We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind, 'cuz your friends don't dance, and if they don't dance, well, they're no friends of mine

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So, I have joined the school newspaper. Or at least, I am in the process of joining.
I am a bit disappointed, however, that the student editor did not read the massive stack of stories/writing samples that I thrust at her during French class.
She claimed that the newspaper will accept anyone without examples of their writing, but I am certain she just didn't want to read my gargantuan pile of papers.
PSSHAW.
I will not stand for lazy editors. One cannot edit a person's writing if one does not read it beforehand, yes?
I digress.
In other news, my mom is shaving the puppies in the living room.
I was debating on using the dog hair strewn about the carpet to make fur coats for them, in case they get cold due to the fact that they now look like shorn sheep, but I figured it would be too much effort, and have decided against it.
It will grow back eventually, I suppose.
Anyhoo, with that, I shall bid you good bye for this afternoon, dear Blog.
Adieu.