smile for me. (:

talking to my mother is fun, blog.

i think even more funner than talking to you. (:

(to steph: yes yes i knoe, i'm grammatically incorrect. it's either more fun or funner but no: more funner. but i like it that way. eheheh.)

we had a picnic today. me, marianna, and my mother. the three m's. (:

i went to buy food at del taco and the lady took so long. @_@

we were in a hurry. at two we had to go pick up christina from school and it was already twelve forty-five. almost no time to play.

and i almost took a man's food but then he snapped at me: hey that's mine. my number is eighty-six. is YOURs eighty-six? i don't think so.

-_- i think he was in a bad mood. but it was my fault too, blog.

i was so scared that i forgot to say sorrie. ._.

oh well. i think i looked sorrie. so it's okae right? because actions speak louder than words. (:

well FINALLY the lady gives me the food and i hop in the car and OFF we go to the uncle robert park. or i should say the thomas burton park. so we could have a picnic. (:

chrisl thinks that it's not a picnic if you buy del taco and go to the park and play. but it is too.

he thinks that you have to pack peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and bananas and go to the park and sit on a blanket to make it a picnic. -_- i don't think so.

the weather was really sunny. and my mother grimaced and said: oh no. the sun is shining so bright. i'm going to melt. and become black.

-_- she doesn't want to get dark. she says that i'm too dark. and that me and my siblings always look like black people during the summer.

oh well. @_@ like jordan says: it happens.

we rushed to go pick up christina from school to find out that we had to wait for her half an hour past time because ms. kirkley was talking and talking and talking and talking. -_- the dance team has a competition tomoroe. (:

i saw jams and josh. they were sitting in the car and yelled: hi evangeline!

and i couldn't see who it was. but then i saw josh's car. and i saw them laughing. @_@ they went to school just to decide what they were going to do. i hope i never do that, blog.

i told uncle [dennis] that i have no friends. and he said that he WILL be my friend. *shriek* i thought he was my friend.

yttyj: i'll be your friend :-)
A sNrICE GAL: you'LL, notice the will
A sNrICE GAL: -_-
A sNrICE GAL: see i don't have any
yttyj: hahahahaha
yttyj: you're so negative today
yttyj: i mean....i am your friend

then next he tells me that mr. rogers is my friend.

yttyj: have you ever watched mr. rogers?
A sNrICE GAL: LOL yea. i like him!
A sNrICE GAL: i wish i lived in his neighborjhood

yttyj: mr. rogers always sang that one song at the end of the show, right?
yttyj: and did you know he's an ordained presbyterian minister?
yttyj: and he always said, "i like you just they way you are."
yttyj: he's your friend too
yttyj: he always says, "won't you be my neighbor?"
yttyj: that means, "won't you be my friend?"
A sNrICE GAL: i think he might be lying
yttyj: nah
yttyj: don't say that!!!
yttyj: mr rogers never lies

heh. we'll see about that. (: