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That’s because it’s a daughter, not a son! Okay so this is a famous riddle so you all might have heard of it, but it’s Einstein’s riddle. My dad told it to me to keep me quiet one day. It took me hours to solve it. By then end I had so many charts and lists surrounding me, I felt like a conspiracy theorist.

This has been dead for a day and I don’t approve. So I wrote this song about a tortilla. Well, if I’m being honest here, it’s more of a wrap.

Okay but what are the actual responsibilities of said “ruler of the world” I mean call me crazy but I think these should be written down somewhere.

My self esteem. Who is the killer:

I sheepishly enter the spaceship, and see Fadran struggling on his feet. “I couldn’t help Queen but I sure as heck can heal those legs of yours, would you like me to? I understand if you want to keep the pain... for honor and... glory. But I can help, if you want it.”

I’m... what you would call a slow reader. It took me 2 weeks of actual reading time per book, so about 6 weeks. But life happens so in reality more like 3 months. I read them over summer break 2-3 years ago. I’m capable of reading faster, but when I do I get excited and start skipping lines to see what happens faster. Not. A. Good. Habit.

Halia sees one of the strangers fall beside her. Doing her best to stay composed, she rushes over. It was the one they call Queen. Halia kneels down and starts to access. Which Aon? Which Aon? “Why aren’t you healing her? Ato asks “I don’t know what part of her is injured, so I don’t know where to focus the healing!” Halia quickly draws a basic Ien. The healing Aon, unfocused. Hoping that would buy her some time. Is it her lungs? Her heart? AHG is it her mind?

Oh boy do I love me some recipes!! So this is a French bread recipe that I’ve been making for a long time. I have it memorized so this is my best attempt to write it down. It is literally the best bread I have ever tasted and it’s so easy (I know every baker says this about their recipes, but this one really is the best). And then here is a recipe for amazing no bake peanutbutter-chocolate-oatmeal cookies. I crave the bread on a daily basis, my parents have me make it about twice a week (I’m not kidding. It’s. Good.) And I really like the cookies, I crave them once and a while, but mostly just really really like them. (My family hates me when I make them though, cause they have no self control and the cookies are gone in a day)

Halia watches the duel with the people she barley knows. She’s on the edge of her seat, or more like a long chair? Bench. The word is bench. She leans forward, captivated by the sparks and dust flying through the arena.

Why does the Norway navy have bar codes on the sides of their ships?

If a cow can’t produce milk is she a milk dud or an udder failure?

I can keeeeep goinggggggggggg what rock group has four members that don’t sing?

What do you call a no eyed deer?

Here we go again

So get this. A girl and a boy go to a party, and the girl says “I want some punch” so the boy goes to get some. There was no punch line.

Did you know you can tell the gender of ants by putting them in water? if it sinks, it’s a girl ant, if it floats, it’s buoyant.

GUYS PLEASE HELP IM WATCHING CAT BLANC RIGHT NOW AND MY HEART IS HOLLOW I CANT TAKE IT Edit: okay well I finished it and it’s okay, it’s not like I needed those dreams anyway.

Halia drops her stupid royal illusion, and her elantrian features become apparent. It wasn’t working anyway. “I can help. I can heal you if you’re hurt,” Halia hesitates “am I allowed to come?”

*jazz hands*

What’s the longest?!

You spelled *looses* wrong.

Life! Whats the singular of cereal? (Like if I want only one piece. One pebble? Grain? Kernel?)

I have a new favorite episode! Weredad! I don’t know why but it was just great.

I have a Havanese, and I love her. She’s getting pretty old though (and lazy. Very lazy).