I'm Sorry

I have a confession to make. I lied in that last post. I know in some other post I said I would never lie to you ever, but I did. I said that I like people, where in all reality I hate them. Yes, I avoid interaction with people at all costs. Now I now what you're thinking, "She must have friends or something like that." Or you could be thinking "I could go for pudding right now." Both of these thoughts I would have to agree with you. I do have friends, but they are either highly developed holograms, or aliens that I imported from the kinda planet, Pluto. (Which used to be my favorite planet, until some stupid scientist decided to make my life hell, and took it off the planet list (The same thing happened with indigo and the rainbow color list)) So really, I don't interact with people on a day to day bias. For many people that could be a problem, but I found some sure fire ways that I can avoid homo-sapien-sapiens daily.

1)Get other people to pay for things. This is a big one, I don't like having to deal with people when buying things. For some odd reason they got the thought that I would be able to decide what I want, then tell them what I want. So to avoid having to interact with those kind of people I give my friends cash, and ask them to go deal with the cashiers for me. This is sometime a problem when some of my more untrustworthy holograms/aliens run away with my money. But it's okay, because some of my holograms will actually bend to my willing, and pay for me, and then give my what I paid for, and the extra cash! (And I know there was a lot of comma splicing, but I DON'T CARE.)

2) Mumble Under My Breath Sometimes I am in a public place, like school and some person I don't want to talk to comes up to me and starts a conversation. Cue mumbling there. I just say some random crud under my breath, and usually scares them away. Some of my favorite phrases are: The penguins and polar bears teamed up and are starting a nuclear war, the humahumankanukaapua'a is a native fish of Hawaii, Stegomastodon can be spelled to the tune of the catchy song they play in ball parks. That way their tiny human brains are confused, and they forget what they came to bother me about.

Really, those are the only two I can come up with at the moment. But if I ever to have to talk to humans I spend five minutes planning what I have to say so it goes smoothly. Oh, and I got another follower! I don't know who they are, but their name is cool! Go click on her face in the followers part, but if she's human you can avoid her. I'm going to ramble on for a while, because I'm in the mood to make a really long post. If you have to go so something important I would suggest leaving, because this my go on for a while.

I'm still very sorry for lying to you, I'll try to stop. My brother is getting the Lego Harry Potter wii game! (The older of the younger ones, the one who's post was about legos) And that really means that I'm getting the Lego Harry Potter Wii game! My parents think I'm being nice and trying to put up with my brother, when really I just want to play Harry Potter. Speaking of book movie things, my dad is trying to stay hip with the times, and has decided to compare everything with Edward and Jacob. (Before I go on a rant and offend some Twilight loving fool, I DID read the books, and they weren't all that good) So he'll walk up to me "You have two choices. Edward, or Jacob?" Or "What do you want to eat? Edward, or Jacob?" or "Choose one, Edward of Jacob?" Me: "Uhhhhh... Harry Potter?" Him: "Okay, that's where I'm going running today." So that is my dad being hip and cool. If you're still reading, I'm proud of you. Any way, while we are on the topic of running, I shall talk about the Dutch, more specifically, field hockey. It is my sport of choice, and I have been working to improve my skills, so I can actually make the team, so I won't be a slug, so my parents won't bother me, so I can have some peace. So I've been running, which is painful, and going to this center filled with Dutch guys who teach field hockey and soccer. And there my person who was helping my be better (who was HOT! And DUTCH! With and ACCENT!) made me sprint while crouching, which HURTS. So now I am being sore and avoiding all types of activity, not including going on the computer. That's why I typed so much, because I'm not about to move until I can walk around with out splitting pain in my knees. New topic!!! I think I'm going to go back and put random words in a different color so they make a sentence. Ha just finished! Now go back and read the sentence that doesn't make much sense! But them come back, or I will be lonely. I've typed TONS! And no one is reading this now, but it's okay. I'm having a whale of a time typing this. Whale of a time, what kind of phrase is that? Whales aren't know to have good times. I mean killer whales must have fun killing things, but that's about it. I don't make new paragraphs often. I'm going to start a new one!

Look at that, I even hit tab! That brings me to a story. In third grade, when we had books that taught us how to write well, there was a page on paragraphs. And there was a paragraph, outlined in a spikey bubble thing, and it was all about paragraphs. BUT IT WASN'T A PARAGRAPH!!! Yes that's right, it was only four sentences. I could have never gotten away with that. But third grade was a bad year for me, my teacher hated my guts. Before I start having flashbacks on the terrible times I had in third grade, I'm going to stop this post. So bye!