Raper-van vs. Hippie van.

This next whole blog, I am going to write about Maggie :)

Just recently; Maggy, Gabby, and I have found thee best Hobo cave ever! Where we plan to have a garden, a cat, a dog, Popcorn Machine, and a fountain that has Coke, or root beer, some good pop like that. And as creative as we are; we plan to have a Raper Van, you know, one of those really old ones that retired people drive to go Camping. Or we are pending on weather we should have the cool Hippie vans. We have one in the family actually, his name is Charlie; he's pretty sweet. BeeTeeDubs, that van right there is of Charlie; not the raper-van. Maybe one day if I have one of those, (Which when I was little; we did indeed have a raper-van) I will have to get another one, and write about it.

So in your opinion, which is better? if you happen to be reading this odd blog of mine; you should leave a comment and let me know :D

So, I was talking to the lovely Maggie yesterday about this asshat named Dino. And I totally do not care if he ever decides to read this (Likely that he would, considering he can barely read a book) He totally does not deserve Purple Pants. And isn't it odd we see girls wearing the exact same pair? Coincidence? I think not.

One day we will invest a wood chipper, and possibly stick Dino in it. Do not fret; we will indeed film it for you, a Production by Maggie&I.

So one lovely evening; Mr Madland our Gym teacher made us walk to the waterfall. Which isn't so bad despite the fact it was freezing. Damn him. We ended up getting a wee bit lost, and everything felt surreal and fake. Like with the way the tree's were, and the gray skies; it made me feel like I was in some Stephan King movie; like the Mist, minus the creepy Alien things. But eventually we made our way up the side of the waterfall were we past this glorious hole in the wall; known as now, our Hobo cave.

Whenever I hear the word hobo; it instantly reminds me of my socials teacher, Mr. Larson. (No offense to him.) like this one time when I was walking back up to school one afternoon with a hot latte because it was so damn cold; I saw Robin, My friend, wave at some stranger. I thought she was delirious and I told her she should never wave at hobos, then I realized that the stranger was actually my socials teacher. I feel bad for the fact that it's not the first time he has been mistaken as some homeless guy; it's not my fault he bundles up like one, and wears shirts inside out. He doesn't have the greatest fashion sense; it's odd looking at his dressed up for mass though.

We had also went out to Riverside Park for gym once; and will go again eventually and Maggie and Gabby and I had also came up with the idea of making up another Genre of music, Hobo style; at least. Oddly to me there are quite the number of talented Hobos, as you see on the streets of Vancouver a majority of them have guitars and junk, as their way of making money; Or like that movie, The Soloist. Of course I never finished watching it, knowing me I got bored in the middle.

So we came up with a band called "the hobos" not very creative; but it suits us :D and our first hit would be that song we stole off of tree house with the 'I like Purple Stew" if we haven't heard it; don't worry; we'll make it famous!