Today, I learned in Biology class that cats can fight heartworm independently, but dogs can't. HA!! Let me look at my notes.
I wrote this stuff.
Parasites do not kill their host because they would die too!
Cats can fight heartworm alone! Dogs can't! HAHA!!
And then after that I drew an awesome lookin' cat with a triumphant face lookin' at dat pitiful dawg, who looks a little insecure.
I'm saving up for a phone. The Moto G phone by Motorola. Believe me, before H told me about it, I thought the iPhone was the best phone anybody could ever get in the whole world, and I wondered why my friends had all the 'yesterday' phones. Now I know. I'm so dumb.
The Moto G phone is $199 with 16GB. The 16GB costs $20, so the cost for the phone with just 8GB is $179. I want the 16GB. I have a lot of money right now, but not enough. I have less than $150 but more than $110. Take as many wild guesses as you please but I'm not spilling it.
Along with the chalk-white shell and raspberry-pink SOL REPUBLIC JAX In-Ear Headphones, the total price is $253.94. Of course I don't want to get the shell and headphones right away, so right now I have to work on getting $199.00.
I'm so unsure about the shell color. At first I wanted red. But it was not the kind of red I liked. And the only color closest to pink was this horrid reddish purple. But today I settled on white.
If 'n when I get my hands on the money for that phone, I'll be vlogging madly. That's all I really want to do with the phone. I'll just mostly treat that phone like a camera. I want to make a new YouTube channel called VloggerN. And for my failed food blog I want to film every time I get a chance to bake. And then for my failed Ramadan blog I want to take pictures of iftar and maybe film some stuff that happens and the masjid and nobody will know >:D.
Unless they find out.
And when they meet me they'll murder me.
Kay, well... I wantedto blab about something else but I forgot whaaat... well our trip was very boring. The hotel was nice. And the indoor pool is in front of everybody. Abi met our scary old Arabic teacher who I shall call Dh's dad. There is a story behind him.
I have more news that I will share tomorrow because I am desperate to post this tonight.
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