Welcome to Elmo's World
Welcome to my life, my story. Yesterday I made this blog, typed this whole thing, and thenmy computer crashed. Yesterday, I was singing Elmo's World because it was stuck in my head, and my friend, Leah, says, "You should make a blog called Elmo's world cause that's your nickname (my initials are E.L.M.) and you seem to love that song sooo much." and I say, "Maybe I should." and I thought about it, and I did. So now you know how this blog.
So there's a dance on Friday, and I don't really want to go, but then again, I do. See, my friends want me to go, and one of them also wants her friend that's a guy to go. I actually might like this guy. I don't know. I don't want to, but, like my friend used to say, "Listen to your heart or tear it in two." I'm worried that if he desides to go, I'll want to go, and then I'll start liking him, and I DON'T WANT TO!!!! Oh, well. I'll figure it out later.
I'm mad at someone. I'm mad at her because she was immature and wouldn't let me have a picture of a cat because I was going to give it to a friend she doesn't like.I realize that I'm probably being immature by doing this, but I don't care. Then, she gives me a note asking why I'm mad at her. I tell her. She writes back saying I'm a big baby. She was trying to make up! NOT smart. Not at all.
In my profile, I wrote a little story. I will continue it at the end of each post. It won't be the same typing as this, but lighter and not bold, like this:
It can't be true. I guess, yes, it actually could be. No one was ever mean, I got my way, and, well, it makes sense. No one has ever glared at me exept that time when both Sandie P. and I wanted the same thing and I got it, she thought I wasn't looking, and glared. When she saw me looking, it quickly changed to a smile. But, the things everyone has ever said, the things I've learned, untrue? No. I won't belive it. I can't.
-Emma (fiction... or is it?)
*All characters in the stories are fiction... or are they?
So there's a dance on Friday, and I don't really want to go, but then again, I do. See, my friends want me to go, and one of them also wants her friend that's a guy to go. I actually might like this guy. I don't know. I don't want to, but, like my friend used to say, "Listen to your heart or tear it in two." I'm worried that if he desides to go, I'll want to go, and then I'll start liking him, and I DON'T WANT TO!!!! Oh, well. I'll figure it out later.
I'm mad at someone. I'm mad at her because she was immature and wouldn't let me have a picture of a cat because I was going to give it to a friend she doesn't like.I realize that I'm probably being immature by doing this, but I don't care. Then, she gives me a note asking why I'm mad at her. I tell her. She writes back saying I'm a big baby. She was trying to make up! NOT smart. Not at all.
In my profile, I wrote a little story. I will continue it at the end of each post. It won't be the same typing as this, but lighter and not bold, like this:
It can't be true. I guess, yes, it actually could be. No one was ever mean, I got my way, and, well, it makes sense. No one has ever glared at me exept that time when both Sandie P. and I wanted the same thing and I got it, she thought I wasn't looking, and glared. When she saw me looking, it quickly changed to a smile. But, the things everyone has ever said, the things I've learned, untrue? No. I won't belive it. I can't.
-Emma (fiction... or is it?)
*All characters in the stories are fiction... or are they?
posted by elmo @ 6:54 AM
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