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Blog post #1
So my teacher- screw her- says I have to write daily blog posts of what happens in my life over this summer. She said she won't read them, but she'll scroll through the posts to make sure I actually did the stupid assignment. Everyone in my class has to write one, or else I'd say she was just singling me out. Like I have time to work on a /blog/ right now. Summer is supposed to be my free time to get caught up on everything I've been putting off all year. I don't do extra assignments. Of course I didn't tell her that. She thinks she's my favorite teacher, and I love the assignment. There's no point in letting my excellent innocent act go to pieces just yet.
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-Oops, got distracted and forgot this computer tab was open. Minecraft is addicting, Blog.
Where was I? Oh right. Awful teachers. *Glares at screen* I'm going to run her through with my violin bow and then use it to rip out her intestines. Or maybe I should poison her tea. What do you think, Blog?
Got to go. My new library book is calling to me- as is my mom. *Sigh*
- Jo signing off
(One entry down, about two hundred left to go)
Blog post #2
It's late, I'm at the library with a bunch of loser boys from school who are currently watching me type- although, honestly, I don't know why they're even here.
We're one week into summer, and I sort of...accidentally on purpose forgot about this blog until one of my friends reminded me of it. Repeatedly. She's a teacher's pet, like I pretend to be, and she's already filled half of her blog up with entries. -_-
Ah well, I suppose I'd better get cracking. Maybe I'll work on my angst story in the blog space. It's not like anyone's going to read this, and it'll help make things seem less empty.
-A boy just grabbed my ipod (On which I'm typing this) and READ a line before I could get it back. He is DEAD. I hate this library- they make me leave my throwing knife with them in case I hurt someone with it. Of course I'd hurt someone. That's what knives are for! He's snickering with his friends, but he won't be for long. I'll have to decapitate him with Day of Doom- horrible book, a little blood would improve it.
Ugh, I hate boys. He shoved me into a bookshelf when I punched his nose, and now my back aches, I can't find one of my library books, and I'm going to be late for music practice. Again. -_-
Whyyyy is a boy coming my way and smiling? And why is he holding my library book?
-Jo signing off
Blog post #3
Okay, so I checked my blog this morning and apparently... I have three followers and one comment? Someone wanted to know who the boy was that gave me back my book. o-O
I want to state to whoever is stalking me that this is a private blog. *Clicks the block button*
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Creeps. (Unless it's my internet friends. In that case...you're still creeps, but I won't rip your intestines out...yet. ;) )
Went on a hike with my parents, today. It was good weather- even though hiking sucks. I think I twisted my ankle when I came back down, but I did see a really cool bird with a mouse in its beak. I wish I could draw it.
-Jo signing off
Blog post # 4
Ugh. I need coffee, but I think I drank the last of it last night. -_- I have to leave for a soccer game in five minutes, and I can't find my jersey.
- Oh wait, I found it. What is that stain? ...I think it's ketchup. Ketchup is splattered all over the front of my jersey. It looks like I just got massacred by a chain saw. This would normally be awesome, but I can't wear it to the game. -_- What the hell am I supposed to do if my jersey's stained? Go in my bra?
Uh oh, my mom just barged in and said we have to leave now.
...Crap.
Blog post # 5
It's half time, Blog. It's raining, and I've successfully injured three boys on the other team. My coach calls me his weapon of mass delivery on the field because I can kick butt and bring back the trophy at the same time.
-Uh oh. I just looked his way. Even though I scored four of the six goals we've made, he looks like he's about to have an aneurysm. Whatever, Coach. I know I'm not wearing my uniform.
And no, I'm not in my bra either. You're such a perv, Blog. -_- I managed to grab a random shirt with my team's colors before my mom dragged me to the car.
I left my water bottle at home. Great. Now I'm super thirsty. The other team has a bunch of plastic water bottles in a large cooler. A whole cooler filled with water bottles.
...I'm going to go steal one.
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Mwhahaha, I've got one. Idiots. They didn't even see me coming. Some kid came in late, and they were all too busy yelling at him to notice me stealing their stuff.
There's the whistle. Half time's over.
-Jo signing off
Blog post # 6
Okay, is it just me, or are people really, really bored? This is the second time I've gotten random comments on my blog posts. *Blocks every person who ever existed and then throws them into a black hole*
Now people keep wanting to know if I hurt boys because I have secret crushes on them.
WTH? NO.
Stop commenting. Seriously. Get LIVES. You do NOT want to make me angry. Today has NOT been a good day for me. My mom confiscated my throwing knives, but I have other methods of ripping your intestines out.
-A murderous Jo signing off
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Shades Of Summer
Romance"Dreaded entries. We never asked to write them. We didn't want to write them at all, but Fate didn't really care what we wanted..." (A collaboration written by MyVeryWildImagination and A Pencil in her hand)
