Torture

Hola.

My dad loves to torture me. He was at work--he works for my grandpa--and my grandparents are going down to Hilton Head Island to see my aunt, and he was calling to see about sending her a chest of drawers (or chester drawers, as my family calls it). So he thought he'd just mention an ad in a Sam's Club magazine where you can meet the cast (I <3 Taylor Lautner, Halee <3's Rob Pattinson), go to the premiere, and the premiere party, first-class plane tickets, a limo ride to and from the premiere, lunch at this schmancy resturant, and a luxury Beverly Hills hotel. Me and my Twilight buddy Halee and our moms want to go. But there's a slight problem. It costs $9,500. We've been talking about bake sales, but it's gonna take a lot of brownies to raise ninety-five hundred dollars. That's a lot of moola. Moola I ain't got. Heh heh, there's my southern side coming out. But anyway, I want to go to that premiere! My dad just loves torturing me. Did I mention that my dad enjoys torturing me? I'm too mad to talk about anything right now. Okay, not really. You know a chatter-box like me always has something to talk about. Sometimes, at least. I wanna talk about something Twilight-related. Umm... Oh, I got one! Remember how I went to Greenville on Tuesday and went shopping? Well, I never told you what I got. I got a poster with Jacob from Twilight ('Cause I'm Team Jacob, and I have a shirt that says so. Thanks, Halee!) and my dad is going to hang it on my ceiling. Literally, it's gonna be on my ceiling so when I go to sleep, I can look at it. I also got a new hat which I love, some fingerless gloves, a scarf, and a phone cover. I love you, Sange (if you somehow magically figured out how to use a computer by you! She bought me all that stuff. And it wasn't too cheap. But, yeah. Well, I guess I'll go. Bye.

Don't be dislexic.

--Leala