How pathetically scared I am at everything

I am just trying to prove my case here. I admit it, I am a pansy. So, here it comes. I should start naming these

"Freakishly embarrassing blogs". This would be number two. 

Alright, it all started one day in drama class, my favourite period of the day. Well, actually lunch is. I get to eat. Eating is fun. Unless you are eating some hybrid in a bun, Then eating is not fun. 
Anyways..
Psst, see that cool thing I did with the text? Gnarly duuuude.
Okay, so we were in drama class, and my drama teacher mentions something about footsteps and how nobody was there and blah blah. Then she said the school was built on a school yard, and me being stupid of course, thought she was saying the truth. She turned off the lights, and I went ballistic. I started to shiver, and my friend of course thought I was such a coward. Well, they went on to tell freaking horror stories! In the dark! I spent the whole class thinking someone was behind me. I MEAN WHO WOULDN'T. C'MON PEOPLE. 
But, that's not all of my pansy stories. Here comes #2. So fasten your seat-belt. Wait, if you're sitting in a car you don't need a seat-belt. Scratch that. Nevermind. (No spell check I do not need a hyphen for the word nevermind. Shuddap.)
So, this takes place with the drama group and with the same friend. About high time I mention her, eh? Okay. Zara, welcome to my pathetic blog post! So, we were going to see this play called the huron bride. Short summary of it:
A mill that hums when you sit in it. A freaky little girl who bites animals heads off. A murderous husband who actually isn't murderous, is just really clumsy and marries strange women. I mean, he managed to kill two of his wives! C'mon man! At least get it right the second time. So the whole play, they were playing these strangely projected creepy sounds, and through the whole play I was screaming:
"I WANT MY MOMMY!"
Then at the end they had this creepy axe thing where they break the floorboards of the play and then after the dead wife holds a real life axe and points it at your face! Oh dear lord. Anyways, I think I proved my point. Thank you, Zara for putting up with my pansy-ness. (SPELL CHECK I PUT A HYPHEN WHERE I WANT YOU IDIOT)
Okay, bye.

 

CURSE YOU WRITER'S BLOCK!

The page sits in front of you neutrally. You want to write on it. You write something. Then you erase it. Then you write something again. Then you realize it is absolute crap, so you erase it AGAIN. Then you throw your laptop out of the window. 

THE END. (Shortest. Blog. Post. Ever)

An Open Note To Oppressive Governments

I don't get it, guys. I really don't. I'm pointing my finger at you, totalitarian governments, or soon-to-be-totalitarian-governments-but-not-exactly-there-yet. That is why I am writing this. Look, guys I know you think you're right about anything. I get that. You don't want anyone else's opinion on how you should run your country, because who are they to judge, right? Let me refresh you on something: that is the point of a DEMOCRACY. You are founded on the people. The people selected you to be responsible with your power. Not to act like a teenage girl after she is given the house for the weekend. No, that is not the example that you should follow. So oppressive governments, stop acting like teenage girls! C'mon guys. Listen to the people, they want freedom. Thanks,
Monique (Ironically, a teenage girl..)

THE BLOG-OFF!

A.K.A: The friendship destroyer. 

B. Better

L.  Log

O. Off

G. Girl,

O. Or your

F. Friendship

F. Fails

Yes, me and a couple of my friends are holding a blog off, which means we are totally throwing our friendship out the window. Into a pit. With fire. That is actually a black hole. With fire.  I would send you links to their blogs, but I don't have them.  

SO. . . MAY THE BEST BLOGGER WIN!