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Friday, January 23rd, 2009 | Author: sarahb

Ladies and gentlemen the president  of the United States! The inauguration of Barack Obama was interesting because it made big history. He is the first  African American a lot of people watched the inauguration and some people may have thought that Obama messed up, but it wasn’t him the person that was telling him what to say said it wrong one of the words was out of order. He wasn’t shirr if he should say it the wrong way or the right way. He has two daughters named Sasha and Malia and his wife’s name is Michelle. They had a lot of speeches and musical band’s. The new vice-president is Biden {I don’t know his first name} he didn’t mess up but may have said it wrong since the guy made Barack mess up.

Friday, January 16th, 2009 | Author: sarahb

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,3, 2, 1 Happy New Year!! Everyone yelled, we were at my aunt’s house singing karaoke and eating steak soup . Now I know what your thinking – karaoke? Me? Really? But I really did sing (with my cousin, of course). We sang Hannah Montana songs and then when we finished singing those songs, we sang the songs from the movie CARS. My sister even sang songs most of them from Disney princess or Dora. We all had a great time and after we all said Happy New Year!, I spent the night with my cousins, and we woke up at 10:00. That’s a new record for me. Then my mom came to pick me up and we went to see Bedtime Stories then she dropped me back off at my aunt’s house and we went bowling after a long day. I can’t wait for it to happen again next year.

Friday, January 09th, 2009 | Author: sarahb

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why do they make me so people can kiss under me? It’s so gross! Why can’t it be the people hanging from the wall or door and the mistletoe kissing under them? How would they feel about that? Man do I wish I could be a human for once then I could see what it would be like. Whoosh whoosh, hey whats happening I’m turning into a human being? What was that? Hey there’s a note? In my pocket, it says to meet me by the mistletoe? I wonder who wrote it? Maybe it’s the boy of my dreams. As I look up I can see I’m already by the mistletoe. Smooch! The boy came up to me and kissed me! As soon as that happened I saw that I should like myself for who I am and not for who I wish to be… yeah I am back to mistletoe again and I am glad. Well I guess its back to another year in the box.

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