Marshmellow Madness

I love Glee. So much.

I'm not a TV person, but this show is SPECIAL. When I watch an episode, I love to try out the songs. See if I can sing them... And honestly, I hardly ever seem to succeed. But I don't really care.

You might not know this, but I love to sing. More then a lot of thing. More then Science of course. More then Social Studies. More then... ice cream. Singing is really just a way to have fun for me. I sing all the time. In the shower, while on the toilet, I sing in the kitchen, and sometimes I don't even realize I am singing. I am just walking around and then all of a sudden my sister will tell me to shut up, and I realise I have been singing for the past few minutes. Oh, and I am also a song maker upper. Kind of...

I like to make up little singy songs when bored.

Like in web design, or music.

For some reason, they all seem to always have something to do with either hamburgers, other types of food, or muffins. (See muffins aren't food, they are people.) Ever heard of muffin films? Oh and then there are marsh mellows. Oh Marshmellows.

Here.

Let me make up a catchy tune right now about Marshmellows.

Of course...

You won't be able to hear it.

But I promise you I am making this up on the spot.

Ready?

Go.

Marshmellows.

THey are like

not yellow

They are so

yummy

like mellow

chellow

chilli

silly

billy

mashmellow

ohh

yea

they make me

feel

like

dancing

yea

mashmellows

fly fly

now

fly fly

like a bird

don't fly too far though marshmellow

or you might die.

wow

That might just be my best work ever.

haha, not exactly...

Okay. Honestly this has got to be the weirdest blog I've got going here. I mean, where am I going with this. I guess if you are reading thing you are a bit confused. but if you know me, you might be slightly giggling. I guess I do this blog, because I don't want to do my homework. Or I do it because, it's kind of fun.

Although it is a bit like opening your diary to the world. I hope there isn't a creepy old marshmellow reading about me. it might be planning its revenge on me, for what I did to its son. Yea, I ate his son.

Okay, you know what I think I should go now. before I start talking crazier then what I already am.