HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!!!

Today was my mommy's birthday. So...HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAREST MOMMY!

*cough* so...yeah.

The weather's getting cold, eh? I'm going to have to use blankets soon.

Oh, and, uh, I've put in a thingy (HTML code) where the blog automatically plays music when you go to the page...so, if you don't like it, just scroll down, and there is a pause button on the left. Just click it. The song is "Gotta Get Back to Hogwarts" by Starkid for those of you people who don't know. Catchy song. Uhm, just a little note: THE SONG USES EXPLETIVES (like, in the middle). VIEWER LISTENER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Uhm...so...our APUSH essay results came (at least, Virgil, xiy, and mine)...and...I really don't like mine. I hate it, in fact. But that's all I'm going to say on that topic, because it irritates me to think about it. 

So the theme (are we still doing that?) is sort of like, writings from our young days? Eh, here's my story, lovingly penned in purple gel pen--my 'lucky pen', in my diary. I'll just type it up for y'all, eh? It's copied word for word, without any additional editing. So...xiy, beware, there's like, a ton of comma things that you'll cringe at (more so than my current comma problem :)).

Ellian Genine

Once upon a time there was a princess who loved a prince but her father would not allow it. 

"BUT FATHER I love him!" 

"NO!" Knock Knock

"Your Magesty . You have a message from King Hall and Queen Senia."

"You are invited to dinner." So when King Genine (her father) left she sneaked off with her beloved and got married. King Genine was actually quite happy!

"I love you" was what Ellian told Mike her husband.

THE END

lol. I have no idea what the point of the story was. I don't understand why King Genine is suddenly okay with the whole thing. I also don't like the name "Mike" much. That's funny that I used it, because (can you tell?) I tend to come up with unique and bizarre and exotic-ish names for my characters. Eh. I definitely wasn't a good writer in 2005. Yes, I know the exact date, it's part of a diary entry. Shall I write the rest of the entry? It's rather rude. I feel like I should have a talk with my younger self about manners...but then, it is a diary (which I actually update, occasionally--though for a while, I had a text file for my diary. I password locked it, and then typed diary entries. I believe Momo tried to hack it at one point...didn't work though).

CONTINUATION OF LYNDA'S DIARY ENTRY on MARCH 9th, 2005:

Well I should tell you: Mrs. M (abbreviation of her name) is our (one of) lunch ade, she is fat and mean she won't even let us play with dirt! I hate her! Any way tomorrow is a test so, bye!

Love, Me

Oh...I had such a lovely little heart, so filled with childish anger and hatred of people who didn't let me do what I wanted. I think that lunch aide didn't want us (Momo, xiy, and me (and...House? I don't remember...) to play in the bushes, and we wanted to make little elf forts. Those were the days...we had recess back then...*sigh*

Well, g'night. Tomorrow is Greek >.< I get to review about more stuff I don't remember in the slightest. *half-hearted cheer* yay!

Luv, Lynda

When We Were Young (pt. 1)

Hello!!

It's Thursday! I had a lovely day today; in Bio, we are learning sooo much (and it's interesting) and in math we took a quiz that got interrupted by a fire drill that we get to finish tomorrow; I learned that in English class every Friday we get to have free reading time; we (the 6LCF) are having a book club with our old English teacher next week; I went "fencing" with Virgil; I had a great clarinet lesson; and I had basically only APUSH homework!

After reading Virgil's post and seeing xiy's comment about a theme week I thought we should have another "when we were young" theme. I guess I'll just continue it [this is rather impromptu so I don't know if everyone is willing/able to do this]. 

I found this old journal where I wrote stories (most about fairies, elves, etc.) from when I was 9. The writing quality is not nearly as good as Virgil's was but...yeah. Okay. 

Here it is.

Melodine's Elves

Once upon a time there was a young girl who was very lonely. She lived in a cottage in the woods with her mother and father. There was no on to play with because her kind father worked at a shoe shop and her loveing mother worked on sewing clothes for her family. [That obviously explains why she's lonely...]

So every day young Melodine played in a place where 20 trees grew in a circle. It made a fine play area for her. She would play house with a doll her mother had sewn out of extra cloth and cotton. Sadly house got boring and Melodine wanted to go somewhere other than the circle of trees.

So young Melodine made up her mind to go and explore. The next day Melodine put a buttered roll, a tin cup (in which she would put water) and tied it up in a hankercheif and hung it on a stick and set out to see the woods ahead of her.

After quite some wandering Melodine sat down next to a tree and drank her water and ate her roll. When she finished she started to walk again. A few minutes later she saw something quite peculiar, it was a small group of tiny houses.

TO BE CONTINUED WHEN I AM NOT AS TIRED... (this was all handwritten and really sloppy and omg....)

I'll finish later, I swear!

Momo

it's-a-tuesday-and-i-almost-forgot-to-post-again-BUT-I-DIDN'T-FORGET

Hello, folks!

School is going quite swimmingly so far. Hooray! The best parts of my day today were mostly sightings. 

1. The Ms. PoPo sighting, which occurred before lunch. (In her natural habitat - the classroom!)

2. The House/EZ sighting, which occurred before ninth period.  (awwww)

3. I sighted a Carrie after school today!! She was kind of far away and I'm not sure if she sighted me too, but the moment definitely brightened my day. Hooray!! 

Since I have no time, today's entertainment will be a dive into the past. I'm going to go through the oldest documents in my "Virgil" folder and show them to you here. (It's actually titled as my real name, since I've been using it since I was like eight. I wasn't called Virgil back then...)

Okay. Ready? *clicks "sort by date modified," scrolls all the way down*


Oldest Document: Titled "Feelings" - Date last modified: June 8, 2005 (I was eight years old.)
This document is comprised of not words, but pictures, more specifically the crappy shapes which can be found on Word 2003, filled with all those lovely "present fill effects." It's got a heart, two stars, a sun, and a moon. 


Number 2: Titled "Rainbow" - Date last modified: June 9, 2005
This one is similar to "Feelings," above. My feelings are a rainbow. This must mean something. 

Number 3: Titled "Beauty" - Date last modified: August 29, 2005 (I'm nine now!!!)
This one is basically the same as the other two. Again, mostly hearts, stars, and suns, filled with wonderful fill effects.

Number 4: Titled "[Virgil's] Favorites" - Date last modified: January 4, 2006
Quoth:

color-purple

place-Bahamas

food-strawberry

animal-dolphin

movie-Pirates of the Caribbean

holiday-Christmas

Those were the colors and everything. Don't I have such an artistic eye? 

Number 5: Title: "stone soup almost final copy" - Date last modified: February 6, 2006
This is going to be the last one, since it's quite long. IT'S BASICALLY NOVEL LENGTH.
I haven't looked at this in years.... I submitted this to the kids' writing magazine, Stone Soup, and it got rejected because I suck at writing. Hehe.
The actual title is "A Crystal in the Darkness" - I hope you enjoy!! 

Oh god I can't believe I'm putting this on the internet. 

Here it goes....
(Since it's absolutely NOVEL LENGTH, I put in a page break.)
(Just think about this for a moment. You're about to enter the mind of nine-year-old-Virgil. I haven't changed anything in the writing since 2006. O.o ) 
(Consider yourselves lucky)
(This'll be like a collectors' item someday)

Happy 9th Birthday, Virgil!!

I was a very strange eight-year-old, but I think that I got even stranger when I turned nine. Here is my diary entry for my ninth birthday.

Happy Bday to Me!
Thursday, June 30, 2005 <3 <3 <3 

Dear Bonnie the Bunny, (that's what I named my journal don't judge!!)
I an nine years old! I can't believe it! Well, all of the news is good. The party was fun, for guests. For me it was horrible. (Cue the preteen angst) When we went in the pool, nobody would let me play with them. The cake was delicious... not! Well, at least I got really good presents. [insert crush's name here] got me a dolphin mobile! I counted, and I have fifty-five dollars worth of certificates, checks, and gift cards!


Sincerely,
Dolphin Girl (Yes, that is how I signed off every journal entry. Stop judging.) 


P.S. I'm going to New Jersey tomorrow!! 


Most of the entries are basically like this. I titled every one of them (titles like "Off to the Library!" and "Lemonade Stand!"
 Not only did I whine about my day, but I also planned future novels. Here is an outline for a future bestseller called "Puppy Love."

Puppy Love

Summary
A family decides to adopt a puppy. Puppy grows up. Dog gets fats, too slow. Dog sadly gets run over by a car. Little girl saves the puppies that were in the middle of being delivered when the car hit. 


I'm not sure why a pregnant dog in the middle of labor would be in the street, but yeah, that's the story. 

This is the entry that I wrote after I first started reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. It's a few days after the release date because we had only ordered one copy so I had to let my older sister read it first. (When the seventh one came on, we ordered two copies so I wouldn't have to go through that kind of torture again.)

Disaster

Wednesday, July 20, 2005 <3 <3 <3

Dear Bonnie the Bunny,

Today was  filled with disaster. Not a big disaster, just lots of little ones. Like the power going on and off, the air conditioning not working, things like that. Well, Carol finished Harry Potter, so I started reading it. I also finished my needlepoint. I have already started to work on the one that I got yesterday, it has a really cute baby leopard on it.

Sincerely,

Dolphin Girl (Stop judging!!! Stop!!!)

Okay, I'll stop embarrassing myself now. Bye. 

Peace,
Virgil 

Sorry to Ruin the Winter Cheer

I noticed that xiy has posted the winter holidays banner...it made me feel slightly guilty that I'm completely not feeling the happiness. Why? Because

TODAY IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE

Yes. That's why.

Let me start off my story (my, lotsa stories there's been) with an explanation: Yesterday, it snowed so bloody much, I thought there was gonna be a *SNOW DAY* today.

A corner of our backyard. With a wisteria.

Ha! My face is pixelated. I love playing with Photoshop. Me+fence door+lights

 

 

As you can see, it was pretty...I was happy yesterday... Anyways, so I really was hoping for a snow day...but today, not a snow day got progressively worse.

*#*#*

EVENTS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER:

1. I wake up at 7:50. School starts in 10 minutes. I panic, rush out of bed, brush teeth, throw on clothes, rush out door.

2. Forgot lunch, run back in, get lunch.

3. Forgot keys, run back in, get keys.

4. Rush to school, see xiy's dad point to indicate xiy is long gone...DUH. This irritates me as I am still in a sleepy/panicky stupor.

5. Goes to 1st period. Math. Takes math test. Fails math test. (I'm not even kidding. Math teacher calls me up after 10 minutes of grading, asks, "What happened?" I've gotten all the problems on the last page: WRONG)

6. Goes to 2nd period. French. Gets told that store project thingy is next week...Is irritated

7.Goes to 3rd period. Global Studies. Does stupid worksheets in stupid class filled with stupid people who ask stupid questions and can't answer any other way but stupidly to stupid crossword puzzles. 

          Where was the first atomic bomb dropped in Japan? Stupid Person: Uhhh...Tokyo? Me: NO. Stupid   

          Person: Shanghai? Me: THAT'S IN CHINA YOU STUPID PERSON!!!

          What happened to the US in the Pacific that caused the US to declare war on Japan? Stupid Person: 

          Uhmmm...WWII? Me: NO. Stupid Person: They shot the president? Me: NO. Stupid Person: The  

          D-Day Invasion? Me: NO YOU STUPID PERSON, THAT WAS IN NORMANDY!!!!

8. Goes to 4-5th period. Orchestra. Director informs everyone that the trip to France picture is being taken today. Wear black. (I'm wearing bright purple with white stripes)

9. Goes to lunch. *sigh* peace...

10. Goes to 7-8th period. Science. Idiot teacher TinRabbit tells everyone: "That super-huge-outline-you-stayed-up-the-whole-night-finishing-and-then-failed-your-math-test-because-of? It's not due until tomorrow."

11. Goes to 9th period. English. Nothing, really...

12. Goes to 10th period. Gym. Gets picked to be on a stereotypical black ppl team. Rowdy, cussing, competitive, thinks Asians are useless. Gets pushed around by a fat bitch on said team. Screamed at by team captain: Arrogant, stupid, obnoxious, skinny-jean-wearing, ugly-butt, disgusting, stinky brat (boy). "You just standin' there lookin' retarded!" Loses to all other teams. Loses the Win-a-Popsicle round. Doesn't get popsicle for 4th day in a row.

13. Goes to crew practice. Dies of exhaustion. But fun. :)

14. Goes home. Freezing. Turns on heater.

15. Parents come home. Dad still giving silent treatment.

16. Eat dinner. After dinner, dad yells about how I should just quit the Middle School Science Olympiad team cuz I don't practice. Also cuz the teachers had high expectations, thought I was good enough to come back and help. Dad says that I should tell them I quit because I'm not good enough. I suck. I suck at life, I suck at school, I suck at not being fat as a pig for slaughter, I suck at running, I suck at crew, I suck at committing to things, I suck at this, I suck at that..etc.

17. Goes upstairs, feeling very, very, very depressed, angry, sad, hurt...etc. Mom yells at me for talking to her funny(I didn't), tells me to go downstairs and make brownies for my dad. I ask why, she yells at me for being nosy...?

18. End of the day...If all of my wishes had come true for today, a lot of people would be dead or tortured.

19. Writes post...goes over day...feel awful.

*#*#*

 More pictures from yesterday! (trying to force myself to be happy here)

Another look..See the specks of snow on the camera lens?

My hand is on the ground. You can barely see the top of the snow!

*#*#*

THEME WEEK!

YAY! It's another theme week! (Oh gosh, my posts become so long)

Here's a story in my diary that I wrote on March 9th when I was in 3rd grade...Yes. I know the date. I wrote it in my diary...

Copied exactly, no changes at all:

Story (Cindellian*

                           Ellian Genine**

Once upon a time there was a princess who loved a prince but her father would not allow it. "BUT FATHER I love him!" "NO!" Knock Knock "Your Magessty.*** You have a message From King Hall and Queen Senia." "You are invited to dinner." So when King Genine (her father) left she sneaked off with her beloved and got married. King Genine was actually quite happy! "I love You" was what Ellian told Mike her husband.

The End

*This was completely scribbled out with purple gelpen

**This was written approximately in that place relative to the title in purple gelpen

***The extra "s" was scribbled out.

The purple stuff is where I started to write in purple ink. The gray is when I wrote with pencil...

Hope you enjoyed my professionally written story!

Luv, Lynda

P.S. Greek tomorrow....*groan*

[Enter Title Here]

Hiya!

Well, today has been just wonderful. :D

^Yes, I'm being serious. No sarcasm there, folks!

What has made my day so wonderful, you ask? Well then, I must tell you... in song! Lawls. JK!

Anyway, yeah, story time!

It was a beautiful Wednesday morning. I woke up bright and happy at the loving hour of 6 AM and went to go take a shower... -Fast forward some time- In band, we actually got a chance to run down our hardest song and it actually sounded pretty legitimate. Which is good since our concert is on Monday. Yay. (Momo knows what I mean, she was there.)

During second period, which is German, I finally took my spoken exam and, what I believe, went incredibly well. Yay. While we were taking notes on Familie Vocabulary, I somehow ended up, quite literally, sharing a desk with one of my class buddies. How about we call him Kuddles*? Yes, I was sharing a desk with Kuddles and Herr didn't care. :) I mean, we were taking notes and all but it was just on the same desk and we were sitting in the same desk-chair combination thing that teachers refer to as our "learning positions". And Kuddles kept tickling me. I almost fell off the desk-chair combination that we were sharing.

Did that last part make you giggle/laugh? ;)

In global studies (Aka, third period) We had a sub, and Momo will also agree with me, which was quite nice as compared to our regular teacher. *Slight shiver* I mean, she's not HORRENDOUS. I just don't really favor her on a regular basis. Anyway, we actually got our assignment done and all was well. Yay.

Yes, I do realize that I'm running you through my day.

During fourth/fifth period, I had geometry. Nothing special, just geometry. Although, I got a C+ on my test... Oops. Okay, moving on...

Sixth/seventh period was science. The first half of class we just did our daily quiz and finished up our worksheet. The second half of class, our teacher had to leave and we watched a terrible video which luckily ended just as class did.

Eighth period was lunch. Noms. :) I had a very good lunch and received my [almost] daily piece of gum from the kid behind/next to me.

Ninth period was English. I think that all of the curly fries (except House) will agree with me that English was, in a way, rather enjoyable/entertaining. Tenth period was gym. Gym means volleyball. Actually, it wasn't all that bad today. Lynda, what did you think of it?

And of course, I had to walk home. In the snow. All, what seems to be now, at least 1 foot of it. Probably over 1 foot of snow within less than 24 hours. And I had to walk home in it. None of the sidewalks were shoveled. It was bad. In fact, there was so much snow that I was able to make a list, a *list*, describing how much snow there was. Yeah, not fun.

So how was your day?

DFTBA!♥

Smiles, hugs, and lots of love,

Carrie

*Kuddles was my nickname for this kid back in, like, 8th grade? So, yeah. 

Woah, woah, woah. There was a theme week??? should I add the tags even though I didn't really... do a theme week post???  o.O

So It's a New Theme Week, Yes?

Hiiiiiiii.

It's theme week, but I would first like to bring up another completely unrelated topic.

TODAY IS THE ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF HOUSE AND EZ!

If you don't know, EZ is House's boyfriend, and they have been going out now for a year, hence the 'one-year anniversary' thing. I'm no judge of these sorts of things, but apparently they are incredibly cute together.

Here is a hurriedly-done planner-drawing that I drew in honor of the occasion:

[taken from my webcam, so it's a bit fuzzy; sorry]

Happy anniversary, guys. ♥

--

Now for the theme week goodness. 

I couldn't find my third-grade journal (it's somewhere in the house, and I know it's somewhere in the house because I read it over the summer, but now I can't find it), so today I shall be presenting my fourth-grade language arts notebook. It's not quite the same thing, but I hope you enjoy.

Notes: Okay, so I was really trying to be funny when I wrote this. I barely remember the actual writing process itself, but I do remember drawing a very nice accompaniment picture (I was particularly proud of my depiction of the clown's neck-ruff, I believe).

Here it is:

The Circus* Clowns

        One day, Bert the Clown was trying to sell a car for a million dollars and nintey-nine cents. The care was VERY beat up. There was almost no** paint on it. Still, Bert thought that $1,000,000.99 was a good price for a beat-up car.

        His friend, Rubber, was trying to convince him to lower the price. Bert wouldn't listen. Rubber was getting pretty exasperated by this time, and he said, "Why don't you just listen to me for once? Can't you even lower the price to a million dollars and fifty cents?!?" Bert didn't want to upset his friend, so he lowered the price to $1,000,000.50.

        A clown called Mr. Waldon was walking by. Bert jumped up and said to Mr. Waldon, "How would you like to own a car for only a million dollars and 50 cents*** plus tax? It's a really good deal for a really good price!." Rubber slapped his forehead. "You didn't tell me there was tax! Isn't $1,000,000.50 enough?!? You still want tax?!?!?" he shouted. Bert said innocently, "Of course I do. It's only $100 more. Anyway, I'll get so many customers, you're be jealous!" By this time, Mr. Waldon had left, disgusted by the price plus tax (in case you're bad at math, the total price was 1,000,100.50. Who'd buy a beat-up car for such a price?). By the end of the day, Bert hadn't made a single cent. Feeling embarassed, he apologized to Rubber.

THE END

*I'm unsure as to why 'Circus' is crossed out; I guess it's because this story has nothing to do with circuses.

**Originally double-underlined (I must have felt that the car's lack of paint was something that needed extra emphasis).

***Originally '50 [insert cents symbol here],' but I was too lazy to find the correct Alt+number combination to produce one.

Besides the two changes noted in ** and ***, the story has otherwise been left alone in terms of grammar, spelling, and formatting.

I can't believe that my fourth-grade mind thought that his was funny and worth writing about. Sigh.

**NOTES FOR THE CURLY FRIES:

a) the tags for this week are 'when we were young' and 'theme week.' Don't forget the tags! (Momo, I already tagged your post accordingly.)

b) Could we possibly extend this theme week to two weeks? I've got a lot of stuff I want to share, but I don't want to post a giant monster post. If not, that's also fine. :)

 

I Can't Think of a Title

Today was a wonderful  Monday for me. 1st came the fact that we had early dismissal (always a bonus), there was a fight outside of our Latin class and our possibly-idk-if-it's-chub-or-maybe-she-really-is-pregnant Latin teacher went and saved the day and it was epic. Also, in band, we didn't sound as awful as we have been sounding, we had a sub in history which means no tyrannical teacher for a day, I had only a little homework, aaaand in addition to all that: 9 DAYS UNTIL WINTER BREAK!!! Woot!! Also, my grandma (haha, accidentally wrote grandmomo the first time) sent, like, a BAGILLION German cookies and they're delightful. There is also snow on the ground and it still hasn't gotten driven over enough to look disgusting. I also got all my homework done before fencing.At fencing, only 8 people were there (Lynda came and watched us because, as I'm sure she'll scream in the comments, CREW WAS CANCELED!!!!!). Aaah. It was a good day. Oh, I also forgot, Virgil bought me the funniest book called Lamb and I love it so much. 

I think that was sufficient joyful ZOMG-ing for the day and now onto the main subject of my post: My Third Grade Journal. On Saturday my mom made me clean (ew) and I found my school journal from third grade. I thought I would start putting little excerpts in my posts. So, without any spelling or grammatical changes, here is a bit of my third grade mind*:  

3 Ways To Trick Your Mom 10-25-04

1. Set her alarm clock to 9:00 and when she wakes up go through a normal morning until she sees the time. Then say you forgot to brush your teeth and grab some toothpaste and stick it in your moms shoe with the top off.

2. Make a paper spider and put it on your ceiling and start to scream and when your mom comes to get it just say all is well.

3. When your mom is asleep dip her hand in warm water (she might go to the bathroom!)

Stay tuned next week for Garbage Can!

Secret Message: I was so annoying when I was little!

-Momo

*The cover says, Momo loves to write! Please read now! Then, Don't Read this Journal! Do Not Write in me!...?