Hi. I lost on monopoly just now. I traded everything I had for Boardwalk. I wasn't intending on winning, though. If you'll believe me. Anyway, I have a confession to make. I'm not married. I was playing monopoly with my two little twin sisters, who, by the way, are now arguing about who gets what money for babysitting (they babysit together). Anyhow, I am in college, however, but this is the summer. I am at home right now. But that's all that I'll give away about myself other than my inner mind processes. However, there are some things in my past that I can tell. Also, I've written some nice English papers I can share with you also. I have one funny I-Step story (yes, I admit; I live in Indiana) that I wrote a narrative about for English. I might also publish some other more serious essays I've written for the sake of character development. Like in a book, the coolest characters have all kinds of different facets. They're funny, boring, nice, and mean all in their own ways. It gives them depth. Also, this coming semester, I'll be writing some more essays that I may publish here. But beware. I don't have the best form and such in my writing. They can be boring or obnoxious or even outlandish sometimes, too. Trust me. I know. I have sisters to tell me these things. However, do not think that this is an indicator of my IQ. For example, after the placement testing before freshman year, I was placed in remedial English, but I was also placed in Calculus for Technology (this class has nothing to do with technology, don't ask me why). This was the highest class involving pure mathematical theory (as opposed to physics and such, which are science) in my school (which I will not reveal). A friend, however, was placed in remedial Math and the highest English, whatever that is. I understand things, but I have trouble expressing it. Like Bill Waterson's Calvin, I am a misunderstood genius.

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My sister wants to get on the computer now. What should I do? Let her? But then I'd have to stop blogging. However, if I do stop, I guess I could come back later, and I would also score a few points on her scoreboard. Maybe she'll have an extra nice moment some time when she would naturally be mean. On the other hand, she's not often mean. My other sister, though. Oh, man. She's merciless. But that's another story. I gotta go. I'll write again. Don't worry.