If there was anything that could be learned

If there was anything that could be learned from last night's transgressions, it's this: Never do an acid enema with your friends. Seventeen hours earlier, I was eating a

cockroach with 3 heads and 7 legs and reflecting on last night's occurrences, when the lights cut out. As a munched my way through the final head, I decided to pursue my dream of

becoming a professional ballerina. Sure my parents never supported me, and most people called me crazy, but it was something about those pink slippers and tutu that drew me in.

Besides, I don't believe a girl like me can really express herself in any other way. My parents want me to go into "the arts", as if being a ballerina isn't an art! I just hope

that someday they will see it my way! I will be the best ballerina ever, and the whole world will know my name. They will shall shout it out like some sort of

mantra! My dance will be worshipped by tribes in the Amazon! Deep philosphers at Oxford will debate my toe points! American Idol contestant's will nash their teeth. My dentist will

have to get Dr. Wilson and his dental hygienists to safety. "Grab the rope and start climbing down!" I bark. "This place is going up in about 10 minutes!"

As I raced down the rope I realized that it was a giant line of floss instead of sturdy rope. It was to weak and as we fell I screamed "Dr.Wilson! I thought this was rope!"

Dr.Wilson laughed. "You are an Troll!" screamed. I was a troll. I hate people. Then i trolled Dr.Wilson. "Problem, Dr.Wilson?" i sayed. He acted likely if he was in pain.I leave.