So last week I bumped into Mrs Nicholls and she told me in a grave tone:
Jolene, I'm sorry to say this but your story didn't get through.
My response was a disappointed "oh".
She then told me there are apparently over 2000 entries this year and that's why my darkish story was left on the shelf.
Pondering this later, I decided (to make myself feel better) the judges must have found my story too awesome to be given a prize. Haha.
PayPal not only mess it up, but mess it up big time. So if you are a kind soul who read my blog and love it and try to donate, you'll just be freaking directed to the PayPal website.
So in one just swift motion they are
depriving me of unstable income,
preventing any kind soul from donating and
freaking happy at their 'achievement'
So I decided to agree with whoever saying PayPal is the worst, ever.
So me and Ann have this problem rooming together, and deciding to take drastic action as usual, I was literally kicked out of my own room.
(OK, so it wasn't really that drastic and I wasn't kicked out, but voluntarily move out.)
My new room is small but relatively warm and is potentially the best place in Jerred House for breeding butterflies in the stomach.
Only problem now is I don't want to move back to my old room, because I love the idea of having butterflies in my stomach. Haha.
I can't translate the titles so you just have to take my word for it. Haha.
