"Oh, what's that? I don't remember the rules! Explain them again! I don't want to be purple! I want to be silver. There isn't a silver. *Hysterical fit* I want to!"
Bastard... choose an EASY and less loud game to play with the high squealing little boys who don't want to be purple, yellow, or orange.
Then again, I would rather hear about orange and purple rangers than about random "I'm God" chick. "7th grade was easy. Algebra is easy. I'm gifted. I should advance to 9th grade. I love playing my flute. I am the all knowing God. Ask me a question and I'll be sure to diss you in a way that your mere mortal mind won't be able to understand! MWHAHAHAHA. See... even my LAUGH is immortal! *smug grin*" and then Amanda gets up and SLAPS THE EVERLASTING PISS OUT OF YOU! Oh wait... that hasn't happened. That only happened to that one Jared dude in 8th grade... anyway, that's a different story. Annoying bastard, that kid was, I'm glad he moved. *mumbles* Right, anyway, so the "I'm God" chick sits right behind me and talks about all of her "brillant" doings. Apparently she invented the wheel, and really, the 365 day year was HER idea. Damn those lying bastards at the patent office. *long eye roll* Obviously the mile run was just a walk to the restroom and she could run it 5 times before any of the other girls got anywhere near the one foot marker. I strongly doubt it. I'm sure there are a LOT of people who can out run you. Like the CROSS COUNTRY team. You know... they run like 12,000 miles everyday just to warm up a bit... and even THEN they aren't breathing heavily. YOU LOSE! LOSE, I tell you! But anyway, you all should stop doing those really annoying things before I get Speedy G (Michelle G's hamster) to come lay a hamster smack down on your asses!
This concludes my long and very rantful, rant. Good night ladies and gents! *bows*
