Hello. I'm Ratt Kazamata. I've never really made a blog before...not an official one, anyway. So...yeah. Let's see...I'm female, first of all. I was born in 1995. I live in the United States, in the west. I'm a bit odd.
I'll try to update this blog as much as I can, if I remember. I'll most likely remember for a little while, but then forget.
Well anyway, I guess I'll kick off this blog with a story about yesterday.
I have been riding horses for about 6 years. Every year around Christmas time, my ranch has a Christmas party. There are hay rides and food and bonfires and everything. It's epic. Anyway, I decided to hang around with the ten year old boys who were wrestling in the hay loft. It was tons of fun. One boy, Conner, was using his cell phone as a light. He dropped it down a deep hole in the hay loft, where most of the hay had already been removed. He and I searched for it for about 10 minutes before we finally found it. Hay lofts are really fun, but after I got out of it, all these itchy bumps got all over my skin. There were rashes everywhere! But oh well.
Oh my god. This entry is the meaning of the word fail. I promise you, I don't usually write so...horribly. Usually my sentences flow, and have more detail. Just...meh. Anyway, thanks for reading this fail entry, and I will try to write more soon. Farewell.
~Ratt Kazamata, 12/19/2010
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