Queenie, Girlie, Kokie and I painted on a wall in the music room. It was fun. Now I am going to write meaningless poppycock to fill in the space and make it seem like I am actually working. Walls and paint and brushes and Queenie and black and pies and chairs and music and school and work and singing and bags and scissors. I'm a year 10, now, by the way. Meh. I painted on a wall in the music room. It was fun. Now I am going to write meaningless poppycock to fill in the space and make it seem like I am actually working. Walls and paint and brushes and Queenie and black and pies and chairs and music and school and work and singing and bags and scissors. I'm a year 10, now, by the way. Meh. I said that twice. Hmmmmm. Urgh I don't want to write about my life. I want to write other things that could actually be successful, maybe. Like books or poems, not biographies. So, and then the whale was all like; 'Are you shore?!' I like food. Writing, reading, painting, drawing, helpless, Hamilton, burn, that stuff, Blogging, meh, huh. Miss.
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