There Are Ducks EVERYWHERE!!!

I've come to this place to find inspiration. Its amazing how atmospheres can affect one's writing. I'm currently sitting on the ground, in front of a bench, on the deck of the Lake Lillian Park. Its quite peaceful here. For a moment, I feel as if everything serious in the world goes away and all that's in my personal world is peace and comfortable relaxation...even though my bum hurts from sitting on this hard floor. A man accross the lake from me is in the midst of catching a fish...he's been wrestling it for a while now. There's been lots of spashing and flashes of tail fin for the past minute and a half... he just pulled it out! Its ginormous! I really wish I knew more about fish so I could tell you what kind it was...but it was definitely bigger than I would ever expect anyone to catch in Lake Lillian...I'm inspired to fish. He put the fish in a bucket...I think he's breaking the law. I've heard that you're not supposed to fish out here...and that if you do, you have to abide by the "catch and release" policy. Hm...I've decided that man is an evil, law breaking man. He's probably plotting to take over Belleview and murder us all like he just did that poor humungus fish... It's okay, ill pray for him. :) I'm seiously enjoying myself at this spot...where I am currently, I see six turtle heads poking up at the top of the water. Behind me I can hear the squeak of the old swingset and the sound of children laughing mixed with ducks quacking. I'm telling you, I'm in a movie! The lighting and temerature are perfect...there's a slight breeze and it's beautiful outside! Some obnoxious person with a large stereo system just drove by with their pounding gangster music and disturbed my peace...I'm upset. Ha...they parked just next to the dock. They are very loud. I shall attempt to enjoy myself and my free time despite the thumping and slight shaking of my surroundings. Ah! They turned it off...cool. :) Oh they actually are gangsters! They just got out of their car and made it obvious. Oh look, they have a puppy! How cute. :) Alas, the true cuteness returns. A family with a toddler just arrived at the park and are enjoying themselves. Its amazing how an 18 month old child can do literally anything and they steal the attention of everyone around them and create giggles and coos from everybody. Cute kids make adults look like idiots...all the "baby talk" and goofiness. I love it! Two boys just came up to the lake behind me...I'm pretty sure they're fishing under the deck and don't know that I'm here. Their conversations are funny. :) Aahh today's nice...I guess I'd better go study my Bible quizzing...I have a tournament tomorrow! Nerdy, right? ;)

Poop? Aww man!!!!

Why hello, "Other" Blog! Yes, it has been seventy-six years since I've posted; and no, it's not because I don't like you anymore. It's because...well...I guess I don't really have an excuse for neglecting you. Uh...my bad. : /
Yeah, anyhow...hi! My head hurts. How's yours?
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That's okay. I didn't really expect you to answer anyways. You rarely ever talk back to me...but don't worry, none of my writings talk back to me! That is unless I reread them...then, sometimes they communicate to me. But, nothing on this blog does! It's all wonderful nonsense, like poop and candy! Poop's not cool...nor is it a ladylike thing to say. I'm regretting typing the word...or even thinking it. : / I'm sorry! If it weren't for my "no backspace rule" for this blog, I'd totally go back and take that off. but you get to see the whole flow of randomness in my thoughts this way...including the poop. Well, maybe you're not reading the full flow of the randomness...okay yeah, you're definitely not reading it all. It's a party in this here noggin of mine, and waaaay too much to type! ;)
Have you ever legitimately winked at someone? I have. It's fun.
I mean, no! No I haven't ever and I won't ever... winking should definitely wait till you're 18...or 28. Or never...winking can be dangerous! Actually any activity that involves your eyes or facial muscles can be dangerous. Once, back when my cheeks were even fatter, I smiled so big that my cheek actually poked me in the eye. It was one of the weirdest and funniest experiences of my life. It's sort of embarrassing I guess...but, whatever, I've done gone and blogged it now! Oookay...I for reals don't wanna stop writing. It feels so good and cool and stuff! But I have a beasty bball game ahead of me tomorrow...and not to mention school. So, here I go...I'm going to attempt to hit the sack with full force in hopes that one of us (preferrably me, rather than the sack) reacts with becoming knocked out. Wish me luck! Night! :)