I don't like the cinnamon rolls from Grandy's, very much.
My dad brought them home--from work, I guess--and I ate one for breakfast. It had 'twelve' raisins in it--one I ate on accident--and all these little...nut things. They looked like bugs.
I hope they're not bugs.
Yesterday, a gigantic wasp landed on my knee on the bus. I was just looking out the window, and then BAM! there he is. His butt was hollow. I think he must have stung something--not a kid, though, because I'm sure I would have heard the screaming.
So anyway, he didn't have a stinger. But that didn't make him any less creepy. I mean, have you ever looked at a wasp 'up close'? Jeesh. They're so ugly.
So I flicked him off with a fingernail, couldn't find where he went, and moved up to the front of the bus. I felt like there was a wasp crawling somewhere on me for a few minutes afterward until I heard shrieking coming from the back of the bus. The girls had found the wasp, I guess. My brother began stomping on something. He found the wasp, too.
Then I didn't feel like things were crawling on me, anymore.
The line 'ladies and gentleman--can I have your attention puh-leeeeease?' keeps repeating itself in my head.
Also, we're going to do plays in English. My group votes on either Johnny the Homicidal Maniac or an alternate ending for Sweeney Todd. I think I was elected to be Nny if we do JTHM. I don't know who I'm supposed to be, if we do the play for Sweeney Todd.
I want a bigger part than I'm usually dealt.
I hate speaking in front of others, but maybe acting is different.
It's like roleplaying, in a way.
'Cept you do it yourself.
So yeah.

I've got like...fifteen minutes or so before I need to leave the house to catch mah bus.
I also have to get to school so I can ask my math teacher for help so I can pass the quiz we're taking today. =]
So yes.
Bye.