Oh, what a very strange day it has been.

K. Nathan and I went to play tennis after school today. We really did more of just lying around in the grass.
And I used blogger to upload my pictures like you guys suggested. Yay.

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Hullo again. Yesterday was a really beautiful day. I used that to my advantage and took a few photos. Here they are.
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Those are tulips, if you couldn't tell.





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K. So we went on a field trip today to the St. Louis Art Museum and then the Cathedral. I really had a lot of fun just hanging out with my friends and getting pictures. Unfortunately, all the pictures I tried to take inside turned to shit. So I guess you get to look at pictures of my friends (and a few random things that turned out okay).

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Daxxy


Alisandre




Quite obviously, I'm attacking Allison in this photo.






"GOD DAMMIT, GET THIS SNAKE OFFA ME!"

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Here's a few photos I took after school today.





Merci! Retournez!

Hello again. Here's some photos I captured by myself and some alongside Justin yesterday.
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Uh-oh! This story blog is quickly turning into a photo blog. I can't help it... I went on a photo adventure today (by accident o.x) and took some interesting piccahs that I have to share.

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-A few tips for photo adventures-

:Fill up your car

:Don't plan on where you're going

:Randomly turn on strange roads

:Take your time -- even if you're taking pictures from your car and someone is coming up behind you. You'll regret it if your picture turns out badly because you went too fast.

:Employ your emergency blinkers often

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Okay. Here's a different sort of post: A picture post! Yay. So here's a few pictures I've taken over the past couple days. I've also decided that it's impractical to try and write a story everyday. Because when you're pressed to write a story everyday, they get more and more mediocre. So I'll do it whenever I get a good one down on paper.
Anyway here's the digis.

This was a giant dog that Allison and I saw (and consequently played with) on a bike ride last week. It really was giant, it probably weighed more than both of us. Anyway, we called him/her Sweetheart.


These were taken at my grandparents' house in southern IL:







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His name was Trench and Her name was Fleuri. It was a sunny, but blustery, day around 8:15 in the morning when He saw Her walking down the halls of their high school. He loved Her at once. She was wearing a skirt and a cute little polo shirt.
He watched Her all through the day. He loved Her more and more with each glance he caught, whether She was laughing with Her friends or nibbling on the end of Her pencil. He loved the way She didn't really walk, more skipped floatingly. He loved the way Her little pink lips moved and the way Her ponytail bobbed up and down as She walked. No, not walked, skipped floatingly.
After school, He followed Her to the café. She was sitting inside with Her classy friends, but He remained outside (even though it was rather windy), pretending to read a book.
Finally, She stood up to leave. As She came out the door, there was a particularly large gust of wind.
Her skirt flew up and She squealed, trying frantically to hide Her cute flowery panties.
Trench chuckled and was happy.

Hullo. I'm Kelsey. This is my story-a-day-or-so blog. Inspired by my friend Justin's photo-a-day blog (http://www.mrblueskyphotos.blogspot.com/).
I say "or-so" because, frankly, it might be really hard to write a story EVERY single day. Sometimes the creative juices just don't flow. But I'll try my damndest!
As you can see below, I've already made one post. Posts like this, made by me in my voice, will be made in a different color so it doesn't all just blendtogether.
Read up!

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Listen:

Once there was a man who was a big blob with a head. He wore a blue three-piece suit and was very, very large. In fact, he was so large that he was at least the weight of three normal people and at least the height of two.This man, who we will call Big Blob, owned a very large business that sold papers. He didn't sell blank paper, like some people do, but he sold paper that was already typed on. You see, around the time of Big Blob, important men like himself really, really disliked writing papers to other important men. And you know what? They really, really disliked reading them as well. So, they invested in papers that were already written on, no matter what they said, because, well, they neither liked to write them nor read them. So, none of the important men wrote the papers and none of them read the papers, they just pretended like they were very important papers (also known as VIP).HOWEVER, Big Blob only sold the papers that were already written on, he didn't write them. He only recieved them and sent out his own product to other important men. Instead of writing the papers, he had many less important men write them.
One of these men was named Jake Spizzoo. Jake was an ordinary fellow who earned an ordinary wage typing up VIPs. His days blended together and were mostly the same. The only thing that stood out was the time he got to spend at home with his not-so-ordinary wife, Liza Spizzoo.
In fact, his days blended SO much together that, while typing up VIPs one day, he fell asleep at his desk! And can you imagine how Big Blob reacted? Let me show you:
"BLER BLER BLER BLER GARRRHHHH?!????" He screamed at the top of his lungs, attracting the attention of all the others in the office.
"Nuh?" Asked Jake, snapping awake.
"TAR, TAR!!! FERBARKEEEESSAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!" Big Blob raged.
"Uhn! Uhn!" Said Jake apoligetically.
"Marr..." said Big Blob. "Mar, mar, mar... arshrah!" And with that, he walked away.
Jake sighed heavily and got back to work, sad as ever. When he finally got home, he was still sad, and Liza took notice.
"Oobah.. oobah." She said soothingly.
"Nashnash kezbar snathka!" Replied Jake despairingly.
"Ahhhooo." She said kindly.
"Naahhh... parrbar." He said, sinking into bed and promptly falling asleep.
It was a restless sleep that our friend Jake had. He began to dream. No, not dream, have nightmares. But each gentle breath that came from Liza's soft lips calmed him.
The next day, Jake returned to work, rejuvinated. But the day proved to wear him down once again, and he fell asleep at his desk.
"BARRRRRRRRCCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!" SCREAMED BIG BLOB.
"NUH!" Said Jake, jerking awake.
"BARBARBARBAR KATRZZZ!!!!" Hollered Big Blob, pointing to the door.
"No." Said Jake defiantly.
"Uhh?" Said Big Blob, stupefied.
"No." Jake repeated.
And with that, Jake stood up and jumped onto his desk, kicking things over and making a huge mess. BASH! CRASH! SMASH! went all of the deskly things.
"ARRRRRR!" Cried Big Blob in anguish.
DRASH! LASH! FRASH! KABASH!
When Jake's outburst was finally over, Big Blob was on the floor crying.
"Murhhhh..." Pleaded Big Blob.
"NAH! Too flawer mer stayen." Demanded Jake.
"Okay." Said Big Blob.
And from then on, Jake was happy.