by ZombiePoodle » Tue Jun 28, 2011 6:15 am
Dear Bob,
So yeah, the mall was great.
Lot's of new clothes for me, and Susan too. Rella came, of course.
I'm still not so sure how I feel about her...though she seems kinda nice. And I think part of her being mean to me was because I was richer than her, and I'm only kinda trying to rub this in Bob.
I don't really care much about being rich-ish though. It all comes from my dad's job, he's some kind of business man. Mom only works as a principle because she likes it.
Hmm, oh yes, while I was at the mall, I kinda ran into Emmie and Clair.
Ackward is all I can really say. They're still mad at me.
Ugh, I am SUCH AN IDOIT.
I wish they would believe me when I said I was sorry.
I just sighed out loud in case you care, seeing as you can hear me. Actually, come to think of it, you can't even understand what I write here, because you don't even have a brain.
Uggghhhh.
Maybe I should go before I kill myself with thoughts similar to, 'I wonder if my journal really DOES have a brain, but I DON'T. And maybe it's, like, controling me.'
I know, I'm not even making sence.
That's not possible.
Or is it?
Oooo-kaaay.
Me leaves now.
~Carmen
Just a short little entry because I had a bit of time.
I didn't really know what to write about, and this is as far as I got with some random blabbering. Hopefully the next entry will be long and have a point to it...