Date: June Eleventh, Two-thousand Twelve. Begin Time: 9:09 A.M. Music: Sherlock -SHINee, 19-2000 -Gorillaz. Status: Tired. gonk cat_gonk -Begin Transmission- Helloo, Strangelings, I see you have returned, all two of you. I'm still in the early trepidation of the TEXAS SUMMER VACATION. (Prepare the firetrucks, people might need a whole hell of a lot of water.) I stayed up for the 8th time this week. That's why my entry is so early, and this one might be shorter than the last one. (Hopefully, cause I know you guys don't really care to know about my strange life.) Extremely exhausted is how I feel and I need to sleep, but I shall tell about why the TEXAS SUMMER VACATION is so dreadful. Three words: HELL ON EARTH. We burn here, and I know to stay inside. They say that the summers are so hot, that you can cook eggs on the sidewalk. (Fully true, did it when I was 6.) Texas has the most bipolar weather of any state in the U.S. =_= I hope I survive, I've braved 14 of them already, so I'll probably get lucky. Well, I guess this is goodbye for now, and remember: Everyone's strange here! -End Transmission-
Countess Westenra · Mon Jun 11, 2012 @ 03:22pm · 0 Comments |