I'm struggling with coming up with things to talk about. It's a serious problem for me because... well I'm a talker.
Let's make a list of my life events this past month or so:
-School
-Family (my brother got engaged!)
-llama herding
-utter and complete boredom
-MUSIC
-cowboy
-more boredom
-orchestra
So really not that much. You know why? It's because SCHOOL. Yup. it's dumb that way. School makes all my friends super busy with homework so even though I'm not busy, I can't ever do anything with them. It drives me nuts. I'm a very extroverted person. I NEED PEOPLE.
So because I have no one to talk to, I have nothing to talk about! My brother who just left was great because we'd just sit up at nights and talk about the coolest stuff and I loved it! now it's just me and two little sisters. I love them, but I hate it.
Now you've finally had me rant to you. How do you like it? Do you hate me yet? I'm going to assume you said no. Thanks for lying to me.
So! What do you wanna hear about? Llama Herding?
ok then!
Llama Herding it is!
Let it be known! I'm a llama sitter.
I feed llamas and cats (and I used to feed peacocks) and they all love me because of my sparkling, sunshine-y personality. You can tell just by looking at this guy's face that he absolutely adores me. You've never seen such a look of longing as the one this sad llama currently sports, I know.
Would you like to hear a TOTALLY TRUE story about these fantastic llamas? I knew you would!
here goes it:
Once upon the childhood of a certain teenager, there existed such things as torturous and dreaded piano lessons. Said young child was practicing piano, really diggin' into the old ivories when she suddenly heard a car horn from behind her.
She spun around to see for herself the grandeurous calamity that had caused the poor driver to sound the alarm. To her surprise, a llama was coming straight at her, crossing the road in front of a car. Heroically, the small child answered the call to action and corralled the disoriented camelid back through his swinging, open gate, all by herself. Then, simply because she was bored of the awe-inspiring task, the fantastic child fetched her older brother and had him retrieve the other two with his friends.
The truth of the matter:
The llama really did cross the street, just like I told you, but all the child did was laugh, gasp for air, scream for her brother, and 'assisted' as he and his much-burlier-than-I-am friends scared the creatures back into their pen. They're really quite skittish animals. It's not that hard. The peacocks also got loose several times, but I was always too small to help catch them.
I'm sure you loved the story.
You're so very welcome,
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