I killed a whale today. It was beach day for my class, and Jessica and Alexis and I were sitting by the water when Jess said she saw a seal. Then she attempted to speak seal. But it sounded very whale-ish. So I started speaking whale. And the 'seal' moved closer to the shore. Turns out it wasn't a seal, it was a whale. Which was exciting, because I was like the Whale Whisperer, and I was thinking about what accent I should use when I started a television series, before we realized that the whale was about twenty to thirty meters off the shore, which is pretty close for a whale to be. And it was getting closer. Slowly. It could have beached itself. I cried for an hour. Cause I killed a whale. Maybe. Actually... It started to go farther out as we left, so maybe the tears I shed were pointless. I hope so. I think I need therapy. I KILLED A WHALE. How awful can I BE???

I'm gonna end up in Whale-Hell. Great...

sHeLbYrAiNe 00:31, June 22, 2010 (UTC)