I might as well just call this blog "The Story of Grace". I'm about ready to call Erin up on the phone and give her a good talking-to about this.
I'm just...too angry right now.
Erin was being taunted by the neighborhood four year olds while we were filming our murder mystery, Dead in Deutschland, and she was staring them down to scare them away, and then I fell face forward on the sidewalk, leaving a permanent scratch on my nose. Little did Erin know, Ruthie [who is my character, Brooklyn's best friend] PUSHED me over.
Now Erin isn't even considering me to do AGMA for her. All because of RUTHIE.
I decided I had enough of Ruthie's crazy antics. Today, I pushed Ruthie's door open. I saw her dancing and singing along to "Could It Be You" by H*wood on her iHome.
"I like a punk rock chick, with hair just like Rihanna, like a go-go girl who dance like Lady Gaga, they're the girls who start the party, so baby could it be you, be you, be you?" She sang.
I grabbed her iHome and threw it against the wall.
"Alright Smithens." I growled. "We need to chat."
She whirled around. "Oh, hey Grace... um, the weather is-" She stuttered.
"Let's cut to the chase. Why do you hate me? Why did you push me? Why did you RUIN me?!" I said, angrily.
"Um...I..."
"What?"
"...uhhh....."
"WHAT?!"
She got up and left.
"....the heck!?" I finished for myself.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Ruthies Can Go Drown in a Lake
I kicked the chair one last time and screamed like a small toddler. I was furious. Lanie was at the greenhouse, looking for indoor houseplants to keep her company during the cold autumn days, and I was at home, screaming my head off while kicking Kit's desk chair.
Samantha came in my room, wearing her apron over her clothes carrying a wooden spoon.
"Gosh, Gracie. If you scream any louder Erin will come from Canada to kill whoever's hurting you." Samantha joked.
And I'd especially like that today. I'd scream all across the New England states, and Erin would hitch a train, a boat, and a bus to come to destroy whoever snapped my heart in four. No, not in two. In FOUR.
And today, it would be RUTHIE who's life would end.
Ruthie. Ruthie Noelle. Ruthie Noelle Smithens. Otherwise known as ERIN'S NEXT AGMA MODEL.
YOU HEARD ME.
Erin changed her mind. Now that Ruthie's here, it's Ruthie this and Ruthie that and Ruthie Ruthie Ruthie. "Ruthie's such a beautiful girl." "I'm so glad I got Ruthie." "I love my Ruthie." Erin would say.
And today, Erin decided that Ruthie will be AGMA Season 4's model.
Which is why I'm screaming my head off.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Samantha came in my room, wearing her apron over her clothes carrying a wooden spoon.
"Gosh, Gracie. If you scream any louder Erin will come from Canada to kill whoever's hurting you." Samantha joked.
And I'd especially like that today. I'd scream all across the New England states, and Erin would hitch a train, a boat, and a bus to come to destroy whoever snapped my heart in four. No, not in two. In FOUR.
And today, it would be RUTHIE who's life would end.
Ruthie. Ruthie Noelle. Ruthie Noelle Smithens. Otherwise known as ERIN'S NEXT AGMA MODEL.
YOU HEARD ME.
Erin changed her mind. Now that Ruthie's here, it's Ruthie this and Ruthie that and Ruthie Ruthie Ruthie. "Ruthie's such a beautiful girl." "I'm so glad I got Ruthie." "I love my Ruthie." Erin would say.
And today, Erin decided that Ruthie will be AGMA Season 4's model.
Which is why I'm screaming my head off.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
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