This Is A Blog For Emma.

Because she asked me to write one.
And to make her a cup of tea. Actually, I think the kettle is about to boil, I'll be right back;

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Okay, I'm back, with tea! I don't really know what to write about in this blog...okay, hang on, I have an idea;
Me; 'Somebody say something.'
Emma; "Hello."

Hello is such a boring word. I like coming up with different things to say, especially when I'm talking to Jamie. With people I'm not close with, I just stick with "Heyy" or "Heyya", but with Jamie, I like to say different things;

"REMEMBER THAT TIME I PUNCHED YOU IN THE FACE?"

Or I say hello in another language. I don't like plain, boring, common things. Whenever I say goodbye to Jamie, I always say "I love your -insert strange body part here-".

e.g.; "I love your kneecaps."
"I love your ear lobes."
"I love your eyelashes."
etc., etc.

I don't like things that everybody does. I don't like being the same as people. Nowadays, I don't like being around people too much. Like, when my friends were asking me why I wasn't coming to Hub this weekend, I kept saying "I don't like people right now." I don't know why -- that's a complete lie, I know exactly why, I'm just reluctant to admit it -- but nowadays I only talk to a handful of people. I mean, not in a way that I'm ignorant, I'll talk to people if they talk to me, but there's only a few people I'll talk to just because. It's too easy for people to let you down, and I'm sick of people.

My friend Emma (not my sister Emma, my friend Emma) has been my friend for 11-12 years. We do our best to annoy each other, make each other angry, etc. but I love it, because I can't do that with a lot of people. I mean, I spent a whole hour today waving my hands in front of Emma's face and shouting, "I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU." And I sing to her too. Every lesson where we're buy each other, or when we walk to lessons together. I like singing, but I'm not good, so I only really sing to Emma. I like it when she doesn't know the song and gets confused.

I've been singing wrock to her lately. Emma (now we're talking about my sister...I know! Confusing.) is the only other one of the people I know R.L. that listen to wrock. I think Angie has listened to a song or two, but I think I listen to the most. I love the way none of my friends listen to it, so it's a little thing I have to myself. The sad thing is, the majority of wrock-related-thingymabobs happen in America, and me being in lil' ol' England can't go. I mean, I actually do love it here in Liverpool, but I wouldn't mind living somewhere more...suitable to my tastes.

God, this blog isn't interesting. Let's tell jokes.

The Big Bad Wolf goes to the Three Little Pigs, "Let me in, or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow this house down!" So the Pigs say, "Go away or we'll sneeze on you!"

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There's three girls at school, and they're talking about their names. The first girl says;
"My name is Rose, because when I was born, a rose fell on my head."
The second girl says;
"My name is Lily, because when I was born, a lily fell on my head."
The third girl says;
"WERFJEHBRKJFHBKJBEKBREBQIRBE!!! -Flails arms-"
The first girl then says;
"Shut up, Fridge!"

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Uhh, my brain has gone blank and I can't think of any more.
Yer know what? That'll do (Donkeh, that'll do.)

Hasta la byebye,

-Caitlin