak at all the whole time. i worried about the ride to chicago because i was going with a strange family member whom i have barely spoken fifty words to in my whole life. i honestly just didn't want to go at all. but if you're stuck with something, you should allow yourself to enjoy it. so i shook off my negative thoughts and i climbed into my great uncle john's car.
the ride was somewhere between four and five hours. we did the whole thing in silence. neither of us spoke at all. i flipped through a far side gallery book before i finally just gave up and stared out of the window for the entire ride. the scenery in illinois is no different from the scenery here, in all honesty. they have different stores, but it's essentially the same. trees, buildings, lakes. blah, blah, blah.
after the long car ride, i finally arrived at lake zurich. i was a little confused, since mom had told me that i was going to chicago, but whatever. lake zurich is close. sami wasn't there at first, but her step mom talked to me and quickly discovered that i was very different from sami in that i was wearing thrift store clothes and didn't wish to change that. she was just asking me what i would like to do, and in moments she discovered that i had no interest in manicures, pedicures, getting my hair styled, or shopping for brand-name clothes. i mean, i wasn't sitting there going, "ew, no," but she figured me out. the whole time i was there, though, my answers were mostly, "i don't care," "sure," "whatever you want to do," and "whatever's convenient." i guess i was trying to be helpful by letting them decide, but i just made decisions more difficult.
the first time i really showed that i could get excited about anything was when we picked sami up from work. she got in and said, "that was the most pointless last half hour of work. i just sat on the floor and listened to my coworkers talk about digimon and pokemon." so of course i screamed, "YES!" and made a fool of myself. but i guess it's good to let people know what is staying in their house, and i let them know right then and there that i am kind of a nerd. well... i don't think i'm a nerd. to be a nerd is something truly spectacular, and it takes work. i have not reached the level of nerdiness to be classified as a nerd quite yet. i may never be. nerds are the rulers of the world. they're everywhere! they're everything! they are the truly elite.
one of sami's half-brothers, nathan, was a total car fanatic. he isn't even three, and he was rattling off more car names and brands than i ever plan to know. "can you get poppie his corvette?" "nay-nay, where's the hummer?" he always knew, too. he even talked about his dad's toyota. i don't know the differences between those sorts of things. toyotas, fords, whatever they are, they're all the same to me.
we went shopping the second day i was there, at some mall called Gurnee Mills. gurnee is the town that six flags is in, but i couldn't even see the coasters from the mall. the towns are much, much bigger in illinois. anyway, the whole mall was an adventure for me. i hadn't seen the majority of most of the stores before, and all the styles in the popular stores seem so silly to me. we spent way too long in rue 21 while i squeezed between giant masses of neon cloth, laughing at the animal prints and getting way too confused over shirts that looked like skirts. a rainbow must have thrown up in that place. i eventually just started grabbing the most insane things i could find so that i could try them on.
i have a question. aren't big breasts good things? don't men sweat to the thought of big, bouncing, luscious breasts? for some reason i've always thought that. but when i tried on these things, my boobs were hanging out all over the place. the dresses and boob shirts all scolded me for having breasts! what the fuck is wrong with you, rue 21? you're supposed to make my chest look really great, not put a stranglehold on my tits.
i ended up getting a vibrant yellow v-neck shirt. that's all i got. after hours of being there, we had barely even touched a quarter of that giant mall. mostly we had just been trying on the fanciest dresses in the fanciest stores. we didn't accomplish much, and soon sami's step mom was stressed out because of the boys' behavior. we got lost trying to leave, and we found a used, red condom on the steps. that was entertaining.
the day after that was the day i had been both dreading and looking forward to since i arrived. we headed toward six flags, and i was surprised to find that i was not feeling sick to my stomach. i felt strangely calm and determined. i wanted to ride all the roller coasters, just to prove to everyone, including myself, that i wasn't a total wuss. i was especially looking forward to Superman, which is a ridiculously dangerous roller coaster that turns you so that your body is more or less parallel to the ground. you go through flips and drops and everything while like that.
here, i'll give you a list of the rides we went on, in no particular order:
the ragin' cajun
batman, twice
the iron wolf
the dark knight (ridiculously long line for a sucky, sucky ride)
superman (I AM A GODDESS)
american eagle, both sides
the viper
the demon (last roller coaster we went on, made us both very light-headed and dizzy for the rest of the day)
king chaos (NEVER AGAIN NEVER EVER EVER EVER MOST TERRIFYING THING EVER)
roaring rapids
uh... some log ride
a double-decker carousel!
i hope i'm not forgetting anything. it was really a fun trip, and sami and i got along just fine, if we weren't just a little awkward.
i tire of this post. i hope you all are very, very sick of reading my ultra long rants.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Why I'm Truly Worthless
this morning, twitter isn't working. it's not even loading the homepage. it's almost as if it doesn't exist. i feel like i can't do anything at all with my life until i can tweet about it. this is wrong. i can't be social this early any other way, though. i can't call people up and talk about random shit; they'll find an excuse to hang up. twitter is the same as texting, and i hoped i would never become addicted to texting. i'm ruuuiiinned!
even the facebook status thing isn't working! what is the matter with today?! is this a test? is this to see who is the strongest without electronics leading them? no, no! this must be the day that computers finally turn on us and take over the world. my laptop is giggling maniacally behind this monitor. she wants tweeple to post on their blogs about twitter being down, and then she wants to take blogger away. soon enough, there will be no way to be social without speaking to anyone at all. that's the best way to be social, though! i don't want to actually see people; that's insane! i only ever see bethany, ashley, evan, and galen on occasion. besides, twitter is for selfish people, like me. we don't have to have conversations, we just keep tabs on everyone and talk about ourselves. though i do rape twitter with bethany and/or ashley quite often. we like sending out massive tweet conversations to all our followers.
regardless of robots taking over the world, i'm sure twitter will be back up in a little while. maybe it is now! i'll go check again and again and again and again and again until it's working! :D)
even the facebook status thing isn't working! what is the matter with today?! is this a test? is this to see who is the strongest without electronics leading them? no, no! this must be the day that computers finally turn on us and take over the world. my laptop is giggling maniacally behind this monitor. she wants tweeple to post on their blogs about twitter being down, and then she wants to take blogger away. soon enough, there will be no way to be social without speaking to anyone at all. that's the best way to be social, though! i don't want to actually see people; that's insane! i only ever see bethany, ashley, evan, and galen on occasion. besides, twitter is for selfish people, like me. we don't have to have conversations, we just keep tabs on everyone and talk about ourselves. though i do rape twitter with bethany and/or ashley quite often. we like sending out massive tweet conversations to all our followers.
regardless of robots taking over the world, i'm sure twitter will be back up in a little while. maybe it is now! i'll go check again and again and again and again and again until it's working! :D)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My Reaction to Watching Pokemon All Night
i just got done watching pokemon with evan, and this is what i have to say:
FUCK YOU, SUDOWOODO; YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE A GRASS TYPE.
also, i always really loved brock. though i sure do wish he would open his eyes. he could better appreciate my curvaceous body if he did. (i am learning to love my chubby body, by the way. thus the term, "curvaceous.")
i used to sit at my biological dad's house and pretend to have my arm around brock.
YES, THIS IS A POST ABOUT POKEMON.
FUCK YOU, SUDOWOODO; YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE A GRASS TYPE.
also, i always really loved brock. though i sure do wish he would open his eyes. he could better appreciate my curvaceous body if he did. (i am learning to love my chubby body, by the way. thus the term, "curvaceous.")i used to sit at my biological dad's house and pretend to have my arm around brock.
YES, THIS IS A POST ABOUT POKEMON.
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