Sometimes I get really scared because I can act really stupid and it just kinda... happens! Like I'll just be in my desk in I start laughing and I don't know why!
In stores I'll just start dancing. I name everything! There's a piece of gum on a window in our sixth grade classroom. I named it! I forget what but I know I did.
I could go on forever about the stuff I do. Every Friday I wear a pixelated bow tie to school (named Sulamen) I will wear my fake mustache (Carl) and walk like a stalker, it's bad... or is it? Maybe I'm not crazy... I might just be... QuiffHead. Maybe it's just me? Or maybe my dad dropped me on my head when I was little.
Sorry for the short chapter but yeah... Beannacht!
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Being a ginger and stuff
Non-FictionI basically just talk to you guys about myself. I hope I don't bore you with my endless talking :3 but yeah I just want to clear some things up about gingers that really tick me off and other stuff. Enjoy!
