Sorry, guys but I think I may have gone a bit overboard. . . so far to the point that you can't really understand what I'm saying in that last entry. Haha. But do I win? :)

~Miss Gretchen Ster's Entirely Brilliant Opus~
Forgive me, my fair companions, for my last post was erroneous, but it said nothing of any concernment or significance. I am thoroughly aphonic at how poignant Melvin's composition was, but I now insist upon exceeding your diminutive luminosity (which will be no considerable acquisition). I have cogitated hither and yon for an admirable topic to discuss on here, and have adjudicated to interpolate a fresh, inventive persuasion of mine. What do you say we each asseverate a nonpareil 'modus operandi' as to how we exhibit or flaunt our thoughts on this shenanigan which we have identified as the 'Stuffed Olive'. For instance, I have set aside 2 writing styles and one colour for my own personal use, so as to distinguish my works of art from your inferior essays. Those 2 fonts and that tincture are 'Blueprint', 'CAC Futura Casual', and a favorite color code of mine, '8A2BE2'. Is it all comported with then? Well, pardon me, my young comrades, for I must now cease the exertion of genius and glitz which I have been so diligently pressing upon my gray matter and partake in a more relaxing activity such as the consummation of my Algebra 2 homework. Good evening, and have a restful slumber.

posted by Tiffany @ 9:09 PM 

**Psst. . . Opie, me and Melv are trying to exceed eachother as far as vocabulary goes, and the excessive use of sizeable words. Please participate, if you wish to do so, but if you choose not to, you shall be the judge!**

Wow, Melvin, the amplitude of your text has reached utter superiority. The excessive proportion of your previous post has been condoned. Ladies, I must beg you to perform a service or a courteous act for me- I ask that you please find me some excessively humorous Deep Thoughts and make a roster of them, so that I may add them to the page. Then, when we read them we shall be tickled to death at the comicalness of the Deep Thoughts. I am terribly sorry to announce that I did not attend my ordinary religious service this morn. I shall try to pursuade Ms. Summer Streber to accept my confidant, Opie, in her classroom on Mondays during 2nd period. I believe she may acquiese to my wishes. What makes you weary of using expansive words? I found it quite advantagous to your terminology. I expect that I will not see you in 2nd period on Mondays, in Ms. Summer Streber's class, then, Melvin, as you and Natassia are such ghastly, grim, grisly, gruesome, hideous, horrid children. What causes you to suppose that we have any concern as to what kind of Italian dish you prefer to consume? Well, you horrendous adolescents, I must now make my valediction. Farewell.