Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Why I hate play practice sometimes.

So remember how Carlos was sick?

And I said he was gonna die by the end of the week?

Well he died. To read this on Kat's blog, click here.

His funeral was today, because the guy who wanted to eat him killed him.

So, metaphorically, my friendship with Jenna is dead. But not really.

How did I not know this?

BECAUSE I HAD PLAY PRACTICE.

So Jen and Kat broke into my locker and said:

Lolz, lets leave her some food!

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