do you know any elephants that can spit out pieces of a map of India? I didn't THINK SO! Meet my friend, bob.
I might be using the name bob too much. BUT BOB IS SUCH AN AWESOME NAME!

Anyways, this elephantAY is on my wall! an improvement on the coolness of my roomio ;)

evil bunny with a mustache and buck teeth.



my parents call me a pig
my sister a non-monkey
my friends call me a deranged orangutan that cant find her stuff

I shall take these remarks as direct threats to the well-being of me, lily chopstick. HAHA! blogger corrected my "capstick" to chopstick! I guess I am a chopstick then.

ANYWAYS, whatever my name may be I must avenge myself by...

using my fork and knife correctly at the dinner table
showing my sister my amazing kitchen counter top and shelf monkey climbing skillzzzz
make my room so amazing that I not only can find my stuff BUT my room will be so organized and DETAILED and FLAMAKUSH AMAZING that they will faint when they walk in through my door.


I will post my progress...



Jello! (Me speaking in an odd english accent)
The question is, am i saying Hello? Or Jello?
The truth is, I don't really know. I am assuming I said Jello because I was talking about the food, but then again, Hello makes a lot of sense here. It's been a while blogger. It's been a while. so yes, hello there! Jello there gov'na, Bonjour! Hola! Gutentak! Chowder!
Wait, no. Chowder? no. that's not right....

Why do I keep thinking of foods? First Jello in my hello, then Chowder in my Ciao. I am thinking of foods because well, ONE I am a teenager, and TWO food is amazing, and THREE... I've got an essay to do. And it's 11:47 pm. whooooops.

I wish I was Jello... now that I think about it! Jello has no bones. obviously. It isn't a creature like you and me. It doesn't breathe. It doesn't eat. Oh the poor thing! What does it live for? It lives for my belly. And it lives for the fact that it doesn't have to make skeleton essays.

Okay what? Yes. Skeleton essays.
I have to write a skeleton essay right now and I couldn't help but think that if I was jello, I TOTALLY WOULD NOT HAVE TO WRITE THAT ESSAY!

For one, I wouldn't have hands to type/write with.
two, I wouldn't have eyes to see what I was writing.
But further more, I wouldn't have a skeleton of my own, and would be so very confused on what a skeleton essay was!

Why, when my teacher would go up to me and ask, umm... WHERE IS YOUR SKELTON ESSAY YOU FOOL?! with her scary "I"M GOING TO EAT YOU" face. I would start to cry, as a jello man, and say. Oh but teacher! I do not know what a skeleton is! I do not have a skeleton of my own. Oh how I wish I did. Oh, wahhhh. I WISH I HAD A SKELETON LIKE YOU!

and then I would start to sing as a jello man, my jello songs would put my teacher into a trance of which she would say," oh you poor piece of jello! You do not have to complete this skeleton essay requirement!"

To which I, the jello, would be delighted and would smile!

What a marvelous plan!

Oh, but wait.

Jello has bones. JELLO IS BONE. IT IS MADE UP OF SKELETONS OF ANIMALS! OH NO! My idea has been squashed under a watermelon!

Looks like I have to write this essay....

Good night govna!
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