Burger, Anyone?

That first one was a heart. I don't know whose it was, but it says "Cannibal Meat Market" on the sticker.

The second was what you carnivores eat, before it has been prettied up.

Must I even tell you about the third? A dead pig with a butchers knife lying next to it? I think it is self-explanatory.

I am vegitarian, and proud of it. Except for fish. I eat those. For some reason I don't feel half bad for them.

Oh, and that is the reason that I am vegitarian. Pity. My great weakness, for all that care. I can't bring myself to throw away my childhood stuffed animals, let alone let a morsel of real animal pass through my lips.

Actually, on Teen Vegan/Theatres blog, there are a few even nastier photos of condemned animals, but I didn't know what to google to get them. Anyone up for a burger? Maybe some chicken? A steak?

I didn't think so.

Oooooh...

Isn't that thing SO cool? I am thinking that it is a flower- or maybe not. I love the colors and shape. It's all swirly and whooshy and ooooh... Prettiful!

Hola, Stupid!

No, if you are anyone but those boys from my school, I'm sure you are very smart and great.

Just don't read the rest, because it has been written especially for certain (evil) boys. (Or Z, cause you are the only one who is strange enough to remember my URL!) Not that that is a bad thing, it's cool to have people from school reading this. (sffh stands for special friend from homeroom!) You will have to guess who she is!

Anyway, I will tell you this; I do not particularly enjoy being called "stupid". Just for your info. And I now realize that you said that the DANCE was stupid, and yeah, I totally agree! I guess I didn't make it clear enough. Or sarcastic enough. But it could be fun. (and I am still going.)

Anyway, I need you to get a Blogger account. For the following reasons;

1. Certain people have been trying to impersonate you, and if you get an account, no one can do that.

2. I want you to get a blog.

3. I just realized that your parents would never let you get a blog. I wouldn't, if I was your mom.
Remember what you found online @ school, with Nate?

So never mind, don't get a blog.

SEE YOU, um, whenever.

Hmm...

That was me being deep in thought about a dance @ my school. It's for halloween. On October 26 we're supposed to wear our costumes, (I'm a gypsy,) and then go to a dance. I'm going w/ my friends.

Gotta go, to the hospital. My grampa just got hip surgery and I get to visit him again! (I visited yesterday,) More cafeteria food! (Nurses swear a lot!) I won't be back until..well, late.


Seeya!

Aloha!!!

I want to go to hawaii. Plain and simple. Hula dancing, tiki torches- why can't New England be as relaxing and warm as hawaii-and you geography freaks don't spoil my fun with reasons.

Anyway, if any of you live in hawaii, can I come visit you? I will be really polite and I will sleep on the floor if you want me to, but I'm hoping none of you would...

Egad! (love that word!) I must go to the evil, stinking, loud bus. I don't understand how these kids can make such a racket when it's seven in the morning. (Do I sound like an old lady? Ya know, "You hooligans are making such a racket!" type of thing?)