School

This is what I wrote at school today, about a half an hour before I went home sick. (I almost fainted…again.

Uuuuugh, I don’t know. I don’t want to doooo this. I don’t feel good, I want to go home. My home is right there <=, so why can’t I go? Well, I can, but I’d get in trouble, and I FEEL CRAPPY. I wanna go home. L GRR! L L LLLLJ<=DIE! HAPPY SMILES ARE BAD! I really don’t want to be in this room with Eamon, he is being overly annoying. EAMON IS A POOPY BRAIN. OR...a poopy Brian. He could be a poopy Brian, it’s very possible. Well...I think a poopy brain is more possible, but STILL. He COULD be a poopy BRIAN! OMG, I AM SO POSTING THIS ON MY BLOG. Hahahah, I said blong, instead of blog, cause I am being annoyed at the moment, so I can’t type. “Why do you have to be that way, Ava, why can’t ypu accept my love?” Well. Eamon, it’s because you’re a poopy Brian, and you poop on Brian and brains. Those are two VERY bad things. I think Eamon just said that once he got really mad and pooped in his pance. Eamon keeps hurting littlies.

Very insightful, I know. PS, I love you Eamon!