Lol sorry…
To anyone I was mean/rude/unresponsive (especially unresponsive) to today…it was just tiredness! I actually set a record of falling asleep in all my classes (or at least significantly drowsing off)…except for English which I didn’t go to (DON’T ASK!). I hate the feeling of opening your eyes and being like, “where am I? So confused…” and then you realize that you’re sitting at a desk, and there are people all around you, and a teacher at the front of the room lecturing, or a movie playing. And suddenly you vaguely remember starting to nod off while looking at the clock wondering when it would be over…and now like 10 minutes have passed…all you can say is “I HOPE I DIDN’T SNORE!”
OR alternate scenario: After wondering “where am I I’m confused”, you realize that you’re lying in a pasture of dry tropical grasslands, with a howler monkey picking your toenails and a siberian lion finishing off your scalp. And then a crazy ape-man (named Howard obiously) comes with his iron spear and pitches you into the Amazon river.
( you can add your own ending)
or here’s mine…
Once in the Amazon River, you meet a darling, studly young fish named Gufa Mo Kwa Kwa. Even though you’re purple and bloated with water, Gufa Mo thinks you’re much hotter than all the other butts down at the bottom of his stream. Unable to restrain yourselves, you and Goofie soon interbreed and create the first ever recorded chish (child/fish) in the history of life! Your pride and joy, EXCLUSIVELY pictured here!!!!–
(Now what should we name it??)
Travels in the Cordillera Huayhuash and Cordillera Blanca 
aww stine (haha for a second i made a typo and wrote stube) you didn’t ruin the washington trip! it wasn’t your fault you got sick…and i never heard you snore anyways cuz we were all so dead by the end of the activity-packed day of learning. sleeping on the bench probably worked wonders on my back anyways…hahaha still don’t feel bad.
that stinks to high heavens about your contacts. Well you were spared the weirdness of “Mr. Shack”
that scenerio is HIGHLY unrealistic…everyone knows howler monkeys (is it monkies? ew) do not feast upon toenails, rather they prefer fine delacacies such as pencil shavings…jeez christine, you of all ATA (awesome tribal association) members should know that. Well anyways to continue the story…after Howard hurls you into the river, a crocodile charges at you from a rope overhead and lets out a belt of a melody and you both sing in harmony. There. a happy ending.
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HAHAHAHAHAHAA. OBVIOUSLY the only suitable name is Mersheenak Loo La.
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No, its name should SO be Yukalanathala!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA MR SHACK! I HAD HIM FOR A MATH SUB! HAHA WHAT A LOSER!
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this is depressing…you haven’t commented on my xanga in six thousand years BC…
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i’ll consider commenting if you name my offspring first
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Your son shall be called…Dunston and your Daghets marrisa and Cindy-Loo-Hou
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and your other daghet shall be dawn
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Cacilus est in tablino schribit.
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Cacilius videt ancilla, ancillis est iratus, Cacilius sulutes ancillium, ancilla non respondnt
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Okay enoug Latin
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