A Christmas Carol Concoction

I wish i was a ghost. Not a moaning emo, scary one. More like a Christmas ghost that would show particular people, what they're actually doing with their lives. I know the perfect person that needs this kind of scaring as soon as possible. If that was the case though, i already know who my ghost friends would be. Both of them are as apart as the north and south poles. They might hate me for mentioning this, but it is my blog and nobody can change it.(Spam all you want ladies). Ebenezer Scrooge will be played by our truly dear friend Beatriz. Selfish, greedy, inconsiderate. She's dead on the 21st century descendant of the old man. I have no ghost in mind who would play the person that would warn her of her ways. I could pick "L", but she's being used for a far more important part. That and she really hasn't done anything to deserve such a consequence. (if anything she could play Tiny Tim lol) Christmas past will be played by me. Who else has celebrated things with her and would make her regret things from the past?? I won't let her forget that's for sure. Christmas present is no one else but the wonderful, enthusiastic, and cutie pie Magali (kudos to her bf for cutting her hair, i like it =)). She fit the part for being so full of joy and creativity most of the time. Christmas usually involves happy times and celebration and no one could get a better laugh then after hanging out with her...even though sometimes when she gets into a horrible accident its hilarious. If she actually had the chance to show "Scrooge" what she's been through it would definitely open our "friend's"eyes. Last but not least Christmas Future will be played by a lovely and loyal (hermity too) "L"ady. I say this because she's warned Scrooge a million times, and has foretold the bad future that she's made for herself. The Scrooge in our story didn't listen to any of our advice given throughout the years. Possibly one day she will. But for now, all we can do is haunt her with the past, present and future events that have been and will be. In her memories and dreams we'll forever be until she gets things right. How did i end up writing a blog about this? Blame Charles Dickens. Blame A Christmas Carol. Blame Barbie people. And Poop. Lots and lots of poop.