Crap Post

Goodness. Posting has been going slowly decreasing every week. What's going on, you guys? Where's the spark to write and post and blog that we used to have. Even though we're all rather busy, it doesn't mean we can't take a few minutes to write a weensy post. 


My birthday was yesterday! It was very nice. House, Virgil, Lynda, and xiy  decorated my locker (a lot) and I got lovely gifts from family and friends. 
Every year since I was very little, my mom has told me about the story of when I was "boring" (when I was little I got being born and being boring mixed up). My mom told it to me again last night. Isn't weird to think that at some point we used to be little balls of fat that couldn't talk or see very well or think for ourselves and now we're learning college-level material. It really blows me away. 


In my English class, we are studying transcendental-era writing from Walden, Emerson, Thoreau etc. We have a project in which we must give one luxury up and add a beneficial thing to our lives. I gave up eating candy and sweets and junk food (BAD IDEA) and added yoga-type things. I don't wanna do it!!!!


Okay. My tummy hurts. I'm gonna stop now.
That was lame post.
BUT I POSTED.


Momo