The Kid with Red Suspenders

I wore my suspenders to choir today. I was SO hot. Okay, maybe not. But a couple of people did ask me why I was wearing suspenders. I actually didn't say "To keep my pants up, silly." Although that would have been pretty funny, now that I think of it. I usually just said "I just felt like wearing suspenders today." Most people just thought I was weird, I think. If it was someone famous it would have endearing. Oh well.
Ash entered a few poetry contests, and they all want to publish her poems. I should probably try sending some of mine out. There's really only one problem with that; they aren't very good. And some of them are actually pretty weird, come to think of it.
Choir was pretty uneventful. Pueri I can almost never hear my part. There's only about 5 in my part, prolly less. There were a ton of people missing from action tonight. They will pay. Muahahaha.
Other than that, I really don't have anything to report. I need to call Kat. I saw Spongebob (one of the guys from Kat's youth group, in case I've never mentioned him before) at Sam's Club today. He was with one of his friends. I didn't say hi because I'm not sure Spongebob would remember me, and I'm almost positive his friend wouldn't. I only see them once in a long while anyway, and Spongebob is a little clueless anyway. He doesn't remember me even when I'm in the same room with him. We got some party favors for Sweetheart's birthday. I can't wait until Creative Writing class. I finished a couple of books. I need to write them in my BOOOOOOOOK. I also have to practice my piano considering how horrible I am at it. Still, after only two lessons I can expect to be bad at it.

Easter!

So, Frosty the Snowman.
Today was Easter, in case you didn't know. I had a pretty good time. I got a ton of candy. The candy from my birthday lasted until Easter! I actually still have some of it. I got two really cool things. One: a playmobile set with guinea pigs and DUM DUM DUM!
The Tough Guide to Fantasyland by Diana Wynne Jones! YAY! *unrestrained joy*
Downside to today: I have a killer stomach ache. Gah.
Tomorrow I might wear red suspenders to choir for fun. Do you dare me to?

Whirlwind

Well, that was fast...
Grandma Mom, Grandpa and Lil Sis came out for a day. It was really great, but really fast. And intense. I was up until 3 last night, I think. I played my piano for G-ma, and they also listened to my radio show. Lil Sis and I talked last night for a little while. G-ma, Mom and I went out to get some. We talked about sleep deprivation. Then this afternoon they took us shopping at Wal*Mart. It's kind of pathetic that Wal*Mart is the only place you can get anything around here. Even clothes. I wish I were kidding. We usually go to the Strip to get clothes and stuff like that. Anyway, Lil Sis told my I should get a Hoobastank CD. I haven't listened to the whole thing yet, but the first couple of songs are pretty good. I also got a wallet with monkeys on it. I got Kat and Ash their birthday presents. I'm also going to write them each a poem, but that won't take too long. It's not difficult to write something about people I know so very well.
So, tomorrow's Easter, y'all. Have a good one. Unless of course you don't celebrate Easter. Then you can just have a regular day.

Say, you're pretty big for a pill yourself...

Quote from Groucho Marx. Pretty funny.
I was going to post yesterday, but the computer wasn't working at all, so you can see where the difficulties lie. Or whatever.
Today I had piano lessons. They were pretty nifty. I learned how to play a coupla more chords. The teacher kept saying how talented we all are. She acted really surprised. Happy surprised. She's nice. I don't know why she kept saying that, though. For my part, it wasn't that difficult. I mean, playing a G chord to a C chord isn't that bad; they're hardly far away at all.
Edison went to the senior center today. I didn't. Mom said it didn't go so well.
We went to Subway last night (my favorite fast food place!). I got a Veggie Delite. Then we went across the street to East of Chicago. Monet wanted a cheese pizza. There was this kid in the dining room who looked like one of Ash's cousins (it wasn't him, just looked a little like him). He kept looking at me through the window really weirdly. I was just sitting there, I don't know why he kept looking at me like I was an alien. You don't think he knows, do you?!
Mom commented that it might have been because I was singing Reliant K songs to myself, but if so, that's pretty weird to look at someone like they're crazy for.
a) He couldn't even hear me anyway, I was in the car outside the building, and he was inside the building;
b) If I saw someone mouthing something I would either think they were singing or talking to themselves, and that isn't really weird;
c) I wasn't tossing my head and stuff like I usually do, I was just singing;
d) Reliant K is sweet anyway.
So I think he was dazzled by my good looks. *snorts*
And I am NOT imagining the looking at me, thing. There was no doubt about it. He was looking straight at me. I pretended not to notice.
I just tried to spell notice "knowtice." I'm so SICK.

Poetry and prose

This morning we had a field trip to an Aviation museum. It was really interesting. There was a plane that I got to sit in the cockpit of. There was also this little kid who said SWEET every five seconds. Kat was there. She wanted me to spend the night. Actually, she called Mom and asked. Pretty much no. I have a butt-load of schoolwork to do, cleaning on Wednesday, creative writing tonight, and a ton of other stuff. Besides that, she came over this weekend, two weeks from now I'm spending two days at her house, and the week after that I'm spending four days at her house for her birthday.
As soon as I think things are slowing down, I realize how very stupid I am.
Creative writing was great. I wrote my paragraph about my character, and they all though it was pretty good. She was pretty nifty. I'm kind of worried that all of my characters are the same, though. I guess they aren't, but most of them are pretty self-assured. I guess I write what I want to be, right? I also read a little character scetch that I wrote a while ago. Mom had never even heard it. Deb said my poem proved that I could write diversely, and one woman commented that it was amazing they both came out of the same head. I felt kind of silly.
Another woman wrote a poem that she read before the class. It was really good! She said it was her first. She should keep on.
Mom's paragraph was really good, too.
Ebity-bity-bity-That's all, folks!

Sleepover

Kat spent the night last night and the night before. It was great fun (except for the whole G thing, which I actually hardly talked to her about at all. He DOES have a girlfriend, I was right. Load off my mind.). We watched Napoleon Dynamite and Princess Bride. Also one episode of Little House on the Prairie. The only thing is she keeps copying my. My favorite Christian band is Reliant K. She used to not like them, now she does. She claims she's loved them since before I ever knew about them. She said that I'm copying her. Whatever. Now she says stupid all the time (just like me); loves Tinkerbell, frogs and monkeys (just like me); wants to buy all the same shirts I do, even if they aren't pertinent to her personality at all. I guess it's a form of flattery, but it's starting to get a little bit annoying. Especially because she acts like I'm copying her.
We had a great time watching movies, though. She loved Napoleon Dynamite. She said he was hot before she saw the picture of Jon Heder. That worries me.
I got Mom and Jaynie's birthday presents. Jaynie got a fuzzy color-in poster of the Incredibles. I'm not saying what Mom got because she'll read this.
Closing happy-note: On Saturday's choir rehearsal, TU put his hand on my back.

Mitt me, babycakes!

In case you're wondering, "mitt me" is 30's slang for "congratulate me."
I WROTE MY MAGNA CARTA ESSAY! Aren't you so proud? I think it's really good, too. Mom also figured out what was wrong with my schoolwork. So today I had schoolwork up the wazoo. I did pretty well, though. I'm not, of course, a really great student. I pretty much have and average of Bs. Occasional As and Cs, but mostly Bs.
Now that I've typed that I feel stupid...
Um, that's pretty much what I did today. My arms are sore because my cat, Pippin, decided that my arm would be a good scratching post. They actually look better today than they did last night. The lesser welts are gone. Now I just have a ton of puncture wounds. Not fun a-tall, a-tall. They look sweet, though. In addition to the puncture wounds, I have a ginormous scratch on my arm from running into the railing on our stairs. So my elbow hurts when I lean it against something.
I found The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I don't know if I mentioned that I couldn't find it. It was from the library, that's why I was worried. I also lost and found my notes for school. Now I can't find my general notebook.
I think I'm a ditz. If so, that pretty much sucks. Although that means I'm kind of funny to some people.
It also means that I'm incredibly annoying to other people. The problem is, people almost never tell you outright that they think your stupid and annoying. They usually act like they like you pretty well.
This is where the paranoia sets in, like a bad case of gangrene. Ha. Is there such a think as a good case? I used to think it was G-A-N-G SPACE G-R-E-E-N. And yes, I do realize I could have just typed it normally. I don't care.
Tomorrow I have choir. *sighs* I don't want to have to get up. I want to SLEEEEEEEP all the days. Oh well. I hope I don't miss it or something.
In conclusion, I'm going to marry Napoleon Dynamite when I grow up (Not the actor, I mean Napoleon himself.).

You're in the army now.

Or not, if you don't want to be.
I might be going to Kat's for her birthday. Don't know what the heck I'm going to get her. She wants a CD. I'll probably get that. I might write her a poem, but considering they're mostly rotten, I probably won't, even though she said she wanted one. I think that was supposed to boost my ego, or something. I talked to her on the phone for a while today.
I also ripped out the messed up stitches on my cross stitch. It took longer than it took to put them in, I think. Gah.
I'm getting better at my piano. I've been practicing. Not that you care, or anything.
Notebook.
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That's what I do when I'm bored.
Gotta go.

Scrabble Babble

Here's what I say: que is SO a word.
Here's what Mom and Dad say: No, it's not.
Whatever. It's a word in Spanish. That counts.
Yesternight I watched Runaway Bride with Mom and Dad. Dad (halfway through the movie) said "This is the stupidest movie I've ever seen." Not true. I thought it was good. Besides that, Richard Gere and Julia Roberts are way better actors than SOME people I could name. Afterwards, he said that is was "sentimental drivel with eye candy."
First of all, Richard Gere is not eye candy for me. He's 500 years older than I am. He's good, but not eye candy. Then Dad had to go and make me sick by saying something like "I think he's cute." If he ever says something like that about another man again, I may go insane/puke my guts out. Neither one of those are pretty options, I can tell you. I think Dad only watched the movie because we had pop and chips. Lotsa chips and pop.
The Creative Writing class was good. We worked on our character. Her name is Alexandra Damon. There's a ton of other stuff, too, but I'm too lazy to say anything else about it. I wrote my assignment--About two hours before we had to go--and now I have to create a character for the story. I already have some ideas. Not very good ones, but whatever.
Do you think a good character would be a girl named Robert? Just wondering.
Piano lessons went fine. I thought I was going to be so stupid, but it wasn't too bad. I can pretty much sight-read music, so It wasn't too difficult. I'm going to learn how to play Laudi, by Verdi. The title is longer, but it's in Italian and I can't remember it all.
Today Mom's blog-friend came over. It was fun. I totally messed up on my cross stitch and will have to pull a rather large portion out. Grr. All my work from the past three days, gone.
Okay, I didn't do any last night. But still.
I also went over to the neighbor's to clean. Uneventful, except I got $16.00 from last week. Not bad for an amphibian.
I also am almost halfway done with my Magna Carta paper (Finally). I just finished the book yesterday.
Speaking of books, I finished Inkheart by Cornelia Funke and Eats, Shoots, and Leaves by Lynn something. Gah, can't remember. Anyway, I finished them, and they were both good.

Here are some snowflakes.

Here's the link again.
Wennie's: 940487
Dahee's: 940502 (Notice the thong-looking things in the center? It looks like a flower, actually.)
Sil's: 940519
Emmo's: 940526
Mom's: 940548
Tal's: 940537

Stolen from Emmo--The Perfect Guy

The Perfect Guy
Hair color: Dark. Black or brown. Red is good, too.
Eyes: Green or brown.
Height: Tall. Not too tall though. Or else I wouldn't be able to talk to him without getting a crick in my neck.
Sixpack: Nice, but not needed.
Long or short hair: Ha ha. Shaggy. Michael Moscovitz style.
Glasses: Doesn't matter to me. Glasses are good.
Piercings: Definitely no.
Scars: Don't care.
Eyebrows: Um, yes?
Big butt or little: Weird question, anyone?
Chest hair: Not really.
Straight teeth, gap, or braces: Gaps are cute, braces are cool. Straight teeth are good too. In other words, I don't care.
Funny or serious: Funny. Way funny.
Party or stay at home: Both.
Should he cook or bake: Totally.
Should he have a best friend: If he wants one.
Should he have a lotta of girlfriends: Not a lot of girlfriends, but friend-girls, yeah, that's fine.
Outgoing or shy: Prolly outgoing. But I could sympathize with a shy guy.
Sarcastic or sincere: Can be sarcastic, but not all the time.
Should he watch chick flicks: Only if he won't complain about them.
Would he be a smoker: No.
Would he drink: No.
Would he swear: No.
Play with your hair: Yeah. That'd be nice.
Would he pay for dates: Sometimes. Not always. Cuz then I'd feel guilty.
Does he kiss on the first date: No way, Jose.
Where would you go to dinner: Don Pablo's!
Would he bring you flowers: Totally.
Would he lay under the stars with you: *sighs* Yeah.
Would he write poetry about you: I dunno. As long as it's not too sappy.
Would he call you honey, sweetie, or baby: Anything but baby or babe. Gag me with a spoon.
Would he hang out with you and YOUR friends: Not all the time.
Would you hang out with him and HIS friends: Totally. If he didn't mind.
Will he walk you to the door at the end: Yes.
Holding hands: Yes.
Soccer: Are you kidding? Soccer's a MUST.
Baseball: Eh. *shrugs* As long as he explains it to me, since I still don't understand anything.
Basketball: Don't care.
Football: No way. Football players scare me.
Waterpolo: Yeah, sure. I'm not sure what that is, anyway.
Surf: If he'll show me how.
Skateboard: As long as he doesn't get too much into the skater look.
Snowboard: Whatev.
Sing: Singing is the greatest, so yeah. Pretty much.
Play Piano: Yeah. We could (once I learn piano) play duets and stuff.
Play drums: Totally, dude.
Guitar: Yeah. So he can teach me.
Clean his room: Yeah, because I probably won't do it.
Paint, draw, sculpt: Meh. Whatever. It would be cool, I guess.
Writes his own music: Totally. Then he could write about me. Kidding.
Use the word dude: Not if he uses it all the time. But yeah.
Use the word tight: *laughs* I can just imagine... Prolly not. Reminds me of Spongebob (not the actual one, a guy I know).
Would he watch the sunrise with you: Um, I would probably fall asleep. Sunsets are good, though.
What kind of car does he drive: Ooh, a step truck!
How old is he: Around my age, not too much older or younger. 17 at the oldest.
What would his name be: Um, Michael Moscovitz! Muahahahaha. Or Jeremy. Or... Well, nevermind about that.

Quick!

Because I was going to do this and kept forgetting...
Four movie quotes that come to mind.
"Whatever I feel like I wanna do, GOSH!" -Napoleon Dynamite.
"I said no lies!"
"I think he's telling the truth."
"If he was telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us."
"Unless of course he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you." -Pirates of the Caribbean. The most awesome movie ever.
"Stupid Dykeni." -Willow.
"Don't tell me what to do!" -Toy Story. Long story behind why I remember this quote.
I just looked at Mom's. She has the same Napoleon Dynamite quote. Not really surprising.

Okay, now here's a question for all youse peoples.
What is (are) the most memorable movie(s) from your childhood?
Mine are probably:
Robin Hood,
The Great Mouse Detective,
McGee and Me,
The Brave Little Toaster (This was probably my absolute favorite movie when I was 6-8. I haven't seen it--Or it's sequels--in forever.).

Stupid stupid!

After my comment while I was in the car while I was braiding my hair (I'm going to shave my stupid head if I can't get my stupid hair in this stupid braid) Mom told me that I was negative. Huh. I guess that's true. But it's kind of fun. That reminded me of a time when I stubbbed my toe on a choir trip and said loudly "Oh, STUPID! I stubbed my stupid toe on the stupid door AGAIN!" TU commented "Stupid stupid stupid." I guess it was kind of funny. Saying stupid is better than swearing, I think. Besides that, I'm usually talking about myself, so it doesn't really matter.
Today in choir we spent about my entire life working on pronunciation of our Chinese pieces. I was about to kill myself. It was 1 1/2 hours of chai, not dai, and sto, not do. GAH! Luckily,
a) Ash looks back at me every so often and mouths something funny,
b) Mige (the boy who sits next to me) is pretty funny,
c) The lady teaching us Chinese was nice,
d) I have a clear view of TU from where I sit. Ah.
I talked to Ash before and after choir. Lena still hasn't asked her mom about going to see Beauty and the Beast at a dinner theater for Ash's birthday. I hope she can go. It'll be loads of fun. Talked about something stupid I did (which I don't feel the need to go into here, unless maybe you bug me about it a lot), and talked about my busy schedule.
Tuesday: Piano lessons start, Creative writing class--I still haven't written that thing for it yet! Gah!-- and next week's Tuesday I think we have a field trip.
Wednesday: One of Mom's friends is coming over, I go over to a neighbor's house and clean.
Thursday: I think we have something, but I forget what...
Friday: Nothing, I think. Probably there will be something soon.
Saturday: Choir.
Sunday: I don't know.
Oh my GOSH! If Edison doesn't stop yelling for Mom I'm going to do something VIOLENT! He can be so annoying about that.

Jammin'

So, today I went to this jam session thing. It was fun. Too bad I don't play an instrument. And also too bad I didn't know ANY of the songs they played. Familar with? Yes. Able to sing along? No. Luckily, I wasn't the only one who just watched. There were some other people. Aparently because I wasn't jumping around and stuff, Mom thinks I was trying not to have fun. There's a big difference between being uncomfortable (because you're surrounded by talented and beautiful people) and not having a good time. I did have a good time. I just wanted to enjoy it away from the action. Like on that couch in the corner of the room, writing the reasons I like to write. Which, although it's due on Tuesday, I still haven't written. But no pressure, you know? I also still haven't written my thing on the Magna Carta. I haven't had time to finish reading the book.
I'm going to go watch O Brother, Where Art Thou now (I've joined the realm of the PG-13ers! Finally! W00t!).

What the what?

Okay, first off, I have to print a retraction/correction. Dahee was not the only one to tell me to send the letter to Jeremy. Sil actually brought it up. I don't know why I didn't say that, but I didn't. Probably because I'm insane.

I had a dream that Mom told me I could get my nose pierced (which is actually something I want to do, but don't know if I should) and there was this machine thing that could pierce your nose right in choir. Rhea, a girl from choir, came up and started talking about how she wanted to get her nose pierced, and how I should go ahead and do it. But I knew that my nose would hurt really bad for a while. Also, I knew that Kat and Ash would razz my for it all the days. Then I woke up. I wonder if I should have just gone on and done it.
Probably not.
In conclusion, you smell like chicken butt. (It's nothing personal.)

i no how 2 spel & rite!111 reely!!!1! lyk omg!1!11! gramer rox

First off, go here. Click find a flake, and type in any or all of these numbers to see my snowflakes.
923157
923111
924221

Okay. I didn't really have the time or the energy to post yesterday. We had a field trip to the John Glenn Research Center. I've been there before, but it was still a lot of fun. Kat was there, and also another girl whose name I can't remember. I'll call her Heather. Just because. There was a scavenger hunt to find different info. Or 411, if I wanted to be all hip. In any case, I learned what OSCAR stands for (Orbiting Satellite Carrying amateur Radio) and messed around with a really cool TV thing. There were these two stations, and a TV screen in each one. You could see and hear whoever was in the other station. It was bloody brilliant. There was a background of the Brooklyn Bridge; we did forecasts that the bridge was definitely going to come down during the next big storm. After that, we went to a chocolate shop; I nearly threw up. I was NOT in a chocolate mood at all. Then we ate at Steak 'n Shake. I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with onion rings. I was still feeling sick, so I wasn't too disappointed when the waitress brought me raw onions instead. I really don't get how she thought I meant raw onions when I said "With onion rings" but whatever. I wasn't very hungry anyway, so I didn't say anything to her. I actually DIDN'T sleep in the car, I just was thinking, and had my eyes closed.
No, really.
Today Dahee encouraged me to send my letter to Jeremy Sumpter. I guess I could, although I've really lost the nerve. Since Dahee is slightly scary (even to me) I think I'll do what she said. Besides that, she sent some letter thing to some person that she likes, so I guess I could take a lesson from her bravery. If I do end up sending it and get a response, you can definitely expect it to be posted here, though I doubt he'll read, much less respond, to my letter. Still.
On a side note, I majorly cleaned my room today. You should have seen my bookshelves! They were crammed with stuff. I took off a bunch of books that should go downstairs, and a few that I want to take to the second-hand bookstore. I'll get MONEY! Well, actually, I'll probably get books. Whatever. Maybe they'll have some rare find. For really cheap. Except that bookstore is about an hour away. What isn't, from here?

The Ear, the Eye, and the Barm

Today I did a report on ears and eyes. They were pretty good, I think. They might actually raise my science grade to a C. Although the low grade isn't strictly my fault. But you don't want to hear about that.
I still have to finish my essay on the Magna Carta. Grr. I read the book, I just have to write the report now. It isn't even very long. 250 words, which is practically nothing. The reports I did today were only supposed to be 50, and I ended up doing about 400 each. I just am having trouble sitting down and writing the dumb thing. I should probably do it tonight. I should. I might not, especially if I end up watching Baby again. I like to watch Baby, don't get me wrong. I just won't be able to do the essay thing. Not that it really matters in the long run, because I'll probably just end up doing it tomorrow. Or late tonight.
Last night I watched McGee and Me. OH MY GOSH! I'd forgotten how much I used to love that show thing! I also remembered that I not only had a crush on Nick, I wanted to BE Nick. When I was little I responded to nothing but Nicholas. I'm totally serious. I also had an entire made up world (Edison made it up, too) that existed in a crack in our road. It was called Littletown. We used to shrink down to little size with a magic scarf, and visit our friends. I think we were heroes in Littletown because we saved them a bunch of times; one time on a pirate ship, and once we had to go to New York. There were two dragons (C.D. Rom and A.J. Rom) three Jims (good Jim, Bad Jim, and Little Jim) plus a bunch of girls that I hung out with (Carly, Taylor, and Cindy). I also remember bad Jim went to jail a bunch of times. His sister was Taylor. Bad Jim went to jail because he tried to kill good Jim, and gave good Jim a big scar across his face. Good Jim's sister was Carly, I think. One of the saddest days of my young life was when they re-paved the crack in the road. I was imagining the poor Littletownians carrying all their belongings down the road so well I could see them.
I also remember my very first imaginary friend. His name was Johnny Avenue (I know. I had weird names for imaginary friends. You don't have to tell me.). He looked like a movie star. He had really bright blond hair, and always wore sunglasses; he was the ultimate in cool. The sunglasses, I just now remembered, I probably got from McGee and Me. In one episode Nick is really cool for some reason, and he wore sunglasses. He lowered them to look at people when he wanted them to feel stupid. Anyway, Johnny Avenue was really cool. I talked to him all the time. I had another imaginary friend, but I don't remember anything other than she was a girl.
Final thought: The guy who plays Napoleon Dynamite, Jon Heder, looks nothing like he does in the movie. Check it out.
I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was a hottie.

I sang THAT!?

I was looking at my old choir music today. I have stuff that I sang in choir when I was 7. Some of it I don't even remember. Some of it I can still sing without even looking at the music. I'm not talking Christmas carols, either. I'm talking Bach. Some of the stuff my little brother sang at the last concert, and I could practically sing along with. Old times...
Today Mom and I went to a creative writing class. It was really great. It turns out that I'd actually read one of the books the writer wrote, only it was a long time ago. I thought the cover looked familiar, then she started talking briefly about the plot, and I burst out "Hey! I read that book!" Before that she asked what one of the things that majorly turned the tide in America against slavery. I knew that the answer was Uncle Tom's Cabin, but I was too much of a sissy to say anything. I have to write a little blurb about why I write. Um, non-writing, practicaly. I've never finished anything (Except school stuff and poems, and that doesn't count. Well, I have a first draft of a short story written, but it basically sucks, so that doesn't count either.), and the only thing I write on a baily dasis is this blog. And that's not the greatest acomplishment ever achieved. At all. Not to say I don't like my blog, it's just not too much in the great uncharted sea of publishingness.
Whoa. That almost sounded cool.
To get my derailed (deranged) mind back into the train of thought, rather than tied to the rails, I guess I could say that I write because I...
Am a lot better at saying things when I don't have to look at a person.
Tend to start screaming things like "I DON'T EVEN CARE ANY MORE!" and "TYRANT" (haha Blade in The Dark Lord of Derkholm) if I don't write.
Because it's really the only time I feel remotely okay with myself.
And now Mom needs to finish her post, even though she calls me Bad. *shrugs*

I'm so STYLIN'!

Oh yeah. I've got style. I went to choir today wearing my coolio new pink newswhatever style hat, pink "Where the Wild Things Are" tee, and jeans. Lena said she loved my hat, Ash liked my hat, Anna liked my shirt, Liva liked my earrings (Tinkerbell! SWEEET!) and Ginny said she loved my shirt, even though she couldn't remember my name. She's new, though. Oh, yeah, Amelia also liked my Big sis/little sis necklace. I was SO hip.
That doesn't, of course, mean that TU noticed me. Don't be silly.
I also asked Ash my purely hypothetical question, and she said that I should kill my friend. She was kidding. I told her that I didn't want to kill my friend. I like her. But I also like the guy. Then she said I should just get used to him ignoring me. I would if it was the same situation as TU (we never really talk or anything, and probably never will). He used to talk to me, and stay up until 4:00 AM playing Connect 4 with me so that when I had to go to choir the next morning at 8:00 I was delusional. He used to wave, and say "YOU!" when he saw me. Now- nothing. Whatsoever. Kind of hard to ignore.
I finished a book on the Magna Carta. I might not read all of the ones I got. There doesn't seem to be THAT much to write about. I mean, I know it's kind of important, but I think one of the reasons there are so many documents like it is because it expressed some pretty basic and universal ideas.
a) Don't go taxing people for no reason. They'll get mad at you.
b) Don't take money from widows and little kids just because you can.
c) Don't keep all the cool forests to yourself.
d) Don't take money for stupid reasons (Like your youngest son wants to get the latest Mustang.).
e) Don't try to make dead people pay stuff. Not happening.
So basically that's the Magna Carta in a nutshell. Luckily King John died before he could cancel it, or America as we know it wouldn't exist.
No, I'm totally serious. They should have just killed King John right after he signed it. Anyone who's watched Disney's Robin Hood KNOWS that the King John was a sissy with a snake (Taxes, taxes, aha, aha!). That lion was SO much better. Also the little kids. The rabbits and turtle. They rocked. Also Maid Marian. Also Robin Hood. Also that friar. Also that one rooster that sang Odalali odalali! Also Little John/Baloo/Guy from Tailspin. Yeah. That's a great movie. It always makes me hungry.

Veeery revealing...

So, Tal was posting what was in his pockets a while ago, and I also heard somwhere you can tell a lot about a person by what they have in their purse of wallet. So here is a list of the junk in my purse and what it could mean.
Booklover's Companion = I like to read.
The Complex Infrastructure Known as the Female Mind, Reliant K = I like Reliant K, and I go to the library.
Notebook = I write a lot.
Code breaker thing = I'm kind of weird because I think I need one of these to communicate.
Empty wallet = I don't have much money, but I like having a wallet.
Lotion = I have dry hands.
Sewing Kit = I can sew, and I might rip my clothes because I'm clumsy.
Make-up = I have comformed to societies rules of conduct.
Address book = I have a funny memory.
Chapstick = My lips hurt real bad!
Mirror = I'm always afraid I look funny.
Deodorant = Um, I smell bad?
Emergen-C = I have a cold, and need vitamins.
Pencil = I write stuff down.
Chopsticks = I know how to use them.
Button that says "Shine!" = I made a button.
Altoids = I don't like stinky breath.
Star Wars Galactic Phrase Book and Travel Guide = I'm afraid of being abducted by aliens + I LOVE Star Wars.

You can actually tell a lot about me from my purse. Coolio.

Books from February

The Grim Grotto, Lemony Snicket
Wendy, Karen Wallace
Pagan in Exile, Catherine Jinks
The Last Hero, Terry Pratchett
Reunion, Meg Cabot
Peter and the Starcatchers, Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson
Thief of Time, Terry Pratchett
Fire and Hemlock, Diana Wynne Jones
The Outcasts of 19 Shuyler Street, E.L. Konigsburg
The Unbrella Man, Roald Dahl
The Light Fantastic, Terry Pratchet
How my Private, Personal Journal Became a Best-Seller
User Unfriendly, Vivian Vande Velde
Darkest Hour, Meg Cabot
Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, Dyan Sheldon
The Neverending Story, Michael Ende
Backwater, Joan Bauer
Farenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

Manicotti Stuffing vs. Baby Stuffing

While stuffing manicotti with ricotta, I thought about how much it's like feeding a baby.
a) It's messy.
b) It takes forever.
c) It involves spinach.
d) You begin to feel a strange animosity for the rest of the world.
e) You mutter things like "Come on," "Hurry up," and "It's not that bad," under your breath.
f) You make funny faces even though you know it doesn't help anything.
g) You can only put a tiny bit on the fork or it'll all come back out.
h) You get more on yourself and the outside of it than on the inside of it.
i) You have a vague worry that neither you or it are going to look very nice afterwards.
j) You find food in weird places afterwards.
k) If you aren't good at it, the stuffing/food will come out the other end before you're done.
l) You really want to wash your hands after every bite, but know it won't do much good.
m) Everyone is glad they don't have your job.
n) You wonder why there isn't a better way of doing this.

There are, of course, some very big differences.

a) After you finish feeding a baby, you don't stick in in a pan filled with pasta sauce next to a whole bunch of other full babies.
b) When pick a baby up, you don't have to worry about splitting in in half. Not generally, anyway.
c) You don't think about how this is all going to be worth it in a few hours because it's going to taste good.
d) You can't (unless you're really strong or really angry) stick your fork through the baby's head.
e) There is a lot of pasta sauce and cheese involved.
f) You don't usually have to hold the baby way up in the air.
g) Mancotti doesn't care if what's going in it tastes good.
h) People don't ask you when the baby is done eating because they're hungry.

I guess that's all.

Clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere

Today Mom called a family meeting about the house. She's trying to implement a new cleaning thing process.
We went to the wedding reception of one of our neigbors. They went to Las Vegas and while there decided to get married. That's probably the biggest thing that's happened around here since the Bear. Other than the Ice Storm. Yeah, not that much stuff happens around here.
While we were at the reception, one of the women there told me I looked beautiful. That was probably the last thing I expected anyone to tell me, but whatever.
I finished reading ChaseR by Michael J. Rosen. It was pretty good. It was set in Ohio, which I didn't know when I picked it up from the library. There's going to be my big list of books in February coming up as soon as I find my notebook thing. 21 books, I think. Neverending Story by Michael Ende probably took the longest.
I'm going to start a HUGE project. Tal's going to kill me for it, but whatever. I'm going through all the Harry Potter books and find all the evidence for R/Hr. The goodship, or whatever Tal said it was. Yeah, all you H/Hr shippers, you're going down.
Other than that, I'm normal. For me, anyway. Other than my Borderline Personality Disorder. I took a quiz thing and I was 62% Borderline. Surprisingly plausible.
It was all yellow.

Whoa!

Hey, I have like 21 hugs. And I only did one, to see if it worked. Who's giving me all the hugs? And if it turns out to be all one person, I think I'll cry. Or, weirder still, some creepoid stalker who thinks it's a great idea to imagin hugging me.
I freak myself out sometimes.
But still. 21ish hugs is good. Keep it up guys. I like hugs.

What's this?

Oh, nothing much. Just me being a loser, and seeing if I can see myself on the "Most Recently Posted Blogs." I should be on "Most Wanted." Not wanted because I'm cool, I mean (when I try to act cool something bad always happens. Has been proven (me running into door in front of G. Not that he noticed. He was too busy ignoring me. And flirting with some other girl) besides that, Ash noticed.). Wanted because I'm a hazard to society at large. And at small.
So yeah.
EDIT: I DID IT. I'm 10th. Well, now I'm not. I'm not really on the list, now. But I will be when I publish this. Beat that, suckers. HA.
I'm getting way too much satisfaction in this.

CDs, apostrophes, and... Um. Fake IDs? Mickey D's?

Today I went to the library. I only got the books that I had on hold though. I currently have 20 books out. I just finished one though, and two are Mom's. Plus, some of the books on the Magna Carta don't look so very helpful, and I'm probably going to take them back. Du and Blue came up for game night tonight. I didn't play anything. I was too busy doing other stuff (like finishing The Merlin conspiracy by Diana Wynne Jones. Good book.). I also listened to a couple of my CDs. I read part of Eats, Shoots and Leaves. Pretty funny. I can sympathize, even though I misuse commas and stuff like that, too. Still, come on. How hard is it to remember the difference between Moms and Mom's? I think it's pretty easy.
The results from misuse are pretty funny, though.
Let's say, hypothetically, your friend told a guy that you liked him. Let's also say that the guy is ignoring you. You are pretty sure your friend told him some stuff that you didn't ever say. You feel really uncomfortable with the situation, considering you don't want said guy to think you are a mental case, and the current situation is pretty awkward, even if you do only see the guy maybe once a month at most. Would you write the guy a letter and have the friend give it to him? Not a love letter. Just an explanatory letter. Would you write a letter, but never give it to him? Would you actually talk to him? Would you confront the friend about betraying your trust, even if you're pretty sure she meant well, anyway? Or would you just pretend nothing happened and never have funny conversations with the guy again?
Hypothetical question, of course. Not like anything even remotely like that has happened to me. And the guy is NOT G, of course. Don't be silly.