ROFLMAO.
LOL.
ROFL.
WAFFLES!
I think I just realized that hardly anybody reads my worlds.
I almost spelled that wrong.
Back onto topic. Truthfully, I don't mind that much. I like writing so I'm just gonna keep writing.
Does that grind your gears?
If it does, too bad.
HA! TAKE THAT CLOCK!
That just killed like 3 minutes. HOT DAYUM!
Ugh. But I still have almost an hour left until I leave. Well, I might not. If it's too icy, that is. I am not falling flat on my face again.
Yea, I did that. I'm clumsy, so sue me.
That killed another 3 minutes.
I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORED!!! Let's talk about....Pants on fire.
Have your pants ever been lit on fire? Anybody?
If so, call me at 123-4567.
Cool number, am I right? And, no, that is NOT my real phone number. 'Course, it might be. I'm just not gonna say. I wonder what would happen if one of you were to call that number. It's a pretty pimped out number, though.
Oh yea, we were talking about pants on fire.
Well, if your pants HAVE been lit on fire, just PM me.
Now what to talk about? Ummmmmmm..... How about the word photosynthesis.
Do any of you know what that even means?
I think it has something to do with the growth of plants. But what I don't get is why they made it such a big word. I mean really, how hard is it to say 'Growth of Plants'? That's not hard at all! Jeeeeeeeeez, some people these days.
OH! This morning me and my brother were talking and this happened in the 1950s.
This guy named Emmet Till died at the age of 14. RIP!! He was black. He whistled at a white woman and he was murdered for it.
If you search up Emmet Till, you might see his face. If you don't wanna throw up, I'll just tell you what his face looked like. Half his face was swollen. That's how bad he was beaten. They couldn't even tell who he was. His nose was broken and chopped up a bit, his eye ball was hanging almost to his chin and there was a bullet hole going through his head.
That's when black people figured out they were being attacked.
What I don't get was what made white people so special back then. I mean, really. Skin colour isn't that big of a difference and it's really stupid how people still discriminate because of it.
I'm half black, from my dad's side. And I have been discriminated before because of the colour of my skin. Wanna know what I did to the guy who discriminated me. I gave him a black eye and a bloody nose.
I was really pissed. Not only did I hurt him, my brother did too, he was there.
Yes, I know, violence doesn't solve anything. But he had it coming. I mean, really. What made him so special?
Nothing, that's it.
And it's wrong for somebody to discriminate just because of what you are and what you look like.
Yes, I've even had my racist moments. And I regret it. And don't give me shit for being racist if you might have been, too.
Whoa. I have no idea how the heck I got that deep, but I did. Anyways, I gots to goes now.
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!
- xoxo OH MY JELLO! IT'S JESSICA!! HOT DAYUM!
