Randa-Panda

Yeah, I think that name suits you, personally. If you find it offensive, suck it up; it's not MY fault that I think panda's are cool. And that I'm sexy.
I'm pretty miffed today; two days ago, we just moved in to a new house (but still here in Clarksville) and the address for those of you who just find me irresistibly sexy, is Stafford Place, Cheshire Road, and that's all the information I know. Sorry.
But's that's not what I'm miffed about. I just had to shave my sexy mane of curly neck hair (yes, yes, I know; ewww!) and had to shave my Wolverine-like manbeard. Luckily, I was able to keep my luscious unibrow and Sabretooth-like fingernails.
So Randa my Panda; you still going to EFY Provo? I mean, I believe I remember that you said you aren't going anymore, but I may be wrong. And yes, the first session does start tomorrow, and both Patrick and Emma here in 3rd ward are going, but; are you?
Anyway, the new house is waay better than our old one; the lawn is smaller, the house is bigger, the bonus room has four of our TV's in it, and that's just crazily beast. Another pro is that we're like, five minutes (by bike) from a swimming pool facility thing, and I love swimming (since it's about the only athletic thing I do really well), and hopefully, I might get a job there. Who knows?
Church here's driving me crazy. Apparently, Sister Mantlow (a Beehive's advisor) told Emma and Beth (both of whom are obsessed with me) on the temple trip (for which me and Nick were absent due to the fact we were still in the process of moving) that I like liked both of them, purely her own personal speculation, and so the both of them have taken to bothering me as best they can. For some background on their personalities, Beth had to give a talk several months ago and cried before, during, and after her talk, which I later found out was because she had to give a talk, as she openly told me. Emma had her mother tell my mom (who does that?) that she "doesn't like to be pursued." I know that you all don't have the full background of all this, but this is starting to tire me. I mean, I guess I'm being annoying, with my sexy obnoxiousness at church, but they're no fun! At all! Whenever I try to hang around them, I always find myself basically being the class clown; you know, they only tolerate me around them if I constantly entertain them; I don't think I've had a serious conversation with them ever.
Sorry about all that, but I've had a lot on my mind lately, and this helps.
By the way, I passed all my classes, which is an incredible feat, due to the fact that I got a 34/100 on my Geometry exam and a 46/100 on my Algebra 1 exam.
See ous laters!
Bye, Ran-Pan!
Man, that's fun to type!
Ran-Pan, Ran-Pan, Ran-Pan; Ran-Pan!
Okay, Oaky, I'm done; Bye!

Is he gone? Man, was he getting on MY nerves! I mean, jeez! How much can a man type? Oy!