adam pacitti

http://thegirlofmydreams.co.uk/story.html

my newtastic story.

i am writing a story (((on quizilla)))
it is called My name is Alexis and I never cry.
yupperdoodle.
i like it.
or rather, i like writing it.
so there.
http://www.quizilla.com/stories/14303857/my-name-is-alexis-and-i-never-cry

my rebellious plot

i have decided upon something.
i am going to do something dangerous, uncalled-for, probably embarrassing, and most definitely AGAINST THE RULES.
i am going to die my hair.
permanently.

i have a problem

i am currently stuck in a very large pickle. and the pickle has a pickle too. most pickles there's a way out, but not my pickle. my pickle must be pregnant or something, cos i'm stuck in this pickle and really have no way of escaping it's vinegar-y depths. well, there's one way.
to let time heal it.
but then again, as tom felton so wisely stated in a song that basically describes my pickle (not exactly, but to an extent), time isn't healing.
so basically i'm stuck in the bottom of a deep, dark pit filled with pickles and my only comfort is listening to the song time isn't healing and knowing that a bunch of other people are screwed too.
because my pickle is the most cliche, most common pickle of all.
i'm in love with someone who doesn't love me back.
who can't love me.
i'm in love with edmund pevensie.
he's fucking fictional. and he's dead.

the quick brown fox jumped over the snoozy dog.

this post is different. there's something wrong with it. not wrong, but there's something not quite right.
let's discuss chickens. my chickens (the ones who live on my property) tend to be difficult to live with. mo is very loud. the morning is the best time to be loud, he thinks. i think he likes the mornings best just to bug us.
did you guess the wrong yet?
no?
you know, i don't get why chickens end up being judged with such cruelty. everyone believes chickens to be DUMB! or FRIGHTENED! or simply un-bold.
would you like to know the wrong?
well, in this post one letter is missing. it isn't used once throughout the entire thing. the letter? guess.

Double-Yoo. Tee. Eff.

So, you know the kajillion mini kids on my bus. Well,
the other day they were having a fight (argument, whatever) and were calling each other really rude names. This Grade Two girl named Katelyn was calling this little kindergarten kid a "Gay Whore". Like, honestly, what the frizbee.

Ah, It starts so young

Today I was thinking about "marrying" and "going out" and "having a crush" for kindergarteners. I remember being a Kindergartener, sorta. I had a "crush" on a boy named Samuel, Sam for short (some things never change). I cannot remember what he looks like, but he surely cannot have been good-looking. This was kindergarten, after all.
Today, a boy in my class had said he got "married" in kindergarten. Upon being asked who his wife was, he answered "I dunno, there were lots". And it's true! When you're in kindergarten, you pretend to hate guys, then pretend you've kissed loads of them and who knows what other dememented shit. The sad thing, it is only the beginning.
On my bus, there are 4 or 5 kindergarteners. One of them is a boy named Hayden. He's cool. Ironically (or maybe not so ironically) his Reading Buddy is the boy from the story above. Anyways. Another of these Kindies is Haley Gray. Might I also note there is only one kindergarten class, and these kids go from being best friends to hated enemies every day.
Hayden was talking with a boy named Connor. Connor is one of Haley Gray's numerous older siblings. I think he's in Grade One. Connor and Hayden were talking about Star Wars (I think) and Hayden was being "Yoga". Not Yoda, Yoga.
During this, Connor told Haley Gray (there are three Haleys on our bus), that Hayden wanted to "go out" with her. I don't know if this is true or not, but Hayden had simply no idea Connor was announcing it.
Haley Gray got mad at them and said they were mean for talking about her.
Hayden was confused. Understandably.
And I thought: wait 'til they're twelve, or fifteen, or twenty.
'Cause if they have relationship problems now...
Wow.