So, the no one's who are reading this, you may have noticed that I deleted a couple posts. That's 'cuz I reread them, and I was all...I was high off chocolate. I just had to be. Because really. They were ridiculous and stupid and then what if someone wants to hire me for, I dunno, a paper-making factory or something but they're all, hm, let's see if she ever made any blogs - and then they see I have, and they read a couple posts, right? And they see the two I just deleted? Yeah. All I can say is after that, I will NOT be making paper.
Who the heck wants to make paper anyways, Mr. McPaperpants? Not me.
But just in case I decide to, I took them off anyways.
Take that, McPaperpants.
So instead, up will go this post! Okay, so first off, rain. What do you think of rain? I love rain with the enveloping passion of a hundred thousand suns, ironically enough. It's just so pretty and loud. Like BAAAAANG! CRRRRASSSH. SMASSH. And then the lightening! -flicker flicker- it's so wonderful!
Although for some reason, some people hate it. They say it's, like, wet. Well DUH. Do you expect it to be, I dunno, made of velvet diamonds or something? Dry velvet diamonds, I mean? Well guys, just to let you know, that's just ridiculous. Dry velvet diamonds are just..not..they have nothing to do with rain!
Also, I just wanted to talk a little about Harry Potter. What else is new?
I had an interesting thought a couple hours ago. Well, no, I've thought about it for awhile. If you could smell Amortentia, what do you think you'd smell? For thoselameheads perfectly nice people with jobs and homes and families who don't know what Amortentia because they're lame and not awesome and probably kick babies, because they haven't read Harry Potter as extensively as certain people have, it's a Love Potion that's scent is different to everyone else, depending on what scent(s) they most love. I used the word 'scent' because the word 'smell' is smelly looking. Sorry to anyone named Smell. But, um, can I just ask you a question? What kind of a name is Smell?
I just Googled smell. I got a whole list of results about smells and why we smell and other weird stuff, but no one named Smell Johnson. If there is someone named Smell Johnson, I deeply apologize, but your name is a tad odd.
Well, I shouldn't really talk. My name means "Rock"! I mean, Pebble Stone! Well, that's not my real name, per se, but still. I'm so sorry, Mr. Johnson.
Um, where was I? Oh yeah, Amortentia. Dang, how did I even..I don't even want to ponder my mind. I really shouldn't have a blog..
BUT anyways. I think I'd smell (scent) books - I love books, they're literally my life..and rain, because that's just such an amazing smell (scent)..and maybe..mmmm..jasmines. I love them. In the summer I pick them and try to make chains but it usually fails because apparently real life is nothing like books.
Well, that's all for now. If, by any surreal chance anyone is reading this, thank you ever so much. ^-^ I'll be back!
Cheers,
Pebbles
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PS: SEE MR MCPAPERPANTS? THIS WAS SO COHERENT!
Who the heck wants to make paper anyways, Mr. McPaperpants? Not me.
But just in case I decide to, I took them off anyways.
Take that, McPaperpants.
So instead, up will go this post! Okay, so first off, rain. What do you think of rain? I love rain with the enveloping passion of a hundred thousand suns, ironically enough. It's just so pretty and loud. Like BAAAAANG! CRRRRASSSH. SMASSH. And then the lightening! -flicker flicker- it's so wonderful!
Although for some reason, some people hate it. They say it's, like, wet. Well DUH. Do you expect it to be, I dunno, made of velvet diamonds or something? Dry velvet diamonds, I mean? Well guys, just to let you know, that's just ridiculous. Dry velvet diamonds are just..not..they have nothing to do with rain!
Also, I just wanted to talk a little about Harry Potter. What else is new?
I had an interesting thought a couple hours ago. Well, no, I've thought about it for awhile. If you could smell Amortentia, what do you think you'd smell? For those
I just Googled smell. I got a whole list of results about smells and why we smell and other weird stuff, but no one named Smell Johnson. If there is someone named Smell Johnson, I deeply apologize, but your name is a tad odd.
Well, I shouldn't really talk. My name means "Rock"! I mean, Pebble Stone! Well, that's not my real name, per se, but still. I'm so sorry, Mr. Johnson.
Um, where was I? Oh yeah, Amortentia. Dang, how did I even..I don't even want to ponder my mind. I really shouldn't have a blog..
BUT anyways. I think I'd smell (scent) books - I love books, they're literally my life..and rain, because that's just such an amazing smell (scent)..and maybe..mmmm..jasmines. I love them. In the summer I pick them and try to make chains but it usually fails because apparently real life is nothing like books.
Well, that's all for now. If, by any surreal chance anyone is reading this, thank you ever so much. ^-^ I'll be back!
Cheers,
Pebbles
.
PS: SEE MR MCPAPERPANTS? THIS WAS SO COHERENT!
