Guys this is the 200th chapter of this book.
I wasn't expecting to write this much.
Or have 1oo reads.
Now I have 7k.
You guys are the most amazing people and I love you.
(In a completely non creepy/stalkery way.)
It appears I have a few ghost readers.
You're welcome to come and talk any time though seriously.
I love comments.
But I can't write a whole chapter about how long or popular this book is.
Well technically I could cuz it is my book and all but that's incredibly boring.
So I've been cleaning my room and I have a ridiculous amount of Star Wars origami finger puppets.
It's not even funny at this point.
It's hysterical.
Like seriously shoving things into a trash bag and I find Yoda number 89.
I need to repaint my room.
One of my guy friends walked into it and just shuts the door.
"I'm glad I left when I did or I might've started puking rainbows."
Yeah I have a strawberry shortcake poster on the wall.
I haven't taken anything off the wall since I was 9.
I bet it's a different color under some of these posters.
There's a poster of a Cow.
WHY?
Gosh me from the past is an annoying little girly girl.
I have an issue though with getting rid of toys.
Don't laugh at me we cry over fictional characters you have no room to judge me about my toys.
There's one picture of little me in a ballet uniform.
I used to take ballet. it was my dream to become a professional ballerina.
Now I'm debating between trying to be an actual author or joining the BAU.
Oh that was a dream when I was little too.
Well back then to me anyone who worked for the government was a super spy but basically I thought I would work for the FBI one day.
Yeah.
But I'll probably end up doing something completely different. possibly involving something really random like shoes or ducks.
I could make shoes that look like ducks.
Or ducks that look like shoes O_o
Oh and I drew the thingy in the multi media.
If you want to color a picture make a copy of it and color the copy so if you screw up you don't have to redraw the whole thing.
