Sooooooooooooo...
There's not much to say, 'cept for I'm at my grans' house and Christmas is around the corner, and I've got the Sound of Music stuck in me head. My 'rents and bro are staying in the A-train, my abnormally large family is showing up tonight and tomorrow and we all get to squeeze and realize what an extraordinary thing personal space is. I think I may develop an even more extreme case of claustrophobia. I'm glad to inform you, that I'm practically a genius. I don't have a single grade below ninety. Okay, you know how they're are words you just have to say in a British accent, such as chocolate, debauchery, perposterous, and such. I also would kill for a popsicle. Grape flavored. Mmm... Delicious. I developed a love for seriously hard core piano playing. That is a MUST for my future husband. He HAS to know how to play the piano. i also enjoy singing a crazy lot more than I used to. I'm mean seriously, ask Andrew, he practically throtles me to get me to stop. That provides a very amusing picture (e.i. me warbling "the hiiiiills are allllliiiive" and Andrew shaking me, his eyes all crazed...). I think it's really funny how this is called "Adkisons" when really me, the aspirering writer, is the only one making enteries. I am so dang thankful for spell check. It looks like a third grader tried to spell for the first time in five years, while he's drowsy from medicatons, in the dark of night, on a cracked screen, using a keyboard missing a few letters, with a blind fold on. Oh and he's using the font wing dings. that would take some serious skill. So I think I'm gonna jet and hope you all have a very merry Christmas.
Holly >_<
Friday, December 21, 2007
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