The Berkley KIDS Newsletter

INSENSITIVE JERK.

2009-01-29T17:48:00.000-08:00

Okay, I'll get right down to it today.

I never really insulted Greg and meant it, they were all jokes. Really. (You got a face of disbelief right now, don't ya')

And today I insulted him.
For the first time.
It was so weird.

He kept saying I like Dhruv, and Indian kid who sits next to me. He doesn't celebrate Christmas. He does celebrate Halloween. Sorry, but NO WAY.

So I called him an insensitive freak. Cuz he is one. The end.

~Weldom

SNOW DAY SNOW DAY SNOW DAY COMPUTER STINKS!

2009-01-28T07:05:00.000-08:00

#1. IT'S A SNOW DAY IT'S A SNOW DAY WHOOO-HOO WHOO-HOO LADIDADILAAAALAAA! WHO-HOO! I'M CRAZY! FOR SNOW! FOR SNOW!!!! WHIPEEE!!

#2. MY COMPUTER STINKS. Sure, it's great and all, but it's so OLD. IT'S 8 YEARS OLD. THAT'S OLDER THAN MY BROTHER. It won't connect to wireless internet properly at the time, so I'm afraid I'm going to stop typing right about...

Snowfully Yours,

NOW!

SOO ME.

2009-01-26T17:28:00.000-08:00

2009-01-26T17:17:00.001-08:00

ABUDUCTION BY BUNNIES, BEAVERS, AND JESS AARONS!

2009-01-26T16:40:00.001-08:00

I've been abducted (by Native American Sioux allies) once again. This time, it's ppl from two books, Sign of the Beaver and Bridge to Teribithia, and it's bunnies. A crazy ones. It's actually a rabbit, but who cares? I'll bring you up to speed on the days events tomorrow, right now I have an abduction to enjoy.

So please just sit here and enjoy these pictures of my crazy rabbit abductors:

And this picture of my new header (That I'm working on figuring out how to use.)

~Weldom

The Story In Which Had Been Postponed:

2009-01-24T07:12:00.000-08:00

THURSDAY
EIGHTH PERIOD
MUSIC CLASS:

Jerelle Beckford walked into the music room like any other normal being should, except more immature, as always.

I, Sarah AKA Weldom, walked in and plopped right down in my spot. Unlike every other person in that class, I think music class rocks, except for the unfortunate fact that Jerelle Beckford plopped down (while talking loudly and immaturely,) right next to me. By force. He had to, but he could have been nicer about it.

Jerelle Beckford, in the midst of laughter and confusion, stood up. The music teacher was joking around with her students. Gregory then said, "Air High Five!" His desired air-five was recieved.

Thus seeing this, Jerelle went to the music teacher and said, "Air-hug!" His desired air-hug was NOT recieved.

And so, by involuntary instincts, I curled up into a ball and made myself as tiny as possible. That's when I heard the most immature 5^th grader in history say, "AWWW GIMME' A HUG!"
Just to bug me.
Just to annoy me.
And when I opened my eyes,
The most disgusting thing in the world was hugging me.
Just to bug me.

I'D RATHER HAVE GREG HUG ME. I'D RATHER HAVE MR.R THE BALD GYM TEACHER HUG ME. I'D RATHER HAVE MYLES HUG ME. I'D RATHER HAVE EVEN

POLO hug me. And that's scary. Really scary.

At the end of the year, I think I'll hug every person in my class except for Jerelle.

But only for money of course... Anybody? Huh? Hello? Nvm.

Sincerely Yours, (As long as ur not Jerelle,)

FINALLY!

2009-01-22T13:07:00.000-08:00

GRANNNNNNDD OPPENNNING MY PEEPS! IF YOU LOOK ABOVE YOU'LL SEE THIS IS THE BERKLEY KIDS NEWSLETTER.

You'll also see this is NOT wordpress.
WHOOOO! WEEE! WEEEE!!!!! typetypetype. WHOOO-HOO! YAY YAY YAY YAYAYAYAYAYAY!

This is so happy! No problems watsoever! I can scroll up, down, left, right, IT WORKS! IT WORKS!!!! IT SKIPS LINES PERFECTLY, IT DOESN'T ACT UP ON ME! MY COMPUTER'S NOT FREEZING! IT'S NOT FREEZING!

Nyways, it's too happy for me to give you a regular post, I can't tell you a story today, no I'm too happy. I'll tell you my story tomorrow.

I'd like to thank Penn, my good writing buddy, Annika and her brothers, some very good supporters, my computer, for being there for me, my mailman (who's name escapes me), that old lady down the street who gave me a nickle, and the nice women who gives me lollipops at the bank. THANK YOU ALLL, AND GOOD-NIGHT!

Thanks 4 reading, ur welcome 4 writing,

~Weldom