Chex Mix and Billboards

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Today for breakfast I had a fun sized Chex mix bag, and it was good. The only thing I didn't like, was the pretzels. The pretzels were so bad, I left them to rot at the bottom of the bag. My favorite part of Chex mix are those little brown ovals, they are so good.

I sometimes type as if I am completing a journal entry for elementary school bell work. I still have the entries in my Chromebooks files. I learned that the school never buys new Chromebooks, unless there broken and there's not another Chromebook to pass down. I wonder who had my Chromebook before me. I hope it's a girl, and that when they looked through her files and factory reset the Chromebook, they found a bunch of book ideas and poems.

I am aware I am a bad writer. That's why I deleted a ton of my books soon after they've been published. Maybe that is why my only continuous book is a diary, where I can't spill all my secrets, afraid of the consequences. I only make crack fics or how to do stuff books.

My friends brought this up to my attention, they were looking at my account and they found the how to use the restroom book. I don't think they got the point though, as they kept asking why someone would need to read that. My humor is so advanced, I find anything funny. Except those cringe white moms who post pictures of themselves making dumb faces and putting in the caption "I'm so silly!"

Today was a good day, other than going to my dad's tax company three blocks away to give them some paperwork. I thought it would be the other way around. And once I walked all the way back home, I had to walk my dog, Nixion.

Nixion got into a fight with my other dog, Loka. Nixions skull is kinda caved in :(. And he is still limping. It doesn't look like it at first, but once you get closer you realize he's not hopping in joy.

There's a lot of construction in my city right now. Yesterday it was pouring rain. Usually, i would listen to music, but it was different.

I was watching Toby Maguires Spiderman. I love the beginning of it. It starts with him explaining how his life was ignored in the past, but now everything has seemed to be working.

I also watched Andrew Garfields spiderman. His was so realistic, it was fun to watch. I want to be a scientist and create some of the things Peter Parker can create, but that job would have been too boring for me.

America makes me tired. Would rather live in Europe, just without the accent. Or maybe Australia. they're basically the same thing, there all in Europe anyways.

There's 7 continents

North America, South America, Asia, Europe.

That's only 4

Africa

That's 5

Is antarctica a continent?

I'm not so sure.

Im finna search it up

It's already on my recent searches, but I don't recall searching them.

I don't feel happy today.

Asia, Africa, Europe, North America, South America, Australia, Antarctica.

I like Europe, it's the only one without an A

Antarctica is so special, it is it's own continent. That's so cool. I hope I get to experience a continental drift.

It would be so cool.

Today I saw a porno billboard while my dad was driving us to his soccer game.

It had a devil and a long tongue coming out of it.

Do you think that they put it on there because of pain kinks on the site, or do they put a devil on there because it is considered a sin.

I wouldn't ever post my body on something like that. It would be scary.

I have ice burns on my arm. It hurts. It was when I was playing with dry ice, I stook my arm in there. It was at my dad soccer game... I don't know why it was there. Maybe to cool the players down, or special effects.

My arms are just really red and irritated, almost like poison ivy without the itch, just sharp pain.

My neighbors are having a cook out, I can't let my dogs outside until the finish. I hope my neighbors end the cookout, so I can go outside. Its pretty out today, and it still has pretty clouds from the thunderstorm yesterday.

I wanted to spend time with my mother this weekend, but as usual my dad came to pick me up. I had to call my mom for him to start feeding me and taking care of me. I asked why I even come to his city. He tells me to spend time with him. But he's always upstairs and I'm always down, he hardly checks up on me unless he has errands to run.

When I was little, I told my mom he left me home for 4 hours so I wouldn't have to see him again.

It's one thing that I told on him

I wish it was a lie, I wish I didn't snitch

He's Muslim and so is my mom. My dad's Arabic and she's white.

Sometimes I believe that he just says he believes in Allah so my mom will stay with him. The only reason she's with him is because he's Muslim

I don't think I want to be Muslim

I don't understand the concept of believing God, and everyones only made me feel bad for it. Me and my friends at lunch time pray before our meals.

There's only one religious person that sits with us.

Her name is Diana.

It's such a pretty name for such a bitchy girl.

She's nice to me, but she talks behind my back and starts rumors of the friend group

I don't tell anyone that tho, I don't want to be in a drama filled group again.

My friends keep fighting every other day, and me and this one friend fight a lot. I let her get her way now, to avoid getting blamed.

I don't have a best friend as my best friend left the friend group because of a prank I did on her.

After that I removed a lot of people on my friends list, but not her. She already removed me.

She was my best friend and I was hers.

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