Title: The introduction to Shayna!
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Description: Not cocky, but personal outlook on one's self is: TOTALLY COOL! (In one's opinoin)
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Theory: Shayna's apparent doodle-head-ness

 You might ask to the bold print, 'doodle-head-ness?'
It is only fitting that I tell you that the bold print that heads this witty paragraph, will not answer the question.
But I will.
I am...(orchestra) the one, the only...SHAYNA NEMROW!! (gong bongs)
My doodle-head-ness is directed to my wonderful Daddy-dude, who chose to homeschool me AGAIN this year.
My mother was NOT ABOUT to homeschool me, because of this doodle-head-ness of mine, so the Daddy-dude said he would homeschool me, to rid me of this (geuss what the next words are going to be) doodle-head-ness.
Only to discover that HIS MISSON WAS IN VAIN!
I begin another school year, with knowing that my acute case of doodle-head-ness may never be cured.
And Daddy-dude? You'd best pour opoun him your pity. 
Why? Because he has no idea WHAT HE'S GOTTEN HIMSELF INTO!
HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA!!!!

WELCOME ONE AND ALL, TO SHAYNA'S WONDEROUS WORLD OF DOODLE-HEAD-NESS!
Under a different name of course.
So go ahead! What're you waiting for?
Let get doodle-head-ness!
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 Okay, so I ate a handfull of brown sugar that day, when I wrote all of the above. I get like that sometimes.
That's probably why everyone steers clear of me at Halloween and Christmas.
What they don't know, is that that's when I'm most interesting.
Like when we went to Wonderland Park last summer, I went nuts, because we had cotten candy. I calmed down for a while, after the rollercoaster. Becuase some of that cotten candy went to rot in the sewers.
But then I got all phyco when we went on the Himalayas. WHOO!
I'm tellin ya! Going around and around at top speed with music blaring in your ears! It get to you after a while, but the exileration of the moment lingers with you for most of the day, before you relize how stupid you were, riding like a maniac for nearly ten minutes.
The sky ride was okay, except I had some doubts about the rusty cables, that looked like if you were more than two pounds, they would snap.
Me and Matt were on all the rides together, because Mom and Dad know that two phycos together is better than two frustrated parents with two phyco kids.
So when we were on the rollercoaster, we were having a great time! Screaming and hollering for all the world to hear.
Matt didn't like the Himalayas, in fact he made it near impossible to breath, since he was grasping me around the middle really hard.
But whoa! When we went on the Fantastic Journey, (It should be called Pee-in -your-pants Journey) We went in, all excited, then we saw the pitch black. And the neon pink and orange circles.
Then we went into a dimly lit room and..
"AAAAAAAAAugh!" There was a ghoststaring us in the face! This thing, this thing was a freak of Manufacturing! Then we into all these different rooms, each a little freakier than the last, and each time, I would egde a little closer to Matt. Then in the last room, all was dark. I mean, If you looked at my pupils, you would see no brown color left, it would all be black, THAT'S how dark it was. And then...
HOOOOOONK! A huge bus appeared beside us, and a huge horn was blaring.
I screamed. Matt screamed. And the next thing Mom new, when we came out, Matt was sitting on my lap, both our eyes were white, and we were paler than paper.
All in all, we looked like Shaggy and Scooby-doo that had just seen several ghosts.
 So it's near immpossible not to think that me and Matt are two peas in a pod, when I've been eating sugar illegally. In fact, I might go get some right now...