I have absolutely no idea what to write about. Usually I have some weird story to tell but this time I have nothing. For the past hour and a half I’ve been re-learning how to use powerpoint because the last time I used it was when I was in 4th grade and now I have to use powerpoint to make a presentation for my Chinese class for my final exam.
Oh my god I just thought of something I did when I was younger. I was like two years old and I had just seen Mary Poppins so I grabbed my little spiderman umbrella and ran to the backyard where my mom had built this table. I climbed on the table, walked to the edge, opened my umbrella, stood there for about 5-10 minutes, climbed down, and went back inside. I was going to jump off the table and float down with my umbrella like how Mary Poppins did but I was too scared and chickened out.
Do yall remember those cringy POV videos people used to post on tiktok in like 2019-2020. They’d be about something like “when you turn 16 the government gives you an adjective and that’s how you have to act for the rest of your life but now you’re 17 and you don’t have one so you pretend you have one so the government won’t kill you” or something like that. I was scrolling through reels the other day and I saw one of those that someone had reposted from tiktok.
I literally have no idea what my short story is going to be about but I do, however, know that whatever it’s about, it will be trash. For that, I apologize in advance. Maybe I’ll write a story but some of the character lines are lines from songs. I don’t know. If y’all wanna use that idea, go for it. Oh god my back hurts.
At this point I’m just rambling. I do that a lot. Earlier today my brother and I were talking and I said he and I should find new land, create our own empire and anyone who abuses a dog should be punished with wet dog food. Can you even imagine how awful that would be?? Like wet dog food already stinks. I bet it would taste awful if it got in your mouth while being suffocated. I heard a statistic years ago that suffocation was one of the worst ways to die.
That reminds me of this one time in 5th grade I went with my mom to get my hair done because it was my birthday and one of her friends recommended this lady who worked at her hair salon in her house. It was so weird. She was weird. I had really long hair that was about 4-5 inches past my shoulders and I cut it all off to my chin and got highlights. I wanted blonde highlights but the lady messed up my hair and they turned out some shade of orange. It still looked good because of the shade my hair was back then but it wasn’t what I wanted. My mom also wanted highlights and the lady was like “ohh nooo you should let me dye your hair orange!” WHAT?? ORANGE?? Anyway my mom kept telling the lady no but the lady kept pestering my mom so my mom caved. It looked so bad. It was like a yellowish mandarin orange. My mom saw it and had this look on her face that obviously said she hated it and the hairdresser lady kept going on and on about how good it looked and even then she said if in a few days my mom didn’t like it anymore she could come back and she would fix my moms hair for $200. I kid you not she actually said that. We never went back there.
Ok well, I’ve rambled enough. Until next time.
I used to watch them POV stories. They be having whole series sometimes that were actually good.