The End

I've decided that this is not going so well. I haven't posted in forever, I just got a Facebook and will probably spend all of my computer time on there, and...well, yeah I guess that's it. No one's even reading this, so what's the point? There is no point, so don't answer that question. So, until I feel the urge to blog, bye for now!

Pip the Mighty Squeak

(Above: What I'm going to be for Halloween.)

My dad doesn't want to have to get the newspaper anymore because the company wants some blank amount of money from us, so The Journal Sentinel keeps calling. But I have an idea! Lightning has struck my brain! When the phone rings, I'm going to talk to The Journal Sentinel about anything I can think of. School, fiber, the color of my eyes, essays, books, fashion, anything! This will either a) get them to never call again, or b) make them my "very best friend". Now I just have to wait for them to call...