Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Girl That Stank

Once upon a time there was a girl that stank very, very bad. When she tried to make conversation with the children at school they all ran away in fright. When she asked her teachers questions they had to stand exactly six feet away or else their eyes will burn and water, same with her parents. Also half of the people this girl meet all vomited because of her intensely, physically powerful, disgusting odor. Because the girl was such a social butterfly, she talked to many people, and all those people vomited. The world vomited so much that the government ran out of ways of cleaning it up. Therefore, all the plants and grass died of all the acid of the vomit. That lead to the world not being able to eat cookies. CAN YOU IMAGINE A WORLD WITHOUT COOKIES! No, no one can. When the girl realized how bad she stank, and that she couldn’t live in a world with no cookies, she decided to try to change her odor. Therefore she bathed in Febreez. It worked, the Febreez worked! The next day she went to school normally and the children ran away in panic, but then came back in delight of her new odor! The vomit all around the world slowly started to disintegrate. And yes, THE WORLD WAS ABLE TO EAT COOKIES AGAIN!

This story was to all the people in the world that stink. Take showers regularly so people won’t fill the Earth with vomit, because if we don’t…WE WONT HAVE COOKIES! :]

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Dreadful Day

It’s a perfect sixty-five degree morning, but you don’t know that is it going to be the absolute worst day of your life! First your bus driver skips you at your stop because he is an inconsiderate jerk. Then you have your first argument with your best friend. Thirdly, you get your preterit vs. imperfect Spanish test back and yes, you failed. You think if your day can get any worse; it just did! Your mother emails your school email address and states that your gold fish Mambo died today. Also she says that she already flushed Mambo down the toilet to handle all the pain that you would have had if you witnessed the flushing of your gold fish. You get so angry that you screech “Why?” in Physical Science class. You teacher lectures you about unnecessary noises. If he only knew.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Michael Jackson Concert

You leave school five hours early for the once in a lifetime experience. The secretary is also excited for you and your friend who are going to the concert. Your mother blows her obnoxious horn to let you know that she is here, then you and your friend sprint and scurry into the car. The car accelerates out the school parking lot. You and your friend have on your black and gold Michael Jackson shirt that you purchased from a kiosk at May Fair Mall. After the two hour drive to Chicago, Illinois you find a parking spot in a highly populated street. Your mother, friend and you dash to the line filled with Michael Jackson fans. After your thirty minute wait in the line, you finally get into the arena where Michael was going to perform. You and your friend have a spazz attack and can’t even believe that you are finally there, right in front of the stage where Michael was going to perform. Your mother was sure to get first row seating for all of you, and especially for her. She is also a very huge fan of Michaels.

After ten minutes, the best entertainer, singer, and dancer there ever was, comes out of the curtains and the crowd goes wilder than ever! He had his Billie Jean outfit on with his brief case and hat. Michael walks to his stool and sets his brief case on the stool, opens it and takes out his legendary white glove. Spotlight shines incredibly bright on Michael while he adjusts his white glittery glove. The Billie Jean beat comes on and Michael does his signature move, however his moves look fresh every single time. Your friend starts crying with excitement! You also start crying while your mother horribly imitates Michael’s moves. You look around and you see thousands of people in the arena. You think this is going to be a long, ecstatic, breath taking night!