Honestly, I'm just gonna say a bunch of random things that will do you no good what so ever but I don't really have anywhere else to mention them.

The other day, I saw a girl[maybe 9 years old? Idk, but she was young. Puberty clearly didn't hit her yet.] practicing a Tik Tok dance(I think??) in a McDonalds. She left without an adult, and I never saw her again.

I'm gonna guess she danced off the face of the earth after that.

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Everyone may know this, but I get really salty when it comes to my sister. 

I mean, I consider myself a decently nice person. But when this woman who acts more childish than her 3-year-old daughter comes up into conversation... Yeah,  you get the gist of it.

Anyway, I've done something as petty as setting her ringtone to that one Galactic Mermaid song.

I'm waiting for the day it goes off in public, and everyone just hears "F*CKING BULLSH*T, F*CKING BULLSH*T" out of nowhere with no context. Everyone will know it's my sister calling, and I have no regrets.

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I've said this before, and I'll say it again. But whenever something relatively spooky happens in my home, we blame it on Dracula. Something about saying "F*ck you, Dracula" into nothing makes the situation feel less spooky.

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I never realized how many Christmas songs Dean Martin sang until I looked it up.

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Speaking of Dean Martin, I had introduced myself to a few Dean Martine songs that aren't Amore a while ago and... There's this one song, Mambo Italiano.

Basically, in Mambo Italiano, there's this line that goes something like "You get happy in the pizza", right? But whenever I listen to the song, and the line plays, I can't help but imagine this... Little man. 

And... And this little man is getting spread onto a pizza with tomato sauce and is eventually just suffocated by cheese and other toppings. So then the pizza gets put in the oven, and as time goes by, eventually the pizza is ready. So like, this normal-sized person pulls out the pizza, and this little man just pops out like he's in some birthday cake naked or something. And now his depression is cured.

I swear, this is why I can't have nice things.

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No one:

Texas, whenever it's even a little cold and the roads are iced: YO, LET'S ALL BECOME NASCAR DRIVERS.

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Holloween may have passed, but I still have a story for you.

In 2016, I did a Trunk or Treat with other people in the Homeschool Community. We all went to my friend, Firework's house. And got in the back of a truck with a bunch of hay in it and drove down her block. We went to every house, and rung the bell. You know, a normal Trunk Or Treat.

But the thing was, in 2016, a whole Clown Fiasco was happening. Video surfaced of people in Clown Costumes chasing others, or just standing and staring at you. I even remember this one video I accidentially found of a group of friends in a car and a clown in the middle of the road. The clown ran at the car, and they ended up running him over. It was a weird video, but there wasn't anything Gorey.

But why am I mentioning the clown thing?

Well, as the last of the houses drew near, we caught sight of three people in clown costumes. They stood in the middle of the road, and stared at us, slowly walking down the street. I remember being terrified, and a lot of other kids freaked out too.

We eventually passed them, and they never really did anything to us, it was just creepy. Really creepy.

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No one:

Me:

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For context, I was looking up references for a drawing. ^

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Is "Send Jokes" just the Asexual equivalent to "Send Nudes"?

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Raging Lesbian.

All I can picture is this Tiny Lesbian staring down someone with a red blanket, lookin' like they about to start a Bull Fight. Tiny Lesbian is immediately filled with rage.

Tiny Lesbian beats up the person with the red blanket while yelling "GAY RIGHTS!!"

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Tiny Man in Pizza, Tiny Rage Lesbian. What's next for the Tiny Chaos Series?

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Anyway, I'm thinking about the one time I was chosen for a mini race in the middle of a Baseball Game.

Okay, for some context, it was my first year of being a Girl Scout. And Texas Tech was holding a Baseball Game and a special badge Girl Scouts could get from attending. It sounds like an easy task, right? Just sit through the baseball game, and collect your badge when it was done.

But the thing was, they had little games in between for the Girl Scouts. One was a Cookie Trivia(The girl who was chosen got Barbeque Sauce), a bingo game(The first few people who won got a little treat package), and then there was a race.

A couple of staff went out into the crowd to find some Girl Scouts. A woman came up to me and my Troop and asked if any of us wanted to be in the race. I didn't initially want to, but my friends pushed me out to do it.

And suddenly, I was walking into a back area with plenty of room with the woman and a girl younger and smaller than me. I'm guessing it was a practice area for the teams before the actual game.

The woman tells us about what we're gonna be doing. She gives us each a plastic bat, and tells us to put our heads against it and spin around five times. And once we've done our spins, we were to start running to the 'finish line'. We repeated the process a couple of times until we were told to go out on the field.

The little girl and I walk out with our bats in hand, and I'm pretty sure the entire stadium was looking at us and thinking this is rigged[Rightfully so, of course]. The announcer's voice comes in and tells the audience the process we had just learned in back. But there was something different this time. He said we were going to spin ten times.

My mind was still set on the five times, but the little girl was just following the instructions the announcer had given us.

So we started the practice. I finished my five, which I had temporarily engrained into my mind, and took off like a bat out of hell. I remember seeing the little girl slowly counting to ten as she spun, and the woman urging her to just go.

I won the race, but I don't feel like I won.

I offered to share the pizza coupon with the little girl, but I never saw her again- and now I don't even know where the coupon is. I probably should have just given it to her. It definitely wasn't a fair race.

I feel like someone in the audience was counting, and definitely hates me at this point.