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Thursday, December 8, 2011
NO MORE ACTING CLASSES!!, A Sad, Sad Story..also, a Birthday, Old Souls, and a Certain Creepy Monkey.
So now I'm very sad. And I assume you're wondering why. It's because.....................
(DRAMATIC PAUSE)...........NO MORE ACTING CLASSES!!!!!!!!!! :( :( :( :( :(
This is the part where you say, "Oh no, quintuple sad faces!! This must be REALLY bad!!!" And it is. Because NO MORE ACTING CLASSES!!!!!!!!! means no more going into Port Jeff. No more seeing Gwen every week. No more Starbucks. No more laughing to death. No more Old Souls (I'll explain this freaky part later) in the mall. And.....the worst of all. NO.MORE.STALKER.MONKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Those who have read the post before this will understand the capacity of this problem, and how devastated I am.) So that's why I'm practically dying of sadness.
BUT now I'll tell you..my sister turned sixteen today!! So that's a cause of major happiness that ALMOST cancels out my desolation of NO MORE ACTING CLASSES!!!!!!!!, but probably only for now. Now, the Old Souls. The first time we walked through the mall to Starbucks, in the FIRST SHOP WINDOW we saw, hanging on a Christmas tree, an extremely creepy doll-fairy-thing. Dressed in a pink, sparkly body-suit, it was winking in the freakiest, most menacing way that anyone in the universe could achieve and holding a dementoid little wand. But the creepy part WASN'T that it looked like somebody's grandmother gone wrong, believe it or not. It was that it looked SEXY- or at least the weirdo who made it tried to make look like that, with exaggerated curves, a mischevious(or incredibly STALKERISH) expression, and boobs like someone had slipped a double set of balloons under that body suit......and it all sums up to the creepiest thing you ever laid your eyes on. And later, we found out an EVEN CREEPIER (if possible) nugget of information...they were called 'Old Souls'- and the person who makes them modeled them off of DEAD PEOPLE. So now I go to sleep and have nightmares about a freaky grandma fairy who turns me into a haunted pink body-suit. And now you fully understand exactly how freaky my life is.
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NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No more ACTING CLASSES?!?!?!?!?! Oh and happy birthday. But anyway, NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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