Project Beginnings, the Secret Spot, and Shoes

Wednesday, oh joy. Wednesday club. Not only that, but I got to miss all of school to help out in the preschool. You know, because of the whole HSA thing. It was awesome- I am seriously considering becoming a preschool teacher.

Project beginnings- there are two of them, hence the plural form of ‘beginning.’ The first is not really a project, more of an ongoing thingamabobber. It is something that countless have done before me- record books I want to read. It is titled ‘Books That I Wish To Read Before I Die’ and has about five or six on it so far. More will surely be added, mainly classics that must be classics for a reason that I would like to find out. The second project is one I may have read about somewhere, or perhaps just subconsciously, seeing as I cannot for the life of me recall where I read it. Anyway, it is to collect the signature of everyone I meet. I have started by gathering the signatures of some people I have already met, mainly the Wednesday Club participants and a few family members.

Oh my, how lovely, it has begun to rain even harder than a moment ago. It was raining a smidgen earlier, but promptly stopped.

The Secret Spot- well, somebody jokes whose name is Brittany came to Wednesday Club with us today. She showed us this amazing spot behind the library, where there are a few benches (one of which is a memorial for Craig J. Fritz- while Courtney was sitting on it, Laura cleverly pointed out that Courtney was on the fritz) and such. It is this really lovely place, much nicer than the far-away benches in the front of the library.

Shoes- for a while, I have only had one pair of shoes to wear. Naturally, with time comes wear, which comes with tear- and my green Chucks are fantastic as ever, but they will not be alive forever if I continue to wear them every day of my life. Hence, my idea that I need to get another pair of shoes. There is currently a pair of Dr. Martens in my size on Ebay, which I am hoping my parents will buy for me. You know, because shoes are considered a necessity and all, meaning that my parents would be willing to buy them. I am running out of money and I have yet to find a job. Anyway, these shoes are a tremendously good deal and I really want them. Along with these, I love the most likely aforementioned yellow rain sliders. The auction for them is ending in about a day, and the price has yet to raise significantly. This pair is yet another thing I am hoping my parents will purchase for me. Before it is too late.

Alright, that sounded sketchy.

Blast! I just remembered that I missed a writing assignment in English today- meaning that I will have to make it up. I honestly do not like making things up. Just the thought that I am behind on something- ugh, it makes me shudder.

Laura is going to have a party next week or something! I believe I mentioned this enough already, but I am extraordinarily excited. Plus, I will get to meet the amazing Sabrina! I had a chance to meet her at another party some time ago, but I got sick and was not able to come. Which was utterly dreadful, seeing as I rarely get sick and the sickness just happened to arrive on the day I did not want it to. Then again, I never really want to be sick.

Sorry, I am getting off topic. The number of the day is three thousand two, the holidays are National Memo Day and National Waiters and Waitresses Day, the word of the day is lugubrious, an adjective meaning ‘excessively mournful.’

Laura is a genius.

Sorry, I just keep thinking of how much smarter than me she is.

Oh yeah, I believe my ants have started tunneling! I guess they are extremely slow, because the tunnels so far are very short- still, they are there, sure as day.

Speaking of the ants, I have named one. The one that I always find ‘punching’ the glass. Thank you very much, Laura, for searching the encyclopedia to find out about the physicist (whose name, drumroll please, is Pascal the Curious!).

Hooray, the chicks will arrive tomorrow (or possibly Friday, but I am hoping tomorrow) and the puppy will be picked up from Pennsylvania in a week or two!

Blegh, lately I have been developing a number of habits. One, for instance, is that I find myself pointing at someone when they say something I do not agree with. For example, my mother will tell me that she hopes it is not raining and I will just, all the while keeping a straight face, point right at her. I have not an inkling how this was developed. Another is to say, ‘what do you think this is, a free-for-all?’ whenever anybody… well, actually, whenever. My mother has nearly forbidden me to say it, I have been saying it so often. Again, I have no idea why I have begun to do so.

…and we whispered the secrets of our brains.

Good night, everybody.

EDIT AN HOUR OR TWO LATER: Oh my goodness, I guess I was so excited about this that it completely slipped my mind- right now I share a room with two sisters, Clara and Emma, though I have wanted my own room for a long time.  Well, my parents are seriously considering putting walls up in the huge sunroom we have in our house and making two bedrooms.  Since Jake and I are the oldest, we would get to each have one!!!  I am so excited about this, so monstrously excited.  I have said that a billion times about other things, but I truly cannot wait for this to happen (which I am hoping it does).  My goodness, my own room would be amazing.  I could… paint the walls fantastic colors, and put bookshelves everywhere, and have a loft bed with a desk underneath it and… my goodness, there are so many amazing possibilities! 

Alright, end of edit, good night for real now.

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One Response to “Project Beginnings, the Secret Spot, and Shoes”

  1. Laura Says:

    Ha, thanks for calling me a genius. That really boosts my self-esteem.

    That ant sounds so epic…

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