I'd be such a great rapper

I wish I could rap. I'd be such an awesome rapper. I'd be all grammatically correct, and rap about really random things. Like bubbles.

I got almost 6 litres of bubbles for my birthday. Yay, I'm legally an adult! Yay, I have a boatload of bubbles! Life is grand.

I miss Emma Grand. She's not here. I hope she's okay. I wonder if she's related to the Grand's store Grands. I probably won't ask her, though. It's not that rare a name.

I used to know a boy with the same last name and birthday as me. It was weird. I didn't like him much. I think the feeling was probably mutual. I was an awful 11/12 year old.

I don't like 11/12 year olds much. Kids are great, teens are okay. That awkward in-between "preteen" age is annoying as hell. I'm probably going to have to work with them at some point, so I should get over that dislike.

I don't feel like writing poetry today.