The water’s too darn cold to go swimming in yet. I will die from hypothermia, I just know it.
I think I’ll read “Dracula”. At least it’s a book that actually makes vampires the bad guys. Unlike Twilight, which is, like, cheap trash.
Oh my gosh, my cat is drinking the chlorine water from the pool. She’s going to get sick now, I just know it.
I’m glad our family has modest standards for swimwear; I don’t have to worry about losing weight to look good in a bikini.
Why does “Dracula” start off with Jonathan telling us what he ate? Who starts a book off like this?
Maybe if I just ease into the water a little at a time I’ll get used to it. NOBODY SPLASH ME!
Cheese sticks. Are. Amazing.
Why is it so hot outside. I’m almost melting.
I just painted my nails last night, how did I ruin this one so fast?
Can’t put Dracula down. This is fascinating piece of literatu—oh my… GOSH HE IS SO STUPID, DON’T GO IN THAT ROOM, YOU IDIOT! NO, WHY ARE YOU DECIDING TO SLEEP IN THERE? OH MY WORD, YOU ARE STUPID, JONATHAN! AHHHHHGGGG, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE…. wait no, I’m only in Chapter Three, he must survive this act of stupidity.
Ahhh, this water is from paradise it’s self, why didn’t I get used to it sooner?? Hand me my goggles, I must now go deep sea diving!
I don’t need sunscreen.
Why didn’t I put on sunscreen.
Welcome to Iron Chef America, we join sue-chef Jamie as she finely dices an onion for tonight’s main course… hamburgers. See how she wields that knife; that’s true technique, Bob.
Why was the commercial for play.google so fascinating I had to watch the entire thing?
Okay, I’m really cold after all, I’m getting out of this ice bucket… where’s my towel? Why didn’t I bring a towel out here????
Why is my kitty still drinking out of the pool. She is going to fall in and drown, I just know it.
Dracula…. why are you so interesting and horrifying at the same time?! I will blame Dylan if I have nightmares, he told me about this in the first place….
At least I’m not reading Twilight.
I want ice cream now.
I literally should type ‘what is the name of the stick that the conductor holds’ into Google because I don’t know stuff like that. Oh, it’s called a baton. Why didn’t I know that.
Hhmmm, I think I’ll go put all this on my blog.