Note: Don't read this, it is stupid and if you do read it then it you are wasting your time, there are 101 better ways to spend the amount of time it takes you to read this. Not being modest, just honest, this is not a good post...at all. Are you still reading? if so, stop, go do something productive, or play video games, or really anything. I don't want you to suffer having to read this.
HEY ALL! I am going out of town, so I am writing this right now. I have a million things to say but at the same time nothing to say right now. I really don't know what to say, so I guess it will be a surprise for me too. I am painting this thing for art, it is a mosic of a jellyfish, but have you ever seen a mosic of a jellyfish (that is not ten feet tall)? NO, you have not. Do you know why? because it is really hard! What is hard is the fact that you can't tell where the water is, or the orange part, or the pink part, or the purple, or the red, or anything! You can't tell in some parts if you look closely, or even care, where it matches up.
These little girls came over and are playing at my house. They are five and three, but they are so cute. The five year old is named Jane and the Three year old is named Dawn. Dawn is like a mute. Up until a few months ago I heard about five words from her. I have known her forever, but she never talked to me. But then a few months ago she randomly started on some huge talk about Monster High or Justin Beiber or something. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do for a minute. For some reason I had really just assumed she was mute besides her five words.
Once when I was babysitting her she came out of her room (it was like nine or ten at night, so they were in bed) and told me that her Barbie didn't have a boyfriend. I tried to tell her that Barbies didn't need boyfriends, but she just kept insisting that they did. We argued about it for a while, and finally I convinced her that since there was only one boy doll and her sister had it, she should just have her Barbie have a best friend. I ended up thinking that I had helped her or something, to realize that Barbies really didn't need a Justin Beiber boyfriend. Turns out I was wrong. Really, really wrong... I was babysitting them again the next day, and when they went to bed I came in to make sure that they were doing okay. They were playing Monster High Barbies on their bed, not unusual, but then Dawn made her two girl barbies kiss. I was like "What are you doing? Why did they just kiss?!" and she replied calmly, "They are in love." After double checking that it was not like sister love or mother-daughter love, I had to explain that girls don't usually fall in love with each other. Dawn, it turns out, is hard to convince of anything. First that dolls don't NEED to have a boyfriend, and then that girls generally like boys, not girls. Moral of this long and useless story is: be careful what you tell three year olds.
I don't know what to say now, this is a really boring weird post, so really if you are not Mr.Thompson, don't read this. If you are, still don't read this. Just check off the 500 words per week thing by my name.
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