I'm back!

~In good news for me, I painted some ceramic bears today (I'll post pics when I'm done), I learned to re-love Shania Twain's music, and the beach was fun as all heck. I loved it, and tried one of those "Choco Taco" things from an ice cream cart. I also won this little stuffed *NOT TELLING YET!* that'll be the mascot of the little RP thing I have going with Woof91. We call ourselves HappyBasket.

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~In bad news, I can't do an impression of Billy Mays now without crying. That's the sixth death in one week. TOTAL SUCK, ISN'T IT?! I also got burnt to a crisp and couldn't wear pants or shorts unless they were rolled into HOT PANTS. EW, I KNOW. You've all been scarred for life now, aren't you? My forehead and, somehow, MY ARMPITS got burnt. YEAH. I'M CONFUSED TOO. Lastly, I was dragged to my dead grandfather's grave right when I was at my happiest, after painting and pizza and tons of candy and pink lemonade. I'm still crying. He's been dead since '98, and the first death I experienced. It's still so hard...


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Oh well, it's all over now. To put that happily, Billy Mays is having a good time selling teflon halos. Good living. Alex the Friendly Ghost got some color, and my grandpa was honored. I also had some kick-butt pizza.

Okay, no more ranting. See ya.

~Peacestar