More Journal Entries from 12 Year Old Me
To reiterate once more if you had forgotten, a few weeks ago, I found my journal for an English class when I was 12 years old. While I was 12, I very quickly figured out that the teacher read nothing of what I wrote. Here is how I exploited this information:
I think the balloon people should be set free. They have done nothing wrong. It was the man who swallowed too much helium that took them away. The government made balloons to cover up their kidnapping.
Oh, right, of course. That makes a lot of sense.
I wish that i could fly. It would be funny if I dive bombed straight at my brother Then pull up right at the last second. I could go anywhere. I might wish to be invisible.
Well, this one shows off my sadism nicely.
If I had the Pantaleio chicken of death, I would be ruler of hens everywhere. But, all I have is a useless monkey. He can’t even put on pants. But, he can fly an F-15 fighter. He has blown away a piece of corn from 50 feel away with a revolver. I’m beginning to suspect he is some sort kind of war monkey from Mars.
Yeah, that monkey kinda sounds like the opposite of useless.
I am doing Sadaam Husien. He is evil, and murdered many of his family members. He was abused in his childhood. He had no father. Blah blah blah. Yackorle (????) big cheese. Mustard filled baloney khakis taste good in salami sause. Kansas pants work best.
Reeeeaaally gave up on that initial train of thought, didn’t I.
Alright, that’s all for now.
