Why me? Tishe's Blog

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NaNoWriMo Final Stretch
HW: RJ 12.1 Meet in Lab tomorrow


We came into class and Ms. Nakada told Karina to read the blog. It was too long. Finally, the article ended, and she chose me. Me? Really? She wasn't even looking at me. I understand you want to hear my amazing blog writing skills, but I don't want to do this blog so early. Thank you, Karina. You have ruined my day. I hope you can live with that. Shoutout to Ghenet, she wanted in my blog; I can't blame her. Karina, you will feel my revenge. Anyway, Ms. Nakada's talking about something, [winning NaNoWriMo] but I can't focus too much because I have to write this blog. Karina, feel my wrath. I know you all have waited for the second chapter of my amazing blog so here I go.


Tishe's Blog: Version Two: Mkayyyyyy. Eli is saying "Giggity" because his role model is Quagmire. He's going to end up in jail for that. I try so hard not to put him in the blog, but it is impossible. He loves the attention. Darian and Matthew are laughing at me, so I'm going to bad-mouth them. Darian, you sniffle/snort too much. Matthew, do your work. Everybody's doing their work so I don't know what to write. I just found out from inside intelligence that Billie got a red-card in soccer. I don't know how you can get a red card from soccer. Either you curse the referee out, or you start a fight with somebody. My friend keeps talking to me in the hallway. I am going to be on Mr. Hastings head because his team got smacked, 50-0 by USC. Come on now. Score at least three points, UCLA. Mr. Hastings should hang his head in shame. I'm trying to have good grammar, so I capitalize everything I need to. Mr. Hastings is a'ight. He was hurt because I didn't say thank you to him on my blog writing skills, and he said that I have a big head. Thank you, Captain Obvious. He is okay. 


Ms. Nakada is snapping, and I personally hate snapping. It hurts my fingers, and sounds extremely annoying. It is manageable, though. How to make this blog funny.... I GOT IT. Nah, it is too hard. Ice, Ice, Baby. I will not saying I am hungry or bored, because people always do that. How about... I'm full, and I am excited to do work! I'm a lie. 


How come when Ms. Nakada sneezes, everybody say "Bless you", but when I sneeze, nobody says anything. I am disappointed. Especially, Karina. Eli tried to get a tissue, but he got REJECTED by Ms. Nakada. Let me play it out for you.
(Eli walks to tissue box and grabs tissue)
"Aren't you banned from that?" Ms. Nakada says.
"I-, Wh-," he stutters.
Eli, take a seat, because you just got milked by Ms. Nakada. My friend comes down the hallway and talks to me again. Man, he does not quit. Now is this the best blog, grammar-wise? [Yes, Tishe, it's been quite good]. Mhm. Now, people are going to hate me for this, but the Twilight series is so bad, I would rather sit in urine than watch that. Anissa is writing her novel, and she is in the zone, Auto-Zone. Shout out to... glazed donuts. What would we do without glazed donuts? I hope my blog is shorter than Karina's, and yes, this is rag on Karina day. You had it coming for a long time, she-devil. Just kidding, or... Nah. My feet are asleep. I HATE THAT. It is so hard to move it, and it hurts. Brian's 45,000 goal was extreme. He changed it to 10,000. I knew that was coming. The class is coming to an end. If i didn't mention you, I'm sorry. Shoutout to everybody in this class. A lot better than Ms. Nakada's 6th period. I'm not hungry at all. I feel that my time on the blog is not over yet. When I do the blog next, be ready for Version 3. Owen, do not copy my style. The bell is ringing, so, uhhhhh, it is time for me to go. See you next time, my friends. (Say that with the Dos-Equis guy's accent. Whata boss.) Bye, I need to end this. Can we leave now? THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG. I didn't make this blog ghetto. Mission accomplished, x2.