I like to write.

I love to write. I would be very happy to have a book on my bookshelf that I wrote.

So I will show you a bitty sample of my writing:

roses are red

violets are blue

something something something

and I love

okay, so I didn't write THAT

I did write this though:

My Tooth *except with teeth s the 'o's*

my TooTh is loose! my TooTh is! Loose.! MoM,! Dad!, My TooTh is loose. can you pull it go to school. sister My tooth is loose go to class. Friend my tooth is loose go away Kate. I teenk it's loose anof. CH. 2 Mrs. Kate can I go to the Womens room. It fel out. I m geting a drink. My Mouth is hurting Ch. 3 Mrs. Kate can I saw My tooth To The Class this iiiss My Tooth I Like you and you're TooTh other tooth is ouy it fel out and other and other 4 teeth fel out but othe is loose

at the bottom there is an illustration

so you may not have realized it... but this is not recent. I wrote it when I was six. I have improved in the past ten years *please do not refer to my diary entries from "June 15" <- it was July 15* but my laptop doesn't have my writing on it. They are on a flashdrive that I am too lazy to get.

I want to curl up and dye *haha haha. joke. get it? Oh well, nevermind* right now. My parents kill me. So we've been planning this trip to London for a few months now, yeah? This is my sweet sixteen present instead of a party or anything else. Well today I asked my mom when we were leaving *sometime at night tuesday July 21* and she says "You're not going" and then both of my parents launch into a rant about how immature and undeserving I am. It eeerrrggggsss me when parents do this! They offer treats and dangle them over your head, but you know what, I'm not going to take that seriously if my mom really wants to go on my sweet sixteen present she can and I hope she has a lot of fun, a lot of guilt ridden fun. I need to go eat some ice cream now. goodbye.

Okay, sorry for that rant. But immature and undeserving? Come on! I work really hard to be good! I clean my room twice a week, I never do drugs or drink, I don't party, don't dat, I'm trying to teach myself FREAKING LATIN. I spend the majority of my free time reading and writing. I don't yell at them or throw temper tantrums when they go bizerk on me, which they....

Okay, I'm still ranting. I'm sorry, I needed to do that. It's either that or develope angry twitch. I am going to go absorb myself in Harry Potter.... and try not to drown my emotions in a nice big bowl of Ben an Jerry's with butterscotch sauce and cherries and whip cream and semi-sweet chocolate crumbled on top. AGH! I'm going to be three hundred pounds when I'm fifty, aren't I? I am going to go chew on a celery stick and read Harry Potter now. Goodbye for real.