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.