On Tuesday, I'll know what middle school I'm going to go to.
I don't want to go to St. Stephen's.
Neither do I want to go to BPS.
I just want to go to my school's middle school.

You're very welcome.... incidentally, my voice is perfect for that song O.e Dat creepy, no?
And YESH. 'Twould be my honor.... Greg officially dubbed me Queen of Devilsticks this session :D Hope that doesn't mean I'm married to Hunter, though... O.O And I'll be on fabric trapeze/unicycle/rolling globe for the show, I thinks. Not all three, one of them (duh xD). It's crazy on unicycle cuz I suck at turning to the right for some unearthly reason, so's I might not choose that for one of my balance options. But whatever. SO GLAD YOU CAN COME TO DA SHOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!! *spazzes out in ecstasy* Also, Imma learn how to ride a bike on the 21st. My mom hopes it just takes one four-hour lesson at REI... me too. :3

I'd like a bath, too... it's been a while, eh? *pats side of the tub* My mom's the only one who takes baths anymore. I just don't have time to :(

Mine too! Kind of... I sing it an octave lower. XD Duet?
Weren't you already the Queen of Devilsticks? XD NO. Dorothy and I are married to him, remember? ^_^ At first I thought you DID mean all three, and I was like O____________O :D
If you can ride a unicycle, a bike won't be hard. But I do remember how weird it was biking to camp then riding a unicycle. They're oddly similar. W00t!
I can't wait for pie day. 8D And my brother and I wrote an act for Cinema, based off How To Train Your Dragon. ^_^

Poor you, I know how it feels. When I start crying, my dad tells me to stop, and says 'if you dare cry...'

Sounds epical!!! How to Train Your Dragon... hm... never saw dat.
@cheezemziez, That sucks :( I don't normally cry where my parents can see, but last time I cried in front of them, my mom yelled at me for 'having a temper tantrum' and said that 'I should learn to control myself better' and that 'you're old enough now that you shouldn't cry.' Gee, thanks, Mom. XP

Whoa.... I don't know what I just wrote. Seriously. It's kinda scary, no, scratch that, it creeps me out. But it's really really good too.... I think. I wanna post it on KP. Problem: No one ever reads/comments on my crap anymore. Solution: Uh. Post it here? Am I allowed to do that? *gives sheepish half smile for dumb question*

I haven't cried for a while... Usually when I'm hurt or mad or sad, my eyes get all wild and my face gets twisted into a snarl, but I don't cry a lot...

Sure, do it. I owe you one for reading A.P.

I don't really cry anymore, even when I'm 'supposed to'.

When I get hurt, like that time when I was kicked in the head when I was six, I sometimes get panic attacks, and I can't control my breathing.When this happened at school, the teacher told me to stop being over-dramatic. Wow, a six-year-old who has just been kicked in the head is crying? Tell them to shut up. :rolleyes:

It's actually a weird form of mild asthma, but when it happened recently, my dad just said that I was being stupid and overreacting.