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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)

Porridge.

HEllo!


My story was originally going to be longer than it will be, but oh my goodness look at the time! I need to get some sleep so that I will have enough energy to drag my poor dying body out of it's haven of warmth, comfort, and relaxation--the bed. FOR GREEK. Argh. TOo earlllly.


Anyways. Yesterday, my parents were out in the back yard along with my siblings, repaving the lovely stones in our, erm, yard's entrance path-thing. My mom told me to make some porridge (like, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, eh?). I said, obviously, yes. I mean, honestly, manual labor vs. cooking? DUR!


Five minutes after she had left, and I had dug out the bag of porridge flakes/grains/things/dry-stuff/porridge-stuff, I clutched it to me, and realized something.


I didn't know how the heck you make porridge.


Please don't think I'm lacking in necessary life skills. Because, first of all, making porridge is not a necessary life skill. Second of all, I can cook. Sort of. Like, I won't starve if you give me groceries, pots, seasonings, and a stove/oven/microwave to work with (hem, which....I mean, you could always just supply me with the monetary means to get those things...). I'm good a baking. My cakes are lovely.


Back to the story. So I've got a bag of raw (that's what you call it, eh? or is the term 'uncooked'?) porridge in my hands. I went out and asked my mom a...rather humiliating question. "Mom? How do you, er, make porridge, exactly?" She sort of disbelievingly and sarcastically replies, "You add water and turn on the flame" the unspoken "duh" was very much implied. So I went back inside, and I start adding water. I turned on the flame, then realized, heh, I'd forgotten to add the porridge. So I dump a bunch o' the stuff in. It looks fine, I feel like I'm doing this quite well. I turn away, to peel some garlic, and then I hear something. I turn around and--


OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS, it's overflowing!


Ha. So I panic, and completely forget what to do when something is boiling over (to take away the source of heat, dur), and I wave my hands at it, like a magician, frantically yelling, "STOPPIT! PLEASE STOP!!!!" Hey, it works on other chilluns, it should work on porridge. Of course, after a second, I regain my composure and turn off the heat. Works brilliantly. I move the pot to the other stove/heat thing on the stove, and clean up the dirty stove. Now. Repeat this process of overflowing and moving and cleaning 2x.


When the porridge is finally done,  I sit back, and sigh with relief. Gah. Well...now I  know how to make porridge...or, how not to make porridge.


Before I go to sleep, I might as well paste a little section of a chapter of Siri-Poo (my Harry Potter fanfiction, it's Sirius/OC, if you can't tell). xiy, my editor, has not seen this part yet, so...it's new to all!


****


Gail (my OC) looked with confusion at the tankard of some unknown liquid that Sirius had just thrust into her hands.


"Firewhiskey," he explained, raising his own (slightly more full) tankard.


"Eh, you know we're not at the drinking age yet?" Gail asked, a bit wary of the alcoholic beverage in her hand. Sirius shrugged.


"No one'll know, 'sides, we're celebrating!" This last bit was reinforced by a loud shout of 'HURRAH FOR POTTER! BEST CAPTAIN EVER!' signifying that although it was very late, the Gryffindor house was still up and about. Gail tentatively sipped a bit of the Firewhiskey. It burned as it went down her throat, and she started spluttering, trying to make the horrible feeling go away. Sirius laughed, and after gulping down a bit of his own, reached for Gail's.


"Should of known you can't keep down a drink!" he snickered. Gail looked affronted, and promptly grabbed her drink back. This time, she took a long swig of it, and found it was better than it had been the first time. She swallowed another mouthful. Before long, Gail was guzzling down the Firewhiskey with Sirius by her side, wondering how she could have ever disliked it. She voiced this thought to Sirius. Sirius nodded, although, it was more of a sideways swaying of his Firewhiskey imbibed head.


"I like thissstuff! Issgood!"


"Yeah! Fir-furr-feeur...thisstuffff! Issverry...reffree-freez-frushh....rejoo-juuv-jivanahting...er, coOL!"


****


How'd you like it? Good? I hope. :) Fun little part to write. The hangover should be even more fun to write about :D


Hup, well, it's off to bed we go! *whistles* Heigh-ho heigh-ho, it's off to bed I go!.... yup. Need that sleep.


Ack. Greek. House is smart. Y'know why? She didn't take morning classes like...Greek.


Luv, Lynda

one week down, a bajillion to go.

Hello. This has been quite the eventful week. All six of us have survived the beginning of sophomore year! Huzzah! I feel like coming back to school is a little bit easier this year than it was freshman year. Like, it's easier for me to get back into the learning routine, since we sort of already have an idea as to what the teachers expect of us, the layout of the school, etc. Our lovely JV soccer team played our first game of the season this week. We were up at against a really good school, and I kinda expected to lose. The opposing team started off strong, setting up really good passing triangles and attacking us right away in our defending third. After a few minutes of play, they had their first really good shot on goal. Our goalie (she's awesome) dove for the ball, which sailed really nicely into the lower right corner (shooter's view) of the net. A loud *THUNK.* was heard around the field. At first, we thought the ball might have hit one of the posts, but then we saw our goalie facedown on the turf, motionless. omg, our team totally freaked out. It turns out her head struck the goalpost pretty hard. She ended up needing stitches for a nasty cut above her eyebrow. (We ended up losing 0-8.) Since she's obv. going to be taking some time off for recovery, we're not gonna be having her with us for the next couple weeks. Fingers crossed! *thinks* uh, yeah. That's about it. As of now, my life = AP US History, AP Bio, soccer, marching band, coveted naps, and audition music for wind ensemble X.X {oh oh oh and Latin Club's first meeting is this Wednesday! gah exciting.} aghghghhh. okay. sleep time nao. With all due respect, House.

Gahhhh. So. Tired. NeedSleepNow.

But I can't! D: 

I had such a busy day. 4/6 Curly Fries had their first marching band show today. (Yes, I was one of the 4 involved.) It was much fun. However, it was very hot and many of us almost passed out from heat. -.- *Cough cough* Me, myself, and I. *cough* And little freshman like to poke their flip folders and lyres into my spine, even after I turn around and give them dirty looks. *Mumble, mumble* 

It was also my momma's birthday today! :D I plan on celebrating it tomorrow though. Since today I had the football game and then we went my aunt's for ice cream cake and dinner. Mmmmm.... 

Now that I think about it, not much happened today. 
DFTBA! ♥ 

k.bai. 

Smiles, hugs, and lots of love,
Carrie 

hooray for Fridays!

It's the first Friday of school, hooray! We have survived the first week of sophomore year! /applause

Virgil, Momo, and I had a library party today in which we did bio homework. It was fun and peaceful and I got a lot of work done.

We did a lab-thing in biology today involving food coloring, milk, and soap. It was beautiful. The point of it was something to do with the polarity of soap molecules and how they're emulsifying agents and how soap breaks up fats, but the only thing I really understood was the part that the colors were pretty. 8D

Fencing "starts" (meaning that I might just be tempted to go) next week. Some of the scary fencing eleven-year-olds are actually freshmen this year. They're not the particularly scary ones, though. Just the ones who, like, joined halfway last year and aren't very scary at all.


Yeah, I was going to write a depthy post today, but. . . yeah. Sorry for being so lame. ^^;

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Until then, goodbye! 

Again, we are all truly sorry for the lack of depthy posts. Hopefully you don't die of sadness without us.

Love,

Momo (and all the other curly fries, I'm sure)

I hate homewooorrrrrrrkkkkkkkk

I didn't have time to post yesterday so I thought I would make up for it today but then I didn't have any time today either.

It's only the second day of school. 

This year is going to be interesting.