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VAL-VAL!

It's almost Valentine's day! Which isn't Valentine's birthday (She was born in like September) ut since she's named that I thought I'd put this up anyways.


This is an old pic I just wanted to show you how skinny she used to be.. This was actually after she gained some weight.




OMG SHE IS SO CUTES










America's awesommest picture




Okay, after I showed off my kitty-cat... I think she might be pregnant! 8D She's getting like super fat all of a sudden after... Mysteriously disappearing. *cough* So yeah, I think she's pregnant. I'll get a picture of her fatness later but if she does have kittens, I'm guessing they'll be in like late March or April.

The night I was killed...

I was lalalaing gossiping about my brother to my friend, and I was cracking up, so my brother, let's call him J, came in and yelled at me to know what I was writing about. I screamed back that it was nunna his business. Then he attacked me and we got in a little fight, me screaming to go away the whole time, which left me shaking cuz I AM REALLY HUNGRY.
So then I heard him mutter "That's it" and I heard his airsoft gun being filled with ammo, then him search for random things, then it got quiet...
I was still on the computer.

Then the office light was turned off. heard the rattle of his gun and the jingle of the keys in his pocket, a telltale sign J was coming.
Then I saw a hand reach forward and turn off the computer. It was PITCH BLACK now. Then a red light shone from his forhead onto my face. He was wearing that weird headlight. It was really bright, so that it hurt my eyes.
"Where's my knife?!?" he yelled.
"WHY WOULD I HAVE IT?" I yelled back, even though it was sitting on my dresser. He had dropped it and I had kept it.
"GIVE ME MY KNIFE!" he yelled loudly.
"OKAY! I HAFTA GET IT FIRST!"
"THEN GET IT!"
I got up, stumbling through the inky blackness to my room. He followed a few feet away, his gun up. The red light on hi forhead enchanted me. I couldn't look away for fear he'd dash off and look at what I had gossipped about him. Or maybe he'd push me or something.
I made it wakling backwards through the dark into my room and fumbled for the knife. I gave it to him and tried to push back, to escape back into the black halls.
He wouldn't let me. "I have to put it in my pocket." he said, taking his sweet time doing it.
As soon as I could, I raced back here.
I was shaking for like ten minutes, because I am freakishly hungry, not from fear lol. It was the most entertaining thing I had all week.

I'm bored! HUZZZAH!

So yeah, I'm posting pics from like 2006 and 2005 I found randomly. (note how none are of me)




Shadows. dancers! *starts singing cheesy movie song for some cheesy tv show she suddenly remembers*


Iylee (sp)... You have your ears pierced. Wow.



O_O Ricky the spineless coward. LOL!



Dylan is so cute when he was 6!



And if yuu look closely, you can see the writhing, dying spawn of that dead wasp in the background.




Dylan is murdered by the blue thinnnngggg. Bob is incredibly hyped on the snacks she ate at the superbowl dseal and therefore must commentate EVERYTHING!



(His shirt, btw, says "Chill" and has a guy in an ice cube)
I love putting pictures of Jacob up there. tehehe..





*shudders* this picture will torment me forever. I shall always be frightened... I thought they were real... UGH!



Aunt Jenny! HAHAHAHAHA I HAVE A PICTURE OF YOU *laughs maniacaly* I wonder if that crick still has water...



OMG SO CUTES!


Random hobo kid who we trapped in our backyard. We released her after we tagged her.




Forrest is a babe.

PART TWO OF STORY TIME YAY

This one is for Ricky. yeah. Wrote it several years ago.

As I looked out the window of my limousine, I saw a small plume of smoke. It was kind of pathetic, but I knew it could quickly spread. So I ordered my chauffeur to stop the car and Frank, a man who had no point in life except to open the door for me, to let me out. I stepped out and checked on my 10 pedigree thoroughbred horses. They were fine. I took one out and mounted him, trotting towards the smoke. I soon saw it's source, and the scene just wrenched my heart.
There was a man trying to get a fire going on the cold day. His jacket was thin and ragged, with no buttons or zipper and holes in the elbow. His shirt was stained with grease and blood, and the bottoms of his pants were shreds. There was a huge black spot on his thigh - no knowing what THAT was - and there were holes in his knees too. I hastily looked down at my expensive riding outfit, making sure it didn't suddenly change into a pile of rags. This guy could really use a couple hundred bucks. Or maybe a thousand.
I dismounted and sent my professionally trained horse back to the trailer,then began rooting through my wallet. The man still hadn't noticed me.
Suddenly, his pathetic fire seemed to explode in a fiery ball, spitting flames onto his jeans. He screamed in pain and hopped around, dumping what looked like the inside of a filthy water bottle on his leg. the flames went out, leaving an ugly, open wound on his leg. Now he was hurt and had no fire on this freezing day. I kept rooting through my swollen wallet and pulled out a million dollar bill. I would give him this. It would not be a problem to me; I had 30 of them in my wallet alone. The man began to cry, tears squeezing out of his blue eyes and rolling down his dirt-blackened cheeks. I wanted to cry too. His hair was so dirty that I couldn't even tell what color it was.
"Ahem" I said, and the man looked up. He jumped with a little gasp of fear when he saw my 12 attack dogs circling me, but didn't say anything. Suddenly, his eyes brightened. Then he laughed. Hmm, it was a familiar laugh.
"Hey, noob" he said. I almost died! Fury rushed through me. It was Jacob, my old brother! The one who always called me a noob. He was not to get a single penny from me!I turned heel and stomped away, leaving him to sit in the rubble of his own noobishness.

My origional trademark story:

Look for more soon! I wrote this back in 2006.

Oodle and Doodle were testing their invention - Fire Juice. Their idea was to make a juice that would light a fire without the hassle of striking a match. Their test was dropping a few drops of the Fire Juice and seeing how well it burned.

"I'm a little scared", admitted Oodle.

His sister glared at him. "We already know that it won't spread off the paper", she snapped. "The only way we can start a fire is by dumping it all over the clubhouse."

Oodle hung his head. "I don't know", he sniffled.

Doodle felt sorry for being so rude. "I'm sorry", she said, giving Oodle a playful shove.

But that shove was a little too hard and Oodle lost his balance and landed on the tub of Fire Juice, spilling it everywhere! The juice burst into flames.

When Doodle said "it wouldn't spread", she was wrong. The fire raged all over, blocking the door and the windows.

Smoke filled their lungs, and they died.

The End.

PS. I DID SEE THIS!

Haven, Mom, if you're reading this and disagree you were asleep. I remember that road RIGHT THERE, and Pa commenting on how he hoped we had enough gas, and being like totally amazed. Maddy claims we most certainly did not see it but WE DID! It just wasn't as dramatic looking.