Random Crap

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Hi. First I am sorry about the cuss word but you know, whatever. Second I am so sorry that  I have not updated in FOREVER, I have had a lot going on, my birthday was this last weekend and we had to clean house and crap like that, and I have finals coming up so I have been studying and then by the time I can get on to Wattpad I don't want to type. And also this last weekend I had a 5k, and there was a booth thingy mi-jig that had drawstring backpacks that you could write on with markers, and I wrote "It's my birthday" on it, and just after we crossed the start line (we were all in a line I was on one of the outside sides) right before the first turn three boys, all of them between the ages of 10 and 13 ran by my group, the one that ran by me, that looked like he was about 12 maybe 13, but I think 12 at oldest, said "Happy Birthday" as he ran by and it scared the crap out of me, and when he was a little ahead of me I said "thank you" and he turned around as I said it and I smiled as I said it and he kind of half smiled back. And the other two boys that ran on the other side of my group looked at him after he turned around and had the face of "wtf" and they looked confused. And people said that all throughout the 5k and I saw my dance teacher's son.  Apparently when the first kid said it I turned red, but I mean come on all of the three guys were at least a little cute, and come on the one that said that had the brown eyes, brown hair combination. Oh yeah, Africa doesn't like Pretzel anymore. And everyone either thinks he likes me (yeah right, I wish though) or they ship us, or they think we would look cute together and Africa pretty much started it too. I had the problem today when we were working on our study guides during Social Studies, every single time Pretzel said something all I would here was the dirty/weird part of whatever he said, and every single time he said something like that I would look at him then he would look at me (because he knew what part of the conversation I heard because I had that look on my face) he would smile and say "what" and then I would start laughing, and he would do that every time. And when we went outside (it was nice out) and we were "quizzing each other on our study guides", totally not talking about whatever came to mind (Africa at one point start quizzing me on Pretzel, I got all of the questions right) and, since I was laying down and had my arms over my eyes, when I was thinking, in the middle of my sentence and was about to start talking again, Africa put a rock on my mouth, a rock. A ROCK (more like a pebble but whatever). And I bolted upright and was like, spluttering (Pretzel and his partner looked at my like I was crazy, but they were kind of close to our group (we where there first) and yes I did say "you put a rock on my mouth" multiple times, but I was a little surprised. And then her and my other partner started throwing pebbles at me, one went down the   front of my shirt, then Africa put one down the back of my shirt and I moved to get it out (lol) and then it went down the back of my shorts. At one point my paper did blow away but Africa got it back. Then we went inside (earlier Africa said she would give me a piece of gum) so I kept asking and then when she wouldn't give me a piece I did the rational thing, I pouted, and then Pretzel started mocking me and he pouted too, so then I had a hard time keeping a straight face. And Africa kept saying that we would make a great couple and we look cute together, and that would leave both Pretzel and I red (or at least pink) and spluttering saying that we don't like each other. I have to go take a shower. Bye Y'all.  

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