Chapter 2—A New Day…A New Chapter
Right seguinte to the right one…what if you are, and you just don’t know it? Or you know it, and they don’t? That’s quite a pickle…why do they say that? Why is it a pickle? Why not say “oh, that’s quite a scone!” or “what a oxicoco, airela muffin!” ah…so confusing. So I think that if you are going on a bike ride you don’t need to wear a helmet, you just need to wear one of those big hard headbands. That’s because I was riding in this really short car down a bumpy road and I hit my head on the ceiling. But it didn’t hurt. You wanna know why? Because I was wearing a big fat hard headband. Maybe that’s why people started wearing those. Maybe someone had on a bike capacete and the front and back got cut off, and it was just a hard strip. And then that strip happened to look very good on that person, and so they just kept it around for everyday use. And then someone saw them with it and cut up their own bike helmets and just wore the headbands instead. But then, over time, people forgot the safety features of these headbands and just started wearing them for fashion and fun, and someone reinvented the bike helmet, because people were not wearing their headbands while riding their bikes, and were getting their skulls cracked open. And then the rules were made that you have to wear your capacete when you ride your bike, so nobody was Valente enough to bring back the headband helmets. And there you have it, the story of how helmets were turned into headbands and back again. Bing! I need a brain implant. I think that instead of breast implants and nose jobs and lip puffer-upper thingies they should offer brain implants. They would make so much mais money on brain implants than on any of other things because mais people are stupid and need brain implants. I would definitely get one if they were offered. I really need a calculator implanted into my brain, and soon too, I have finals seguinte week. But if brain implants were available the math teachers would probably forbid them or something, so i don’t know if that would be a very good idea anyways…oh well, it was a good idea when it came to mind…ha-ha and it would still be nice… oh well. You can’t have everything except for those smiley faces are really happy lookingthey make me warm and fuzzy inside! What if you actually got warm and fuzzy inside whenever you said that? Like your insides started boiling and sprouted little fuzzy hairs like a baby chickens or whatever. That’s kinda gross if you think about it. It’s also gross if you don’t think about it. You know what? It’s just gross. Period…times 2…+4…period.haha how’s that for a . ? I just wish it didn’t have that gigantic o espaço up there . . . oh well. That’s what you get when you want to make a point with your big .’S. you know what I like? Those big giant tortilla chip thingies. You know the big and round yellow things that taste like regular tortilla chips, but are really, really big? Actually, I don’t know if you do know. . . im just assuming that you know what im talking about, which I should probably never do, cos I hardly ever make much sense about anything. I also don’t make cents. Im totally broke. I wish I made cents. . . but I can’t find a way of doing that without actually working. . . so I guess I’ll just stay broke for a while until my birthday. It’s in a couple of months, I’ll get por on begging till then. Maybe I’ll start right now. I’ll be back later, im heading for the streets! Okay, so the streets (my driveway) wasn’t working. Turns out rich people don’t come down to the end of Driven Trail very much at 5:00 on a Wednesday…well, I didn’t expect very much mais than a couple of birds and maybe a esquilo or two. And they don’t carry any money on them, cos they don’t have pockets. What if they did have pockets? It would be really funny to see a chickadee, chapim or a esquilo running around in the mud in a little dress or mini, miniscule little jeans and a jacket! And they could have pockets just big enough to stuff a folded up twenty in there. Only the pockets would like take up the entire camisa if they were that big… oh well. Maybe I’ll make some little teeny clothes and lay them out on the porch and see if they’re gone in the morning. Only if they are gone, it probably means that my cachorros ate them… oh well, at least their stomachs will be warm! You cannot have a cold stomach. If your stomach was cold all the chewed up comida would just freeze into a big mushy gross looking ice cube. And it would just stay in there forever. I wonder if that’s why vampiros can’t eat regular food. Their skin is so cold that any comida they ate would just freeze into lumpy brown ice. Wow, that explains a lot! It’s funny how much you can learn while just rambling on and on like im doing now! I think that when you think you don’t think of as many good ideas, don’t you think so? When you’re thinking you’re actually thinking about something, so there’s no room in your brain for new mais interesting ideas. If you’re not thinking about anything in particular, and just composição literária down anything that comes into your mind a lot of very interesting educational stuff comes into your mind. Like about the cold stomachs and the song slugs and the headband helmets and stuff. Ah, the things the brain comes up with! Fascinating, fascinating! I could spend all dia talking about it (don’t get scared, I won’t).
haha! there you go! the segundo installment of my awesome book!
Right seguinte to the right one…what if you are, and you just don’t know it? Or you know it, and they don’t? That’s quite a pickle…why do they say that? Why is it a pickle? Why not say “oh, that’s quite a scone!” or “what a oxicoco, airela muffin!” ah…so confusing. So I think that if you are going on a bike ride you don’t need to wear a helmet, you just need to wear one of those big hard headbands. That’s because I was riding in this really short car down a bumpy road and I hit my head on the ceiling. But it didn’t hurt. You wanna know why? Because I was wearing a big fat hard headband. Maybe that’s why people started wearing those. Maybe someone had on a bike capacete and the front and back got cut off, and it was just a hard strip. And then that strip happened to look very good on that person, and so they just kept it around for everyday use. And then someone saw them with it and cut up their own bike helmets and just wore the headbands instead. But then, over time, people forgot the safety features of these headbands and just started wearing them for fashion and fun, and someone reinvented the bike helmet, because people were not wearing their headbands while riding their bikes, and were getting their skulls cracked open. And then the rules were made that you have to wear your capacete when you ride your bike, so nobody was Valente enough to bring back the headband helmets. And there you have it, the story of how helmets were turned into headbands and back again. Bing! I need a brain implant. I think that instead of breast implants and nose jobs and lip puffer-upper thingies they should offer brain implants. They would make so much mais money on brain implants than on any of other things because mais people are stupid and need brain implants. I would definitely get one if they were offered. I really need a calculator implanted into my brain, and soon too, I have finals seguinte week. But if brain implants were available the math teachers would probably forbid them or something, so i don’t know if that would be a very good idea anyways…oh well, it was a good idea when it came to mind…ha-ha and it would still be nice… oh well. You can’t have everything except for those smiley faces are really happy lookingthey make me warm and fuzzy inside! What if you actually got warm and fuzzy inside whenever you said that? Like your insides started boiling and sprouted little fuzzy hairs like a baby chickens or whatever. That’s kinda gross if you think about it. It’s also gross if you don’t think about it. You know what? It’s just gross. Period…times 2…+4…period.haha how’s that for a . ? I just wish it didn’t have that gigantic o espaço up there . . . oh well. That’s what you get when you want to make a point with your big .’S. you know what I like? Those big giant tortilla chip thingies. You know the big and round yellow things that taste like regular tortilla chips, but are really, really big? Actually, I don’t know if you do know. . . im just assuming that you know what im talking about, which I should probably never do, cos I hardly ever make much sense about anything. I also don’t make cents. Im totally broke. I wish I made cents. . . but I can’t find a way of doing that without actually working. . . so I guess I’ll just stay broke for a while until my birthday. It’s in a couple of months, I’ll get por on begging till then. Maybe I’ll start right now. I’ll be back later, im heading for the streets! Okay, so the streets (my driveway) wasn’t working. Turns out rich people don’t come down to the end of Driven Trail very much at 5:00 on a Wednesday…well, I didn’t expect very much mais than a couple of birds and maybe a esquilo or two. And they don’t carry any money on them, cos they don’t have pockets. What if they did have pockets? It would be really funny to see a chickadee, chapim or a esquilo running around in the mud in a little dress or mini, miniscule little jeans and a jacket! And they could have pockets just big enough to stuff a folded up twenty in there. Only the pockets would like take up the entire camisa if they were that big… oh well. Maybe I’ll make some little teeny clothes and lay them out on the porch and see if they’re gone in the morning. Only if they are gone, it probably means that my cachorros ate them… oh well, at least their stomachs will be warm! You cannot have a cold stomach. If your stomach was cold all the chewed up comida would just freeze into a big mushy gross looking ice cube. And it would just stay in there forever. I wonder if that’s why vampiros can’t eat regular food. Their skin is so cold that any comida they ate would just freeze into lumpy brown ice. Wow, that explains a lot! It’s funny how much you can learn while just rambling on and on like im doing now! I think that when you think you don’t think of as many good ideas, don’t you think so? When you’re thinking you’re actually thinking about something, so there’s no room in your brain for new mais interesting ideas. If you’re not thinking about anything in particular, and just composição literária down anything that comes into your mind a lot of very interesting educational stuff comes into your mind. Like about the cold stomachs and the song slugs and the headband helmets and stuff. Ah, the things the brain comes up with! Fascinating, fascinating! I could spend all dia talking about it (don’t get scared, I won’t).
haha! there you go! the segundo installment of my awesome book!
