Yasin's Third blog

HI.



Agenda

Blog Corrections
TKAM Book V. Movie
HW: HAVE A SAFE WEEKEND


We meet Evan (I hope that's how you spell his name.) He goes to the University of Oregon. That seems cool. Ms. Nakada really likes the Ducks... QUACK.

I'm so lucky to be doing this on a Friday, I mean really. Oh my, I saw a pen go by my head. That was intense. I was bamboozled going into this because I thought Emmette was going to pick Veronica. HA! I win. I've been wanting to do the blog for a while now because of how the year started off. You know YouTube drama, sadly it's been two months and is now irrelevant. :( 

We're watching TKAM  now and Atticus is going off on Mayella. Dang, he's colder than the cold cuts at  Ralphs. Ayden is oddly silent, I'm going to watch the movie now. SEE YA LATER.

Oh, I forgot to mention, Chris finally stopped punching me for looking at the OK sign. If you don't know what that is, it's when you make an OK sign with your fingers and have to find a way to get the other person to look at it. It hurts if they're angry because they use you as an outlet for their troubles. I liked Tom Robinson; he seemed like a gentlemen. Sadly, Mr. Ewell is not. I'm currently reading Wonder. It's pretty good. By the way, I saw Black Panther on Friday at 3:30. I ran as fast as I could, but still missed the first ten minutes where he goes, "I NEVA FREEZE." It's whatevs though, because I saw it before y'all (Did I do it like Ms. Nakada? Oh well, it depends on you, future me). Ayden is eating. I've always wondered if he can see me typing about him? Probably not. Oh no! Tom was convicted, I feel bad now. Will anybody take my blog over after I leave, no of course not. I have no friends here... :(

I feel like Bruno needs a mention in every blog, because he's just like that. Get your ego in check, Bruno. Before I shoot you in the butt again...  Atticus is talking to Jem, Scout, and Miss Maudie, I presume. I feel like the last couple of blogs we're either too serious or too sarcastic. I'll fix that right up for you guys. I'm never opening an outside tab ever again. This computer sucks. Anyway, we see Boo and bada boom bada bam we're done... sike I'm going to rap alphabet aerobics.




Now it's time for our wrap up
Let's give it everything we've got
Ready, begin
Artificial amateurs aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Canceling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin' dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin' other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Gettin' Godly in his game with the goriest
Hit 'em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin' joints
Justly, it's just me, writin' my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
N#*$&^% nap knowin' I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummeling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, risin' up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice Lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make 'em vanished
[Incomprehensible] well would a wise word Smith
Just weaving up words weeded up, I'm a work shift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our yawn
Zig zag zombies, zoomin' to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, over zealous rhyme Zea-lots
Good, can you say it faster



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