HEY. HEY YOU. YOU WITH THE FRIKKIN FACE!
Nevermind. I hate you. In fact, I hope something eats you.
So yeah, my beloved fellow blogger lovingly demanded that I post. So I am. So she doesn't eat me. I'm dead serious.
So I was in Chicago July 6th through the 12th and I've got some interesting videos of my "opinions" of that whole shebang on my YouTube, which you can access by clicking here. WOO! Alrighty...
Here's the low down of what all happened in Chicago. And...stuff...
July 6th: get up before God and be at the church at 5 frikkin 30. Bahaha. I woke up at 5:34. Meh. So I was kinda late to that but it's okay because we didn't leave til like 6:15. FML.
July 7th: passed out flyers. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ROOM IS BETWEEN HOUSES (I think that's what they're called) IN CHICAGO?! GOOD LORD! Okay so about 26 peeps went on this "mission trip" and altogether I'm 112% positive that we passed out like a billion flyers. I keed. It was only five THOUSAND. Then we went to this pizza place and it was okay and all except for the tiny minute fact that I HATE PIZZA. BLEHHH.
July 8th: the basketball camp began. Raise your hand if you love little bilingual children running around and stuff. Y'all deaf? I said raise your hand if...oh wait nevermind. I get it. No one raised their hand because...okay. I'm an idiot. For dinner I went to a Thai restaurant. THERE WAS FRIKKIN CORN IN MY FLIPPIN FRIED RICE. Who the FREAK does that?!? I'll tell you who. It's those little short people who talk funny. I keed.
Okay.
July 9th: more basketball. And I was frikkin screamed at for saying "crap." Okay I'm in the middle of Chicago (it's a scary place dude) and I get reprimanded for saying crap? Seriously? Do they want me saying f**k or s**t or something like that? Ahehh...I probably would've been excommunicated. Bah. Bring it. Then hot dogs. I don't give a rat's arse what's in 'em. I just know I love a good Chicago dog. Oh my God I'm so white.
July 10th: happy day. More basketball. Good Lord. Anyways went to the Navy Pier. It rained. Everyone was inside. Kayla had a panic attack. It was all good, and actually kinda funny -- wait...I'm Kayla. Eff...
July 11th: church and the mall. Interesting.
July 12th: ever heard of Spongebob Squarepants' Campfire Song? DON'T. It will suck the life out of you. And it's really catchy and will get stuck in your head for WEEKS. I'M NOT LYING.
And so now I'm sitting in the Owasso Public Library and typing this out for all my little freaks who follow me. I mean that in the most kindest way possible. Pfft. My papa called and asked me what I was doing and the conversation went something like this:
(Papa asks what I'm doing)
Me: Typing
(asks typing what)
Me: Nothing really just hacking into the government system. I'm going to take over the world.
Hahahahaha. ROTFLMAOWTFOMGBBQ!! I'm so probably gonna get flagged by the government for saying - er, typing that. Three words buddy. I WAS KIDDING.
JK.
What are we gonna do tonight, Brain?
The same thing we do every night, Pinky. We're going to take over the world.
