Alrighty, this girl is having her sweet 16, she's getting a car, she's getting a dress, in Paris.
For 10,000 dollars. Thats the dress, not the car, the car is a Land Rover.
She auditiond like 7 guys to carry her into her party, all of them were polo players. What is it with polo players?
She wants a poney, in the room, for her party.
What do I want for my sweet 16? A pizza.
With lots of cheese.
Oh look! Quote from the show! "If you don'[t get me a car on October 25th I'll never talk to you again!"
I know I know, but she's not mean, really she's not! She's just your avrage spoild millionair who cares about no one but her poney and polo players.
Okay, now, this is all BEFORE her 16th birthday so technicly she's 15. She's one year older then me. Thats it.
I really want that pizza. The rest of the money can go to charity or the rubber factory or something.
"I don't have an ATM or my Car! They killed my birthday!"
I am so getting that pizza. Who needs polo boys? Or Paris, or a Dress, Or a car, or a ATM? Just me and that pizza, sucha wonderful wonderful pizza.
And who wants to wear a dress on your birthday? Not I, it would interfear with my pizza eating.
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School is fun, school is good, school is slowly sucking my life out of me. But that is school.
Me: Wind sucks
Kristi: itd be alot warmer if it wasnt windy
Kristi: *it messes my hair up*
Me: lol
Me: i can't rollerblade against he wind
Kristi : lol
Kristi: go with it!
Me: Oh?
Me: So how would I get back?
Kristi : yeah. . .
Kristi :rollerblading backwards
Me: ....
Me: I don't think that would work
"I'm not out to change the world, just a few minds"-Toast
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