Poke Patrick Stump.

I mean yeah, that’s probably weird, but hey, who doesn’t poking at chubby people? And Patrick’s so cute, in the sense of chubbiness. He looks so...aaarrgh. You know when like, you see a really adorable kid and you just wanna squeeze them and all that? Yeah, it’ll probably annoy the kid and yes, I do suppose it would annoy Patrick himself, but still.

So today we saw these two dogs mating. Yep. Everyone just kept laughing, it was massive pandemonium. The bus pulled over and we saw these two dogs stuck at the arse and we were all like, “What are they doing? Why aren’t they running away like they always do when they see us? What?” and apparently, yeah, they were mating. Gosh. And the little kids were so inquisitive about it. They were all like, “Whoa. What are they doing?” My sister knew everything though. She was like, “I know why they’re doing that, they’re making babies! The dog plants a seed into the female dog’s body and she gets pregnant!”

I was kinda grossed out though, I don’t mind them doing that, I just don’t want to see it. Shudders. And when the dogs saw us they were like trying real hard to err, separate. Gosh. And my sister was like, “The guy has to put his thing into the girl’s thing. It’s a good thing humans don’t do that, it’s disgusting.”

And I was like, haha okay whatever. I mean, I can’t tell her that they do, she’s only nine for heaven’s sake. One thing’s for sure: someone’s getting pregnant tonight.
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We didn’t do much in school today. A couple of teachers just went on and on and on lecturing us for hours. Literally. Our Math teacher was the most pissed off, I mean, not everyone’s into Math right, and I guess that the results for the mocks were pit low for most of the students. I pity her. It’s her last year and everyone’s giving her such a hard time. I don’t think she can take it anymore. If she gets some kind of coronary heart disease soon, the school’s gonna pay for her medical bill, I’m sure.

And I guess the rest of the teachers decided to take a little time off and give us free periods. Life is good. I guess.

So does anyone know where Rona is? She hasn’t been returning my calls or replying any of my messages. She’s not replying ANYONE. What the hell is going on? JIS started the school year already. She has to be back from wherever vacation she’s gone on. Where could she be? This is freaky.

Speaking of JIS, I could be moving there next year. But it’s just a slight, distinct, incredibly slim possibility, like, 0.000009% chance of me transferring. Yeah. That low. But still, who doesn’t wanna go there right? And I don’t wanna leave the people here. Not really.

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You know how like, some people try to copy everything you do, from your phone, to your wallpaper, to your music taste, to your friends, to your talents, to the way you speak, the way you wear your hair, the way you walk, the shoes you wear, to where you go, what you do at home, basically EVERYTHING?

What do you make of that? Entirely freaky, that’s for sure. There’s this person, or rather, people, in school who do just that. What am I, your #1 role model or something? I get that, if I’m not me, then I would want to be me too. Haha, kidding. But not the point, these girls are trying to be ME. ME.

Please, just stop. There’s only one, repeat, ONE, Chelsea Beckett around here who’s exactly like me, and that’s ME. Freaking clones. You just CANNOT be like me. Don’t you get that?

Why do you follow me around all day anyway? I have a life you know. And I suggest that you go and get one. I suppose-- okay, why is Beethoven playing? I don’t remember putting him in my playlist. What? I listen to Beethoven now? Sounds cool though. Anyway, I suppose it’s all right to do similar things that I do, but you don’t have to freaking copy every freaking thing I do for goodness sake. These people.

Why don’t you just...be yourself? Or maybe being you sucks. Then do something about it, don’t go hang yourself or anything though. And please, just please, STOP CLONING ME.

YOU CAN’T CLONE ME. Enough said.

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