First of all, when I got home today I found my mom and little sister making a snack from a snackbook and my mom came up to a part that said that the next ingredient is is super secret and that you can't tell anyone what it is, even the adult helping can't tell. So when my older brother heard what the super secret ingredient is(and I'm not gonna tell you what it is, what kind of person do you think I am? A super secret ingredient teller? Guess again.) he ran to the front door and opened it and yelled out to my neighborhood " THE SUPER SECRET INGREDIENT TO THE SNACK MY MOM AND SISTER IS MAKING IS....SALT!!!"That's not the real secret ingredient though. Ugh!!! My older brother just started whacking me with a pillow! Pillows can hurt. Alot. With applied pressure. But sometimes I just wanna.... URRGGG!!! Just kidding. BUT SERIOUSLY. =)
What I really wanted to talk about is singers. I don't want to sound like a hater but when the singers sing, sometimes they just can't think of what to say next so they just say over and over again some words, for example that I don't actually think is real: "yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,...."over and over again. Don't get me wrong, I actually like it. Sometimes I like songs that make almost no sense at all like some of Imogen Heap's songs(Youtube, yeah, Youtube rocks my socks.) That is all.
P.S. I got my older brother back.
Whateves.
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