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[Better Enterprises] Report | 07/23/2012 9:20 pm

You sexy.
Mmm, touch my body parts in an inappropriate manor.

Lilliah II Report | 09/05/2010 9:28 pm

I just thought I'd let you know that if it weren't for you, I'd have given up by now.
I love you. Seriously.
You're probably the most important person in my life.
Besides my boyfriend.
But even he has his days.
Besides, he drives a mini van.
Well, like I said, I love you.
Write that letter soon!
:]

Lilliah II Report | 04/14/2009 10:38 am

Ah, chocolate.
If chocolate was a man...
Haha.
Happy-belated Easter!
Ugh, today is my last day of Easter break.
And I didn't even get chocolate on Easter.
I got a chicken sandwich at 11:30 P.M..
But I was too tired to eat it, so I went to bed and had it for breakfast.
Wholesome, huh?

Lilliah II Report | 04/11/2009 10:24 am

Why, 'ello there, dear Pablo.
How are you?
Happy almost Easter!

Lilliah II Report | 10/22/2008 7:51 pm

Gah, I'm dying.

I can't really think right now, so this comment won't be very substantial. (And, yes, I KNOW I spelled that wrong.)

Well, I'll add as much detail as possible...

It was a bitter winter day... or was it May? (Haha, that rhymed. Oh, lord...)

Well, Mr. Psycho was trying to force my class of three into listening to classical music, you see? (Yeah, that rhymed too, but it was intentional this time. ANYHOW- no more rhymes. I really hate that word now. Rhyme rhyme ryhme... Ugh.)

Kristen was talking and arguing and rambling and what not, and Mr Psycho was getting bothered by it.

So BAM!!!!!1!!!111!!!!

He threw a small, yet standard-sized, silver-grey remote at my head. It had many buttons. It came at my head, getting closer, and closer, and closer. (How's that detail?) Then I ducked.

But the batteries still hit my head.

Owie.

Lilliah II Report | 10/10/2008 5:15 pm

Oh, no problem. It was all the bus’s fault, anyway. That stupid vehicle… It’s like the Bus of Bad news, isn’t it? I’ve never ridden a bus, except on my dad’s bus route on my days where I have no school, or on field trips. (We used to have coach buses, but my school’s gotten really cheap and diorganized. It’s so scary, like the whole thing is falling apart in front of me. I can’t ever imagine that school closing or something. My first memory is seriously from my first day at that school…)

Canadian History, huh? Bet a lot of it is about Frenchmen. I hate my history class. This year is U.S. history. Speaking of tests, I had an impossibly hard religion (or theology or whatever) test today. I, the non-Catholic, got a 98. Everyone else failed. Apparently, people hate me because of it. But I’m not gonna dumb myself down to make them happy.

ANYHOW, The Pablo, (hehe, I’m going to blackmail you with the teehee thing) am I something?

Get a picture, or I’ll be forced to shoot someone! Or atleast describe him to me.

Lazy!? Well, get up off of that thang! (Haha, I found a way to burst into song in a comment! I trump your awesomeness with my musicality.) And we don’t grow out of it, our parents lock us inside.

But, surprisingly, I really don’t like candy, or any sweets for that matter. I don’t like pizza or cake or fast-food or any of that, either. Sue me, I’m un-American. (Which pretty much means I care about my health. Astonishing, no?)

Yes, I guess I am original! I was a chimney sweep last year.

And good, no coppers, it is. But just as a forewarning, I won’t be getting up at two in the morning to travel to Canada and bail your butt out of jail. And tell your dad I give him kuddos, and I’d hold you down while he punched.

Yeah, I guess it was flattering, but he’s also the same man that threw a remote at my head. (Oh, good times… =] )

Lilliah II Report | 09/30/2008 4:03 pm

Oh, haha, no problem. I do the same thing. I just thought that you had mentioned him before or something... Is he worthy of The Pablo? He better be. (Haha, jk.)

Yeah, it's gonna be awesome. Oh, and you know I'll be the best lead ever, just for you.

You don't trick-or-treat?

Aw, that's no fun, dude! Live a little. Shy away from the crowd. (Ha, it's sounds like I'm trying to get you to smoke or something...)

I got another idea, in case I can't be a mime.

I'll be a box turtle.

Wear green and stick a box on my back, and voila! I'm a turtle.

Creative, no? Yay me.

Oh, and you better not get stoned or drunk or a combination of the both at the party!

I don't think you would get internet access in jail. Who would I talk to?!

But I know you won't. Dancing like a retard is SO much better anyways.

Lead role? That's my Pablo!

My music teacher, who also coordinates all of the plays and programs, wants me to be Lucy in 'A Charlie Brown Christmas' this year. It'll only be my second time actually having a speaking part in my ten years of going to the school! I was always a sheep, or 'lady one' or something.

Though, with my one three lines I spoke last year, I must admit, I stole the show ;].

But photographic memory helps, so I can do it.

Lilliah II Report | 09/29/2008 5:26 pm

Yes, I can waste my life online again!

Actually it's not a waste. I've met some pretty nifty people online, like this dude named Talon...

Yeah, I don't think Mr. W has been principal before, but he gave us Halloween back!

We get to do a haunted house, carnival, and everything.

And noon dismissal! Woo!

I get to be the guide in the haunted house. And my class gets to design it.

It's so awesome! I can't wait.

Do you still trick-or-treat?

I do.

You're never too old for candy.

I'm gonna be a mime!

If you do go trick-or-treating, what are you gonna be? (If you don't have any ideas, you could be 'Uh, um... I'm a teenager.' They laugh. You get candy.)

By the way, who's Jesse? I'm really terrible with names...

Lilliah II Report | 09/22/2008 12:49 pm

Good news!

I have power again! We got it last night around eight. I no longer have to suffer hypothermia when I take a shower anymore.

I'm missing school, though.

Here's the deal-

I got to private school, and we're really far out of the reach of the main house thing for the dioscese, which is in Galveston, so when weather or whatever messes up the schedule, we are supposed to follow the local I.S.D.

Well, Mr. Waguespac (he's German, if that wasn't already obvious), our principal, decided to change our schedule at the absolute last minute. We were supposed to stay out of school until Wednesday, but my mom got an email around an hour ago saying we had school today. Half of the students still don't have power!

And I don't know if this guy has any experience being a principal, but it sure as hell doesn't seem like it.

And now, I probably have make-up work. I hate make-up work.

I's not hard or anyhting. I can handle. Heck, it even keeps me from being bored, but it's so senseless! We didn't have any kind of forewarning! Then he expects people to be all cheery about it. I bet he's getting a lot of crap about this. I hope he is.

Anyhow, now my whiny little rant is over.

I'll tell Rachel you feel for her.

Lilliah II Report | 09/18/2008 11:24 am

Well, I have to say that eating bean dip on while riding a mule (the vehicle, not the animal). Haha. It's damn near impossible. Your chip keeps breaking and your fingers get shoved into the bean dip. Ew.

Well, Ike struck.

Don't get me wrong. Natural disasters are great for missing school and all, but when they deprive me of my internet access, they've gone too far.

Well, I haven't had electricity since Friday night (I'm at my mom's work in Houston; we live about forty-five minutes away), and we won't have it until after Monday. We weren't even told when after Monday, so it could be a week or more.

Cold showers suck. I swear, I've gotten hypothermia at least twice.

We have enough branches in our yard to make about two full-size Canadian beaver dams. We've already made one. The county should be picking it up soon.

We had only one small hole in our roof. It was about eight inches in diameter. My dad patched it up, but not before water got inside. It got all the newspaper insillation (I know I spelled that wrong...) wet, so the ceiling collapsed over me sisters fish tank. The fish ate the paper stuff and her favorite one died.

But that lucky turd is sitting in air-conditioning with her two best friends in a really nifty loft.

So, to sum it up, my life is somewhere around the vicinity of hell at the moment...

But it's all cool, Pablo!