nope
nope not gonna deal with it anymore
no!
because you guys obviously know what I'm talking about i will just continue on wi-
HA!
I'm just kidding readers i will fill you in.....
it was a dark and stormy night (actually it was the middle of the day, and today was partly sunny)
it was a partly sunny afternoon (happy?) and Nikki had finally decided to get down to business an(LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS TO DEFEAT THE HUNS!!!! DID THEY SEN-) ARE YOU DONE? (yeah sorry) great! anyway Nikki finally decided to start her homework (slow clap) so Nikki lay every thing out of her bed and began. one of her pieces of homework was to read all of Fredrick Douglass' autobiography and do an annotated bibliography for it, (or so she thought) dude my story! (don't worry i can take it from here)
( so look there goes Nikki actually reading this 150 page book.)
(oh and look at her write up an entire annotated bibliography!)
(oh and look! now shes trying to turn it in on turnitin.com!)
(oh look at her face! shes so confused!)
(op! there she goes on her phone to ask her friends why its not working)
(oh look she just realized that her teacher was being sarcastic when she said it was all due on Monday! oh look how cute she looks when she gets angry!)
i don't look cute when I'm angry! (yes you do!) no i don't! (yes you do, your mouth gets all small)...... shut-up. that's not part of it. I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at my teacher. who flipping sarcastically says that you have to read an entire book in one weekend in the middle of an AP Lang class??? am i the only one who wrote up all of her annotated bib. and read the entire book all in one day? grrrrrr! we only had to read 50 pages. we only had to read to chapter 7! i could have been doing things today!
god i hate you. (:P) anyway i guess i got that done and stuff. i should probably start talking about something else (why? afraid your lips will get small?) no! because i have other things to say!
(Jesus Christ! this guy, right?)
anyway! on Saturday i had to go get my eyes checked out. apparently I'm "approximately" a 2700. "approximately" because they don't know anything over a 2400 and i far exceed that. I'm 16 years old and will most likely need bifocals by next year
BUT! that's ok because i ordered my new contacts so i can see again! and i ordered new (hipster) glasses! why do you don't that to me? (because its fun). anyway after that my mom and i went out to different antique shops and looked around. I've also decided what house i want when I'm older. its a very old hose that my mother used to live in when she lived here. (lame) no here wait let me see if i have a picture of it!
(old)
oh stop it! i love this house! its so (old) no its vintage! (meaning old) your just jealous because i know where I'm going in life! (oh really, what do you want to do today) i will be a history teacher (what happened to Australia?) it might still happen... (house in America?) well i don't know for sure. i just really like this house. (and what about the job market?) what about it (please! oh come on! history teacher? how are you going to become a history teacher when everyone and their brother want to be a history teacher?) well I'm dedicated (no you're not.) well i really like history (so? you're not going to get a job and you will probably end up living by yourself in that nasty old hose up there with your stupid bifocals for the rest of you life) ... stop (i mean really, your grades aren't that good, your not good with older kids, you talk too quickly how are you going to do anything in life) stop it (and its not like you're going to end up going to a real college anyway. you're parents will probably guilt trip you into going to community college anyway) i said shut up! (and the worst part is that your sitting here talking to yourself! no one is here! no one else is her! your talking to yourself, saying this all to yourself. i don't know what went wrong in that little head of yours when you were a kid. maybe you were dropped on your head. oh wait you were weren't you? a couple of times might i recall. there is probably something wrong with you that your parents just don't want to tell you. your friends aren't ever really your friends. they just put up with you when your near them because they don't know how to tell the mentally handicapped girl to go away. people feel bad for you, face it. that's the only reason they talk to you.) ...

















