Books are cool

I was reading on my kindle in my room last night and my dad came in. He said, "Look at your bookshelf over there." It's full of books. Then he looked at my kindle. "Your children might never read a real book, they might only read it electronically."
I looked up at him. "Stop it that's making me really depressed."

I started crying. Crying.

Another electronic!

Oh my god, a KINDLE. I love my Aunt Kimmy. Read the printed word, folks. I'll be on my kindle. No, no, don't worry, I'll still read. On PAPER too. But alsooo on a screen. Bahaha so now I officially have almost every single electronic other then a phone. Which is usually the first. But I'm cool like that.

It's my birthday!!!!!!!!!

I'm 14 years old! Congratulations to me! I got those glasses that I loved so much and I love them and I also got gold striped tights. AND NICK AND NORAH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST! Yesssssss I also got a video camera for Christmas, so Ally and Sarah, WHAT'S UP, SEXY, we're gonna have to get to work there. Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday, and A Haaappyyy New Yearr.

Whatisthiswhatareyoudoing

Ooohhhhhhh my god Oh my god it's Christmas eve and santa clause is coming in like an HOUR i can already hear him downstairs setting up :)

Actually, my grandpa is Santa. Honestly. They. Are. Identical. Wanna hear a story? Of cpurse you do, it's Christmas EVE all you do is listen to stories and eat cookies.
Anyway, so, once upon a time my grandparents were in Macy's shopping in December. They are walking down the aisle and see this little kid and his mom. They hear him whisper to his mom, "Look, mommy, it's Santa clause. What is he doing in Macy's?"
Adorable, right.
Wanna hear another? Okay, so once upon a time more recently they went out to a Christmas dinner at the Eagles Club my grandma is part of. However, the real santa was too busy to come and all the little children were sad. The manager of the club looked at grandpop and went up to him and asked him to be Santa clause for awhile so he put on a red suit (that they had there) and the little children sat on his lap and told him what they wanted. One little boy went up to him and was like "I wang a hockey stick for Christmas." and Santa looks over at the boys dad and the dad nods and then Santa closes his eyes. "wait a minute," my grandpa says, "shhh... I see my elves loading on a hockey stick right now. Maybe it's for you!" and the little boy does this giant grin.
Also very adorable. My grandparents are the best. Ahhhh you should see my grandma she's so funny. She brought her temperpedic pillow (of course) but she didn't bring it in from their car right away. It was honestly frozen solid. Honestly. It was like, a rock. No, not like a rock, it was a rock. Okay, get up. Walk over to the nearest wall. Poke it. It felt like that. It was soooo funny. We leaned it against the heater and the fireplace and yeah. It was still freezing, though not as hard, when she went to bed. SO funny.


Sorry I didn't post this last night, but my ipod went out of charge and I didn't finish it. Merry Christmas! Don't forget what tomorrow is!!!

Ah, I read some pretty good books when I was a little kid. Ahem, books I apparently still read now.

I just read These Happy Golden Years (yeah, the last Little House book) and it still even now makes he happy in a sad kinda way. Hard to explain. 
It's pretty amazing, actually, that I still liked it. First of all, the last time I read them was 4th grade (maybe more recent for this one because I loved it so much) and I've grown a lot literary-ly since then and second of all, I've read those books like ten times each and that one twenty, so I'm pretty surprised I can still appreciate them. Of course, this time around I can also appreciate how ridiculous I was when I first read it- I keep remembering feelings and thoughts I had when I read it first in like second grade and I was so stupid. I was scared of things working out bad for the family... Of the horses not being loved... Of selling too many things... Getting frostbite (actually, that one was more this time.) 

Okay, I understand that those books are SO SO SO SO childish and everything but I just got into a Little House mood, and you heed to take advantage of those even when it's one in the morning. Almanzo is sexy. See, thats not something I got the first time!!! They are so adorable together and it's sooooooooooo sweet. Awww. See, that's the happy/sad feeling. Awwwwww so cute. Really, it's really really romantic/old fashioned in love and so cute. You know. "you think I would stop picking you up just because there's nothing in it for me?" "would you like to go on a sleigh ride / buggy ride for fun this time?" awww "*expensive secret Santa present at church*" "how would you feel if you had an engagement ring?' 'Depends on the person.' 'If it was me?' 'Depends on the ring." "you may kiss me goodnight." "Its a very beautiful ring' 'I think it's the hand." "I can only imagine how long you worked making me those cupboards" etc. Isn't that just so cute? 

Rent

Oh my god. that was an awesome movie. I love it. So much. The junkies, the gays, the lesbians, the HIV positives..... it was so amazingly real. The end was so sad. And I can't believe Mimi, that was so ridiculous. And.... I don't actually know his name... Roger? I didn't really like their story. I liked Angel's and Mauren's. And the director guy. Drugs creep me out. Creep. Me. Out. But I loved the movie, Ally. And even though I was kinda creeped out, my favorite song was probably the candle one. Will you liighht my caannnddllleeeeee?

You should all see it. It was really really great. And I hope I didn't give away too much. I'm afraid that if I talk too much about my favorite parts and whatever you'll know every thing and not wanna see it.

I'm thinking of watching it again. To really get it. Or buying the soundtrack.

Scissors are difficult in a very annoying way. Ow.

My scissoring skills will be so unbearably good by the end of this immigration unit. And by unbearably, I mean you'll all be so jealous of my sore left thumb that it almost will be worth it. Uh huh. It really hurts to type this. [on my iPod] and every letter on the left hurtsssss to type.... Ow, god, e, I hate you.

Writing Without Effort

This is for my English portfolio. I've been meaning to post it forever and since I'm too busy to actually write something I decided to post it now. Hopefully, when my dad gets back with his phone (have I mentioned how that's the ONLY CAMERA in the house?!?) I can post some pictures of the gingerbread house I made at my church last Sunday! But until then.... you can have some copy and pasted rants. I'm pretty behind on posting some of them, actually. I wrote another on the bus last Friday and meant to put it up.... again, too busy. I can't even type something over. So sad. This project might not even be worth it. JUST KIDDING. Enjoy.

 Enhanced Journal Entry: English Portfolio

I don’t know what to write about- you know that in Mr. Pritz’s class last year, that counted? You could go on and on about how what we were supposed to write about meant nothing to you, that you had nothing to say, you didn’t understand- and you got credit for it. That’s what I’m doing now. Do I get credit here? Yeah, this counts.


I’m writing, aren’t I? Putting ideas on paper?


People have lists in their notebooks, people have squeezed out stories about their weekends. That is not acceptable. For me, I mean. I wish I could write a story, but really, a story isn’t something you can just write. No, wait, that’s wrong. A story is something you have to just write. You cant think for a long time about a good story. The words have to flow out of you without thinking. A story needs to have feeling.


Sometimes, when you’re writing, you forget where you are and you stop caring that your hands hurt form scrunching them around a pencil and pressing hard on the paper. Sometimes, when you’re writing, you stop listening to the noise around you and you only hear the words whispering around in your head and in front of your eyes. Sometimes, when you’re writing, you realize that Mr. Pritz was completely right when he said that when you think you don’t know what to write about, it comes out anyway.

Studying is NOT what we do at lunch, no matter what it looks like. HA.

Have you ever done that thing where everyone takes out a piece of paper and writes a beginning sentence? And then you all pass it in the same direction, and the person next to you continues the story and then folds over your part for the next person. Then they keep passing it around until they feel like finishing it. Yeah, you might have seen us all at the lunch table strangly quiet, with pieces of paper around us, writing? That's what we were doing. And it was awesome. I have had a request to post them here, so here you go! Enjoy!

I'm only posting the ones we did at lunch, not the ones some people did in Tech Buchner. There's a LOT of them, so I only posted the ones I was there for. Sorry :(


Key:
Jessie
Ally
Me
Lindsey C.
Ava
Alex

The burly man awoke and declared "The bears are flying on the hippos!" It was a catastrophe! There was hair everywhere. Even the dogs thought it was odd, they had never seen something like this in their life. They were so surprised that they gaggled a hairball. Then they died. But they came back as zombies and had a zombie dance party. The peaches pooped as the zombies danced. They danced to thriller with bananas. The bananas got creeped out. Micheal Jackson? Ew! What are you talking about!?! I love Micheal Jackson! YOU'RE BAD! <-- Get it? It's one of his songs. :)

THE END OF STORY ONE

Story Two:

One day, a man was stupid. He walked into a burning toilet. He sat in it and took a dump. The toilet exploded! And everyone screamed. And then they cried. And the poop mouned the poor rabits.
And the rabits cackled in heaven and dreamed of a proper revenge. He dreamed and dreamt but couldn't think of anything! So he stopped trying. The end.

THE END OF STORY TWO

Story Three:

The dog chased the cat and flying unicorns appeared. The unicorns, unfortunately, were eaten by the cat. But they all survived! They then died of heard attacks. But not really, that's just what they told everyone. The truth was far more dangerous, and everyone knew it. He knew that if he revealed the truth, the whole village would collapse.
So he told a lie- "It was flying unicorns!" And the unicorns each gave me a lick, then flew away. A giant bird came and killed all the unicorns. There were no survivors.

END OF STORY THREE

Story Four: (this is one with a moral! yay! Morals are awesome!)

"Hi! My name is Langston Hughes! What's yours?"
"I'm president JFK, back from the dead :)"
"And let's party!" A hot guy came on an eagle and everyone was happy. Except the old fart. He was grumpy.
"NOOOOOOO!" The old fart said "Why does this always happen to me!? I'm so grumpy! How come I'm always constipated!?"
"Because you can't poop?"
"But I did poop!" And everyone was glad. The end.

END OF STORY FOUR

Story Five:

There once was a snufolafogus, it ate Baby Natasha. She screamed and- wait no, she was dead. The boy next to her collasped into tears. He cried so much he flooded the whole street. And everyone else cryed- flooding the lake. Then the lake turned a very strange color and everyone said, "Ooh, Aah." Then someone bought pizza. But it had yucky anchovies so nobody wanted to socks. And so it ended, with anchovies and socks. What a happy ending, the narrator thought.

END OF STORY FIVE

Story Six:
The cheeseburger stood up on his desk. The chicken and the burger kissed. <3 And made a new sandwich- the Chickger! The Chickger was widely popular and some people pooped for it. I pooped for it too. But Ronald was too constipated. "The poop just won't come out," he explained. Did you try taking pepto bismo? It's pink! But then it turned blue and everyone went home!  



Okay everyone: Which was your favorite? And you better comment because I spent a lot of time on the editing of this! Well, not really, but still.

I am so excited..

I have someone to interview for social studies! YES! Her name is Biergit and she goes to my church and she has traveled all over the world with her husband the science genius. I WIN. She's gonna be perfectly awesome. For those of you watching at home- who are you interviewing? What are they like?

How To Make a Snowflake, Brought to you by Livvy

I LOVE snowflakes. Paper ones, I mean. The real ones are too cold.

My mom and I got this thing at the service auction a few years ago, and we and this group of Unitarians learned how to make perfect snowflakes. I am the only one in my family who still remembers, even though I reteach it EVERY FREAKING YEAR. I figured that someone out there might want to know how to make a non- rectangular, non-square snowflake, plus I was bored and my dad's iphone was just LYING there I mean seriously could anyone resist? Okay, so here's how it goes, step by step.

So you get your piece of paper, right?

Then you fold it in half diagonally, so it makes this right triangle thing.

Then you cut the extra rectangle of paper off that triangle, leaving a square (folded in half) which you then fold in half again, so you have a smaller right triangle. This fold was just to find the middle, so don't worry about flattening it down or anything.

 

Then you unfold it...

Right, here's the REALLY hard part. Seriously tricky. This is the part that I wished I took the pictures right side up. You have to somehow fold your triangle into thirds- three equal pieces. The way I found this year that made it not-so-difficult-almost-easy was to look at the halves and stuff. You fold the first side so that it's top corner (in this picture, I guess bottom) is the same distance from the center as the bottom of it's other side. Here, I'll have to show you on Paint.

They are the same distances from the center, see? I don't know how else to explain it.

If you do that right, folding the other side will leave it all lining up perfectly on both sides. Ideally. This isn't a normal occurrence.

Then you fold it in half again. Make sure you line that one up as evenly as possible, it helps a lot with the cutting.

You take the top off of it, so that the entire top is the same height of paper.  

Then you make your first actual cut. You either embellish a straight triangle down, or make two triangles, one smaller than the other, like a check.I did the check one, obviously embellished a little. What's the fun without that?

Then you make some pretty cuts. DO NOT BE AFRAID TO GO DEEP. The problem with people when they make snowflakes is that they are so afraid to break them! Do not be afraid of cutting too far- delicate snowflakes are so pretty, seriously. 

That's what mine looked like when I unfolded it! (Which you have to do carefully, because of the aforementioned delicate cuts.)

Those are some others I've made.

How does everyone else make their snowflakes? Take a picture and show me!!!

I'm SO GOOD at distracting myself

As you might be able to imagine right now, there are a lot of feelings running through my head. Instead of acknowledging more annoying ones such as disappointment and anger, I'm going to talk about something else and try and distract myself. Hopefully, my icy-scary-evil-calm voice that I can't stop right now will go away.

So, my grandparents are going to come over for Christmas this year. My mom's all like "We should totally go to church that night at that place in Cornell" (not her exact words, duh) and then she's like "Do you want to come" and I'm like NO. I hate going to church on Christmas Eve. It's so boring. Why would you be THERE when you could be at home opening your before-present? (we open one present on Christmas eve. My mom picks it out, we can't choose. And it's normally pajamas.) and sitting by the fire? and having FUN? Plus, my mom and my grandma normally go to some mass somewhere, and I would hate to intrude on their ritual. Uh huh, that's why.
It's just boring, I'm sorry.
On the topic of holidays, Hanukkah is this Sunday! Well, actually, it's not ONLY this Sunday, but we aren't a very Jewish family so we celebrate it only one night. We light the candles and stuff every night, but we have Latkas (how in the world do you spell that?) which I hate, by the way,, they're way to oil-ly and onion-y, even when dipped in applesauce, sour cream, and ketchup, and get a present only once. And we decided on sunday. I'm very excited to get my present, which is the complete Hitchhikers set (I picked it out... and saw it being bought.), minus And Another Thing, which isn't even the same author so it doesn't count. Actually, I might be missing the last one. I forget if there's four or five in the book, and I also forget if there is four or five in the series (minus Eoin Colfer).
No, we don't celebrate Kwanzaa or Boxing Day, which are the two other big December Holidays. Instead of doing something that boring on the 26, we decided (ha) to have my birthday! Yep, my birthday is the day after Christmas. You know what that means? YES. You better get me TWO presents by... whenever we get back.
The Stromingers aren't having their New Year's party this year, I've heard. I'm okay with that, I guess, because it wasn't that fun last year. It was fun.... like 3 years ago? This means I guess we're going to the Sheimans... such a party. Seriously, we're there all the time, it's no longer a special occasion. It's like going out to dinner at Viva. We ALWAYS go out to dinner at Viva. ALWAYS. I LOVE VIVA. So this is fine with me. It's just it's no longer that special of an event. Of course Viva is still special. This is hard to explain.

So yeah, those are my Christmas, Hanukkah, and 14th BIRTHDAY plans plus that bit added about Viva. Try the Super Burrito. And the Lime Vinaigrette. What are you doing for the holidays?

Ah, this almost made me optimistic! YES! Goal reached.


OH MY GOD, I HAD AN ELLIS HOLLOW PLAY IDEA THE OTHER DAY! And it made me happy too! YES. This is good.

Hello, everyone

I've deleted my last post.

I'm sorry for sounding mean, or predjudiced, or horrible right back at them.


Goodbye. Thank you for listening.

Before you say anything, yes, I edited this one too.

Taughannock Falls Rock Slide - Photos, Information

Taughannock Falls Rock Slide - Photos, Information

Wow, that's an awesome before/after shot.

Liar, Liar

I am very sorry to tell you all this.

It's very disappointing.


Idonthaveanymorecandy

Oh my god I'm so sorry. So you know I promised you candy for reading those books? Well, see, using this bizarre combination of my siblings, my father, and myself all eating Halloween candy shamelessly, in addition to my mother throwing out a piece whenever she felt like it, there is only a few pieces that are most prized by my siblings. Honestly, they would kill me if I went anywhere near them.

Soooooo you don't get any candy for reading those books.



The attitude I would like you to have, walking away from this post, is: "Okay, I didn't need a reward for reading such fantastically amazing books recommended to me by my dearest friend anyway! And I will also finish all the other ones on the list, just to make that dearest friend happy! And also, have you seen that blog of hers? Yeah, I should totally go follow it!"

Only the second sentence is mandatory.

You're Invited!

Event: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows
Place: Regal Cinemas, the mall
Time: Saturday, tomorrow, at 4:10 (get there by 3:45?)
Who: everyone who reads this, has heard me talk about it, has heard someone else talk about, or would think it would be fun.


completely serious. honestly.

Obituary of Justin Bieber, killed by an angry anti-fan

I remember the beginning. The one day where I had no idea who he was, when I had heard him on the radio but not enough to know him by name, and when he was just a boy who sounded like a girl. 

The next day, I remember looking him up on wikipedia, and there was already an article up about him. Birth date, full name, first song. Already. On the bus that morning, everyone had formed their own opinions of him. All of the guys were automatically disgusted. "You like Justin  Bieber?" they would say. "Or should I say, Justine?" and the girls would respond with a "Wow, jealous much?" 

Our thoughts and opinions of him grew as he did, until he was much more than a boy who sang like a girl- he was the target of gay jokes, he was an object to be picked on, he was a teen sensation. The girls still had Bieber Fever, the boys were still jealous. 

He could sing, he could dance, and- my mom even agreed-he had a great stage presence. People hated on him, why? Because he was famous? Because he did, underneath all his mainstreamed persona, have talent? You never had to love him. I didn't even love him. He was just another singer. And he could sing. So all I can say to you is, "wow, jealous much?"

I can't write anymore....

I had a really good day... especially the time after gym. Which is weird, because gym is the last period of the day.... normally. Today it was second to last. I had a fun/productive tech class (SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT YOU, ADRI, WEREN'T THERE TO DISTRACT US. Love you anyway.) and then an awesome german where we learned about teh AUTOBAHN and also watched the Emperors New Groove in FRENCH because german's are cool like that. Ahem. Um, in Gym......... uh....... never mind. We talked about one of Starkid's productions. Not AVPM. Not AVPS. Not Little White Lie. The other one.... yeah. It was exciting. I greatly enjoyed trying to explain what it was about. Anyway. Then in earth science, we had fun because, well, astronomy is fun HYPOCRITE yes I am aware. Whatever. Earth Science is cool. Shut up. We are learning epic things, and people don't even use the word "epic" anymore so it must be pretty epic. Does that make sense? it does to me.


Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm so yeah. I hate how I can't write anything good anymore! I would like to tell you all to watch A Very Potter Musical on youtube, done by Starkid, and then watch A Very Potter Sequel, and then you are all allowed to talk to me again! Congratulations! No, but really, it's a very amazing thing and it's insanely creative and even GASP better than the books. Yes, I went there. I can't believe I haven't said anything about it yet on my blog.... well now I have, and now you all need to watch it. Also, watch all of Tobuscus's videos, because those are funny too. Especially the Literal Trailers. Especially the Harry Potter one. Noi'mnotobsessedshutup.

I wish I actually had something good to write about.

Rochester!!!!!..... no.

So yesterday I spent the entire day at my church, getting ready for a Silent Auction/Dinner. The entire day. And guess what I'm doing today?!?! Uh-huh, going to church. And guess what else!?!? Our church group is going on a FIELD TRIP. TO ROCHESTER. A CHURCH THERE. Most importantly, we won't get back until like 3. Another day wasted on religion. God. And I still have homework.

I've already been to this church, my dad made us go because it was designed by Kahn and is a very cool building. I'VE BEEN  THERE ALREADY, I don't care about going to the service or anything.


Yep. Only upside is that I'm going with Maddie (V.) and she's also an AVPM freak, or was at some point, and we can listen to music in her mom's car.


You can only imagine how excited I am.

How did you do on your report card?

Awhile ago, I wrote this. I forgot if I had posted this up here yet or not, so I guess I'll just post it. Apparantly, I haven't been on my blog enough. Right.

My dad enjoys painting me different colors…







I wake up in the morning and get ready for school. Walking down the old wood stairs, slightly creaking them, but in a friendly way, I go over the list in my head. Ever constant, ever changing. I mentally check off a few things in my head. Homework. Turn alarm clock on. Those were from last night. Eat breakfast. Check to make sure homework has, in fact, made it into my backpack.


“Control freak…” I can imagine them whispering. Then, “Oooh, you’re hearing voices…” then “Wow, you even make up problems for yourself…”


True, I know. True. The red ceiling above me bothers me because it clashes with the maroon walls. Obsessive compulsive. Control freak. My dad, the one who painted these walls, is the complete opposite. He, after all, painted these walls.


Blobs of goopy paint staring right at me- bubbles and faded areas all over.


Abstract, he calls it.


Ugly, I call it.


The kitchen is the same way, except light pink, with the same red ceiling. My dad is slouching on a chair, even though the whole point of chairs is so your spine can rest, not bend itself. I sit opposite him, and in fact oppositly- perfectly leaned back against the chair.


“Why are you up so early?” he asks me.


“School?” I say.


“Oh. Really?”


“Um… yeah?” I don’t know where he’s going with this.


“No, today’s a painting day.” He says this like it’s a known fact and not something he made up when I walked into the room.


“Oh…” he’s a painter, and he somehow makes a living painting our (completely empty) spare bedrooms different colors and sending the pictures to art magazines. My role in this is getting covered in paint and throwing myself at the walls in different poses.


A human stamp.


Completely unlike me, but I would do anything to keep my dad’s less than stable line of work…

And then time was up...


If you want to, answer the title in the comments!!!!

THE CRAZY FAIRY (TALE)

So, I know that I've shown you variations of this story about 3 times already, but I swear, this time is for real. This is the final, finished, beautiful version of the story I told Ally during Twelfth Night rehearsal one day. I really love the plot. It's pretty awesome. Please keep in mind, "Ally" is not pronounced like, Ally, it's pronounced "Al... lye." You know? Like how countries have allys? Just so you know. ENJOY!!! There are three parts, and it's kind of long (like 700 words? not that bad), but it's worth it! The ending is the best part!




The Crazy Fairy (Tale)

Fictional Narrative With Dialogue- English Portfolio

Once upon a time there were two red-headed princesses. Where ever they went people thougth they were sisters- which was reasonable, because they were!

One day they came across a Crazy Fairy in the woods.

“Wow, you guys look like sisters!” She said to them.

“That’s reasonable, because we are,” the taller sister said. “And we’ve never heard that before,” she added sarcastically.

“Okay,” the Crazy Fairy said. “Where are you going?”

“Um,” said the shorter sister. “Could you, before you start stalking us, like, tell us your name?”

“Oh, right, of course,” said the Crazy Fairy. “I’m your friend, Adriana.”

“How do you know you’re our friend?”

“I just am! I’m your friend, Adriana!”

“You just said that.” The taller princess said.

“Yeah, whatever. So where are you going?”

“We don’t really know yet, we were just roaming in the woods for no reason,” said the shorter princess. “Would you like to come with us?”

“Better than that, I have something to show you.”

And the Crazy Fairy, hereafter referred to as Adri, took both the red-headed princesses by the hands and broke into a run.


PART TWO


“Where are we?” said the taller princess, whose name was Olive.

“Yes, where in the world did you take us, Adriana?” asked the shorter sister, whose name was Ally, as in “associate,” or “person on your side.”

“I’ve told you a million times in the last five minutes already to call me Adri.” Adri said.

“Yes, but that’s kinda hard to do after you INTRODUCED YOURSELF AS ADRIANA. Because now I still think your name is Adriana.”

“Yes, that’s just what my name is. That’s not what I want people to call me. Call me Adri.”

“Olive! Adri! It doesn’t matter what you’re called. I have two important questions for you. One- Adri, where are we? Two- Adri, why are the leaves PURPLE?” Ally wanted to know.

That was a good question. The three girls stopped for a second and looked around at the woods surrounding them. Each tree had purple leaves, and the bark was a dark shade of green normally reserved for normal tree’s leaves.

Adri shrugged. “They must’ve redecorated,” she said, turning to the tallest tree. “And they’ve changed their door too. It’s up there.”

“You mean, we have to climb up that tree?” said Ally and Olive, who were both kind of princesses like that.

“No, of course not! Seriously? We’re flying!” Adri sounded surprised they didn’t know that. “there’s this wind current elevator thing that should be places about….” She took a step back. “…here.” Suddenly, she was gone- shot up into the sky.

The two sisters hesitated, then stepped forward onto the patch of grass previously occupied by Adri, the Crazy Fairy.


PART THREE


The wind carried Adri, Ally, and Olive up to the Fairy Kingdom. There, everything was purple and dark green, except for the people. When they got to the Fairy Kingdom, Ally and Olive were so impressed that they couldn’t talk for five minutes, and then couldn’t stop laughing because of how surprised they were for ten. Fifteen minutes into their visit, however, a giant purple and green dragon appeared before them! Before the dragon could even introduce himself as Viktor/Malama, another Crazy Fairy popped out of nowhere and slew the dragon with his Fairy Powers. Sir Andrew Agueface then turned to Adri, Ally, and Olive and bowed.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, young ladies! I am Sir Andrew Agueface.”

Adri was so mad at him she had to yell. “OH, MY GOD, ANDREW!” She screamed. “KILLING A DRAGON ISN’T COOL! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT DRAGONS ARE NICE HERE! YOU ARE SO STUPID!”

“What!?” said Ally. “You mean, we could’ve been FRIENDS with that dragon?”

“I’ve always wanted a dragon for a friend, GOD Sir Andrew Aguecheek,” said Olive, who rationalized that since Adri had yelled at him, she could too.

“It’s Agueface…” said Andrew dejectedly.

“Andrew, actually, it is “cheek.” How is it even POSSIBLE to forget your own NAME?” Said Adri, though she didn’t sound that surprised that Andrew had done it.

The three girls turned on their heels and, leaving the confused, miserable, dragon-murdering man behind them, walked off to explore the rest of the Fairy Kingdom.

THE END


Opinions? I'm using this for my portfolio this year, so anyone wanna help edit? Comment suggestions and responses and problems.

Love my new background, won't you?

I especially like the way it looks when I set the image to "scroll with page" because then it gives you this major headache and is an insane optical illusion. I didn't want to make anyone puke/die though, so I didn't make it scroll with the page. I'm a considerate person.

Yes.

I finally know what you mean when you say:

"I want something to happen.

"I want an argument.
"I want a confrontation."

Because I have the responses.

I have the reply.



And I even have the reason.

New Challenge!

Kinda.

So, I know you all read my Authors of the Moment because you all care that much. So since you already know what this is about I don't even have to explain that I'm giving out candy to whoever reads a book. Reading a book isn't that hard, you know.

NOT JUST ANY BOOK can be read to get a piece of halloween candy. Chose from the below list. The further down the list you go, the more chance you will have of choosing your own candy.

1. 13 Reasons Why- (Jay Asher) If you haven't read that yet, you don't deserve candy, I'm sorry. Same with The Book Thief.
2. Queen of Babble, Queen of Babble in the Big City, Queen of Babble GETS HITCHED- (Meg Cabot) I've already told you all NOT to read those, but if you must...
3. The Secret Life of Prince Charming- (Deb Caletti) I'm sorry, Anna, but Deb Caletti is sooooo good she's better than Sarah Dessen. This one is my favorite from her, though The Life and Fortunes of Indigo Skye comes pretty close. Read either, I guess.
4. Pants on Fire- (Meg Cabot) Um.... in the "Liar Liar," kind of way, just so you know. Very good book. Meg Cabot is sooo good at talkinggggg.
5. City of Bones/Ash/Glass- (Cassandra Clare) I really enjoyed the last one, City of Glass, because I correctly guessed the plot, and it all happened the way I wanted it to go! It's also a good series.
6. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy- (Douglas Adams) Finally, a book both guys and girls can read! (if you are a guy, and read any of the other above, you will not get candy, I will just make fun of you. Sorry again) This series is a collection of random moments, intense situations, hilarious adventures, and sarcastic comments made by deppresed robots, the last man on earth, the last woman on earht (neither of whom actually on earth) a friend of the last man on (of) earth who happens to be an alien/researcher for a book, and the president of the galaxy. READ. how can that description NOT make you!?!?!
7. Jane Eyre- (Charlotte Bronte) possibly the first feministic book ever written, and yet with a very unfeministic ending. It's really good, an exciting, and intersting, and funny too. Like I've said to I'm sure everyone at some point, I don't normally like books that are very old fashioned inctheor writing style (just too many WORRDS) but this one isn't like that. It's very good.
8. [Sci-fi]- this includes but isn't limited to (talk to me) 1984, Farenheit 451, Ender's Game, Dune (though I haven't even finished that one, so no worries) or other books that I can't think of right now.
9. [Anything by Scott Westerfeld, prefferably Peeps.]- Peeps is the best book ever, maybe even my favorite of all time (after an epic battle with The Book Thief, it won.) and you should totally share the awesome.
10. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist- (Rachel Cohn and David Levithan) Okay this is an awesome awesome book. (more details in author of the moment) it's a really awesome story with really great characters told from two very different viewpoints. I will give you ANYTHING to read this book.

People who already get candy: Jacob L. and Esther. Oh, i forgot Before I Fall!!! (lauren oliver) Thank god for ally mirin. For giving me the books Hitchhikers Guide and Jane Eyre, repsectively.  If you've read any of these books, send me an email. Hopefully you know it, or you shouldn't be at my blog. Email me the list of books you've read, and you have until... thanksgiving? after break? To do this. If you've already read some of them, they count also- but you need to make a note of how many you actually took the effort to get out after reading this. (sophie I hope I answered your comment.) Stephanie, I'm not going to shame you.... as long as you still want to read it! Please note, I have SOME of these books to lend out also. Not many, but some. Hardly. Only 12 Reasons and City of Glass and Peeps. So you could borrow those. But all of these books are definitely at the TCPL and if they aren't (you know, because y'all are gonna be fighting over then and the demand'll be too high) I think DeWitt's library has them too. Feel free to include books that you know I've read (and loved), and come seeking candy for reading them!

Livvygoesdeep (a strain of livvylogic)

Ok so...... Polygamy. What are your views? Because I used to have like no opinion, whatever, as long as they're happy, right? kind of thoughts. But I read this book (what else is new) and it just really creeped me out, I'm sorry. I don't even know what religion it is?
And honestly, Im sure that there are families with more than one mother who are all happy and fine, but god, this book was more than a little bit scary. It was called The Chosen One and yeah.... She was (almost) forced to marry her uncle who's like 50 years older than her. And she has no say in it. "I saw it in a vision from God," Prophet Childs says, but, um, so? You are forcing this girl to marry her blood relative who is 50 years older thanher, and beating the crap out of her when she doesnt obey. And she thinks she's being punished or something because she reads books from the traveling library, and likes this boy in her compound and wishes she could choose something for herself. Don't worry she doesn't believe she deserves that punishment for long... And I will never ever ever ever put up with anyone who believes that woman was put on this earth for man. Eeeeeeeewwwwwwwww no. Thank you.

Opinions? Thoughts? Read the book, maybe? (future or past tense)

It's an interesting thing to think about... Where religion should just stop. Where it starts to become ... Not ridiculous, but I guess just really constraining and honestly sexist.

And really I'm sorry if any of this offended any of you, I'm not super religious in a theistic (is that a word?)way, and generally consider myself very open to religion. So yeah, I don't mean any harm.

Finally, Finally

Hey guys, I finally got around to taking some pictures of my sister's christmas and birthday presents. It took so long because, as I'm sure you've hear me say before, the only camera in the entire house is my dad's phone.

This dress is ALL HELD TOGETHER BY ONE BUTTON IN THE FRONT. It's only one piece. And it was just this awesome series of mistakes that ended up looking really cool.

This is so so pretty. You could wear it tucked in or not- personally, I like it tucked in, but with a pair of her other pants (that Emma already has- I'm NOT making pants) it would probably look better untucked.

Yes, I know, the sleve isn't finished. Don't yell at me, seriously. Keep in mind that this is birthday, and her birthday isn't until January. So yeah. I really like that jacket, but the skirt is a little big I need to take it in a bit. I like the stripes though.

Enter: Christmas. I decided to have a Harry potter theme because my sister's obsessed.

So I made a Gryffindor Robe, a wand, and A BOOK. Very very proud of my book:

I love it so much. Anyway, I've spent so long formatting these pictures into this post and it's gonna end up looking like crap anyway, because the editing window is a different size than the actual post size. I could always change the post size, but really, who does that?

Do you like my Christamas and Birthday presents? please note that I haven't gone crazy, and the doll is not my sister Emma. That is her American Girl Doll, or as she and her friends call it, their 'Mericans. Her name is Elizabeth. And all Emma's been wanting for Christmas this year, and all I would ever get her really, because it's so much fun, is American Girl Doll clothes. I hope she likes them!

Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?

Your in-depth results are:

Gryffindor - 12
Ravenclaw - 11
Hufflepuff - 10
Slytherin - 7





 
OH COME ON ALMOST RAVENCLAW!!! I mean I know gryffindor is the best but...
 
Okay I have absolutely no life. I'm so boreddddd.
 

Don't you just love The New Yorker?

Don’t Be Evil


by Simon Rich



My favorite Google feature is Google Dictionary. Whenever I need a word defined, I just type it into the search box and the meaning pops right up. It’s really convenient, but sometimes the definitions can be strange. For example, here are some words I looked up recently on Google Dictionary.


Yahoo: A stupid Web site for stupid people who only want crap.
Ask: A crap site for idiots.

Bing: Just a bunch of crap.
Monopoly: A term that idiots like to throw around to sound smart at parties, but really they don’t know what the hell they’re talking about.

Information: A thing that Google makes instantly accessible to anyone for free. And that makes them the enemy? Explain that logic to me.

Charity: A thing that Google gives to.

Environment: A thing that Google gives to.

Barack Obama: A cool guy who uses Google.

Lady Gaga: A cool lady who uses Google.

Privacy: An overrated thing that people should maybe chill out about.

Relax: A thing that some people should learn how to do, especially journalists.

Victim: A nice company that gets attacked all the time for no reason.

Jesus Christ: A guy who made people’s lives much easier and then was crucified. Sound familiar?

Books: Something people can read online for free now.

Thank You: A thing it wouldn’t kill people to say.

Computer: A thing for using Google. ♦

Limitations of the Internet

It's sad how blogger can only go so far. There are things i wish I could post up here. Things I need to get out in the world. People need to know some things.

Did you know I'm on the verge of a panic attack like every 30 seconds now? While doing homework. Now, thinking about.... this... I don't know.

I do this weird, almost crying without the tears- you know, the like.... heaving? It's honestly kind of scary. On the verge of tears.

There are things I wish I could say, dude.

I just want to scream. And start an argument and win. And not cry, like I'm about to do now. This is a horrible feeling. Pissed off/ mad/ tired/ exhausted/ angry/ sad/ overloaded/ over scheduled.

Please just listen to me and stop because I can't afford to be stressed out about people who know better than that. And I'm crazy stressed. *almostcry* crap.

HALLOWEENYYYY

I really feel like telling you the story of what happened last year on Halloween, but I'm actually not in the mood to type it all. So I'm going to do the simple, bulleted version! I'm totally mixing last year's Halloween with two years ago's- I can't really really tell the difference, and also mixing them together and taking some things out makes it the ideal Halloween. So this isn't what ACTUALLY happened, it's the best of the last two years.

• It was Me, Anna, Elora, Wyatt, Hammy, and Garrett. (okay, so this is what actually happened (I think. maybe): last year: me, Elora, Anna, will, Garrett, hammy, Shannon? and two years ago: me, Elora, Anna, Wyatt, Hammy. Something like that. but this is what I keep thinking happened)
• We went trick-or-treating in Eagleshead (by Elora's house)
• Hammy got SO SO SO sick that he didn't even want to get anymore candy because he had eaten too much, and he sat on the edge of every driveway and waited for us to come back.
• Wyatt flirted with these girls who spoke French. His face turned beet red and we were all like "come on, Wyatt, you know French too!" it was REALLY funny because they were like stereotypical European twins (i seriously DON'T know if this is all my imagination or not) and he was like talking to them (more like mumbling.) and he was a hockey player... I think. He had a mask. Or maybe it was a pumpkin head.
• We got mucho candy. Don't you like how I'm becoming Spanish?
• ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm yeah. Then we went back (this was last year, for sure) and had this really crappy after party thing. The rest was fun though!

So..... I'll leave it up to you to untangle that mess of real life last year, real life 6th grade, and what MIGHT have happened I don't remember anymore. Apparently all I know for sure is that it was SO. MUCH. FUN. I also know that I have a horrible, horrible, horrible memory. God. What was your Halloween like last year?

Sick.

I am in New Jersey. We started driving last night, at like 5:30 (that's why I wasn't at the dance, by the way.) When I got home on Friday I (of course) sat down to watch Project Runway right away, and I had this HORRIBLE headache that only got worse. I think it was from the completely invigorating school day I had. I absorbed so much knowledgeeeeee in like every single class.

Social Studies- You learn just being in her presence. We didn't even talk about what we were supposed to, we never got around to it, but that doesn't matter. She just... taught. Honestly, it's crazy how you learn without even knowing.

Earth Science- Okay, FINE, science is growing on me. I ADMIT it. It's interesting. Don't rub it in my face. Those maps are so cool! And on the drive down to NJ I can't even tell you how many times I referenced something I learned "Ooh, look the north star" "The sun is setting so now we're driving south" "It's the full moon either tonight or tomorrow, look at how insane it is" etc. It's invading my life. I agree, I will never be able to watch another sunset/sunrise without thinking 'OH MY GOD WHERE'S MY ASTRO JOURNAL." Seriously. So yeah, we learned a lot in that class too. Plus I just can't stop thinking about it.

Algebra- We had a test. And it was hard. Well, challenging. It took me the entire class period, no room to spare. And I was in the zone the entire time. TOTALLY CONCENTRATED I love that. It's such a good feeling like just numbers going through your brain over and over and answers popping out no distraction it's very cool. I think I want to be a math teacher. Or a teacher. That's how inspiring my teachers are this year. Seriously.

English- Maybe more productive than normal, in a totally un-productive kind of way. Silent reading period, which was cool, because I did my homework due Wednesday, which was to read up to chapter 7 I think. It's actually kind of funny, because the book we're reading in English totally matches up with what we're doing in SS. Integration, segregation, civil rights.


Tech- I spent the entire tech time helping Genell with her math homework, studying for the test. Further proof of my math teacher possibilities. I love it.

German- I totally ACED that test. So much that I can say "ace" which no one but ME would ever say. I use quotation marks in my written piece!! Oh yeah! Do you want to know what I said? Of course you do! I said: Ich kann leider nicht. Ich muss die Hause helfen. Meine Mutti sagt: "Kannst du mit sie ins Kino gehen NICHT, du muss die Hause helfen." Ich muss meine ZIMMER aufraumen, den Tisch decken UND den Mull sortieren! Morgen konnen wir ins Kino gehen? Um 3 Uhr habe ich frei, habst du? Kannst du? Willst du? TRANSLATION: Unfortunately I can't. I must do house work. My mom says: "You can't go with her to the movies, you have to do house work." I have to clean my ROOM, set the table AND sort the trash! Tomorrow can we go to the movies? I have 3 o'clock free, do you? Can you? Do you want to?

Gym- we had the pacer. Ugh. UGHHHHHH. I'm such an epic fail! Good thing I'm okay with that.


So all of that interesting knowledge/physical exercise I had to do today combined and turned into a horrible horrible headache, which transformed in the car ride to a headache/cold, and from there it did what every headache/cold does- this morning it became a fever. This is horribly disappointing, because I was supposed to get my boots today. You know, for Christmas? My cool boots I got last year? I was going to get another pair this year (it's my traditional present from my grandma) but I'm sick!! And if I'm not better tomorrow she's just gonna give me money and expect me to go to a boot store all by myself!!!!!W!E! !D!O!N!'!T! !E!V!E!N! !H!A!V!E! !A! !B!O!O!T! !S!T!O!R!E! !A!N!Y!W!H!E!R!E! !N!E!A!R !U!S! the closest one is in like Rochester? I don't know. tragic, is it not? Yeah?

HAHAHAHAHA. (still cracking myself up)

So now every classroom is required to have a poster saying "Every sentence ends with punctuation." Well, Mr. McGrath wasn't too happy about that. "I'm a MATH teacher," he says. "I shouldn't have to put up an ENGLISH poster in my room! Everyone else should have to put up a math poster in THEIR room too." (-not an exact quote.)

I thought that was a FANTASTIC IDEA. And so I, of course had to make one to print out and distribute among the teachers. PLEASE, if you are a teacher and are reading this, DON'T tell your fellow teacher friends that the girl going to everyone's homebase and saying "Yeah, it's a new state thing. Every classroom needs to have one," is lying. DO NOT TELL THEM. Thank you. Why would you anyway? Don't you want to see this in every classroom!?!?!?

To get it to picture format I used my epic computer SKILLS and saved the word
document as a PDF and then exported that as a JPEG. Yeah, I'm cool..

So yeah. Don't you LOVE IT!!! I LOVE IT!!! It was such an awesome idea!!! I hope it works. Please please please. And if it doesn't, I hope DeWitt's teachers are cool enough to put them up anyway.

Recently has been sewing machine obsessed

Have I told you that since it's now okay to be ready for Halloween, it's officially mandatory to get started on my christmas presents. Not just anyone's christmas presents- everyone elses is boring- but my SISTER's. American Girl Doll Clothes. God I need a camera so I could show you what Emma's Christmas Collection looks like so far. Well if youuuu insiiiist I'll describe it. One outfit is like a red/purple/brown/orange striped fabric peasant blouse (hate thT word but I don't have a choice here) and it's skirt is like half purple felt and half purple SPARKLY felt. Another one is a pink and white striped skirt and this navy jacket with this really cool/odd collar. To match this collar's totally ON PURPOSE assymitry I made this actually on purpose assymetric dress. It's really cool. It's this black and white and grey swirl fabric that used to be a curtain found at salvation army and this see through yellow that probably also used to be a curtain two years ago before I got it free from the EHF. I'm going to post a picture of it when I have my dads phone to use as its the only camera in the HOUSE. So you'll probably see it. Eventually. And the last outfit (so far) is a HARRY POTTER WIZARDS ROBE that's taking me a surprisingly long time to make look finished. In the meantime, I'm making a backpack for this Elizabeth/Witch (what would those Loyalists say!?!? Am I in the right time period...?) and also a book of magic with amazing and useful spells like "Alohomora," (whoa, magic!) "Reparo," and "Avada Kevadra." and of course a wand. Maybe a broom if I have time and the will power. In case you havent yet attempted and failed at it (as I have. I have experience failing.) brooms are hard. Seriously.

So yep. I just told you about my sisters Christmas present in great detail. I'm sire this has changed your life forever. Ps. Don't let her read it. I've been so unbelievably ninja she's only realized that I've been stealing her doll... And that I'm making her present... And probably most of what that present looks like... Yeah, I'm a good ninja.

Student Council

We made a student Council blog! Look!! Isn't it awesome?????

Jezt Muss Du Schlafe! Du Kann Nicht Lesen Oder Musik Horen!

Trying to get your siblings to go to bed when your parents are out is a very complicated matter.

And believe it or not, speaking in a language neither of them understand DOESN'T HELP.



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It took a lot of effort on my part to not expand on that sarcasm. Yes, be proud.




[Also, I realized that when German is present I should probably translate to my FRENCH or SPANISH friends (fail, by way) so here: "now you have to sleep! You can't read or listen to music!!" Comment if you want the translations to my fabulous soap opera, despite my warnings to it's horrible atrocity-ness.]