Posts Tagged ‘book’

“I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.” -Socrates

June 14, 2008

I went to bed earlier than I would have last night because I wanted to wake up earlier than usual today. Unfortunately, this verbose plan did not work. For some reason, I ended up waking up at 1:19. Pm, not am, meaning I woke up much later than usual instead. This meant that I did not do much today and am hoping I can think of something to write about that will fulfill my daily quota. Hmm…

There is this perfume I really want for my birthday or whatever. Normally, I hate perfumes, but this company is fittingly called I Hate Perfumes, so I will make an exception. All of the scents for sale sound lovely, but the one I really would like is titled “In the Library.” It is the scent of old books, a smell which I love. I am also still hung up on the orange sunglasses I wanted long ago. If only I could find a job and buy such lovely things.

Today I downloaded a free full version of Bejeweled, simply because I have nothing to do. It is not as fun and/or addicting as I have heard it is, unfortunately. I could use an addicting game to pass the time sometimes.

Today I also finished reading The Nazi Officer’s Wife. It became sad, as all Holocaust stories are, but it was not tremendously sad as I had anticipated. It is a sort of good-for-them-they-survived sort of sadness. Like, sad for all that happened to them but also appreciative of the fact that the things did not happen to you.

I am trying to work on learning to type correctly. I can type rather fast as it is, but I do not type correctly with my fingers on all of the correct keys. I tend to use my ring fingers to type all of the letters other than the space bar which is given to my right thumb and the side keys which are given to my pinky fingers. It does not look very professional, though, and I like to look professional even if there is not a logical reason to be so. So, in the end, I am trying out Mavis Beacon. It is not working very well so far, as I like playing the games much more than the actual typing lessons. Plus, I just end up typing my usual way in the end. I guess it does not really matter what way I type as long as I do.

Anybody have any interesting websites I could pass the time looking at? I often end up looking at and doing random flickr searches, but any other ideas? I like to look at random pictures.

Hey, maybe I will make something. I will have to think about what to make, though…

Oh gee, I wish I could find some film somewhere for my polaroid camera. I think they have stopped producing it, though, so it is super expensive on ebay and such. I wonder if it is the same with izone camera film…

I just remembered something Laura told us about yesterday- ordering books per foot from Wonderbooks. We were contemplating buying a foot of books and seeing what we ended up with. I just checked on their website and a foot of books (when buying under sixteen feet of books) costs $11.99. Apparently, one foot of books is about 10-12 books. What an excellent deal- that is only about a dollar a book! I wonder what books we would end up with- I will have to try this sometime, once I get some money… ugh, again with the need for a job. I could do so many things if I only had some money… that sounds really materialistic, but it really is true. Most things cost money, and if I had some then I would be able to get books… and book-scented perfume… and orange sunglasses.

Another thing I remember we were talking about yesterday- a road trip. Laura said she would like to, and I have been wanting to for a while as well, go on a road trip. It would not really matter to me where we went, but anywhere wold be nice to go. Just imagine how fun and how many memories would be made from a road trip… and to get away from anybody and anyplace you know for a while, it would be so wonderful…

Oh, and I would like a set of encyclopedias… blegh, I sound terribly materialistic once again…

I am now going to go and make something. I will mention what it is tomorrow if it is interesting and works out nicely. Maybe I will even post pictures if I like what I make.


P.S. I am nearing my hundredth post! Only four more to go.

P.P.S. A storm has partly happened and I think there may be more to come.

Surprise, surprise, I actually had plans today!

June 14, 2008

I woke up at about 7:30 am and then did not much of anything for a while. Valerie’s mother picked me up at around 10 am, and we (along with Sarah [and Valerie, of course]) drove over to the middle school to give cards to Ms. Olow for her retirement. For some reason, they would not let us inside the school to see her. Well, they let us in, but then the main office woman told us that there was a new rule and no high schoolers were allowed in the school on the last day and that if we wanted to see Ms. Olow we would have to come back after 3 pm, when the students would not be there. This, of course, was ridiculous. Valerie’s mom had already left and had forgotten her cellphone at home, so we called her dad, who then called the house phone once her mom got home and she then came to pick us up. When she arrived, we told her what had happened and she was really angry. She said that she is going to write an email to the school or something. She went inside and spoke to the main office woman, who revised the time we could come to 1 pm, when school would actually end (being a half day and all). There was really no use in driving everybody home only to drive back out again at 1 pm, so we drove over to Sarah’s house and stayed there and played Mario Kart on Nintendo Wii as well as made dinosaur-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches until it was time to go back to the school, upon which Valerie’s mom came back to bring us. We arrived just as the first buses were leaving. The teachers were blowing bubbles and the kids were actually excited about summer, unlike the high schoolers on their last day. Ms. Olow was very happy to see us, commenting on how much taller we were and how we were still her favorite class. It was marvelous. Then we left and Valerie’s mother brought each of us home.

Once I got home, there was about an hour or an hour-and-a-half until the next activity: Courtney’s birthday surprise party. I did not mention this on here in case she read it, in case you were wondering. How the party worked was this- her mother arranged it. She told Courtney she had to run a few errands, and then picked us up and drove us to her house where Courtney came upstairs and gave her her presents and said surprise. I got her an Urban Myth game and some fun size twix bars, Valerie, got her a CD (I think it may have been of a band called “The Cat Empire”) and Laura got her a book whose title has slipped my mind.

We played go fish, war, and the beginning of a game called BS. Then we went to the movies.

We were originally going to be seeing The Happening, but my parents will not allow me to see R-rated movies (I was quite upset about this for a while, but now that I have long since calmed down I see the validity of their complaints) so we did not. Nobody knew what to see, so Valerie suggested we see something like, Don’t Mess With the Zohan. Yeah, I think that is what it was called. Unfortunately, that was a bad choice. The movie was so ridiculously bad that it was unbelievable. Nearly every line made me cringe, what with all of the stereotypes, clichPs, and terrible jokes (as Laura put it so eloquently) within it. There was so much… ugh-ness. It was so bad that it actually ended up being sort of funny.

We got a huge thing of popcorn because Courtney wanted to have the bucket. Apparently, she had never had a bucket of her own before. Valerie and I got cherry icees and Laura and Courtney got bottles of water as well.

After the horrible movie, we (Courtney mainly, considering she was first asked to decide) chose to go to a Chinese food place for dinner. There, we got chicken fried rice, steamed rice, sweet and sour pork, and General Tso’s chicken. All were delicious.

All in all, a magnificent day. One with actual things to do, no less.

Anyway, good night good night good night! I am going to finish The Nazi Officer’s Wife and then some other thing/s.

I do not know whether to be happy or sad.

June 5, 2008

Yeah, I am feeling kind of lousy right now… yet, simultaneously, this has been an amazing day. I am sort of confused. List format, because it will make it easier to explain everything.

[1]So, my older brother decided that he is not going back to Goucher next year. Instead, he is going to get a job and buy a car so that he can drive up to the community college, which is about a half hour away, I think. Though, given the events lately, I am not so sure he actually wants to do this. I think he is only doing this to go along with what my parents want him to do. I guess because they did not get opportunities to finish college and all, they are making sure that we are able to. They just want the best for us, and that is understandable… still, you should hear some of the things they tell Jake- they said he could not go on tour with his band in July, for some reason or another. They said that if he does not get a job by the end of the month… I do not know the consequence- they never finished saying it. All, to which Jake responded with valid claims. And, I mean, really- he is eighteen years old, nineteen in a few months. They told him that if he goes on tour with his band (only for a week or two) then he is throwing away his future. And, honestly, I see no way that touring would throw away his future at all. My parents, however, are very opinionated. Jake is, too, so naturally they get into some pretty awful fights. Pretty much my entire family is tremendously stubborn, so that does not help either. I just do not know… I mean, it is his life, and they cannot really tell him what he has to do anymore. Still, Jake told them that he does not have to live in our house- he could move in with a friend. My parents had all sorts of counter-comments to this, and, honestly, I hope he does not leave here. I am pretty much alone in my house with a lot of my views, and Jake knows a lot of things about them and other things. Even though we barely talk, just having him in the house is more comforting, somehow. He does what he wants to do, he does not care what other people think, and I admire him for that. He is just… such an amazing person, and I hope he does not get into a even more major fight with our parents and do something dumb like… I do not know, never stay in touch or something. That would be awful. I basically just hope he does something he likes and has a good life with whatever he ends up doing.

[2]Wednesday Club was today- we were originally going to make giant Tetris pieces like I mentioned yesterday, but for some reason we did not. There were other things to talk about, and we ran out of time, and there is plenty of time to make giant Tetris pieces. Perhaps I will make them tomorrow (There will be no school because of the Senior graduation- all of the teachers will be at it, therefore defeating the purpose of going to school in order to learn.) and then bring them to next Wednesday Club, the very last one of the year. That is, unless we end up doing something over the summer or something.

[3]There was/is a huge storm today. We went into Giant and it had started to drizzle a teensy bit, and a few minutes before we went out to walk next door to the library, there was this huge gust of wind. The automatic doors blew open and they had to turn the automatic thing off and people had to push them open like in the days before automatic doors. It was pouring rain like crazy, but it stopped soon thereafter. One of those freak storms, I guess.

[4]During Wednesday Club, we spoke a lot about our futures and classes and such. I do not particularly like these talks, because I always end up second-guessing my future and what I want to do with college and the rest of high school and all. I think I will end up being a preschool or kindergarten teacher, but I really do not know. I would also like to be a writer, and own a used bookstore, and plenty of other things. I guess that sets the average amount of jobs one has in their lifetime- according to Schoder, it is three.

[5]I read more of Verbatim today. It is getting to be rather interesting. In English, we got a new book called Night. It is the true story of a man living during the Holocaust. Even on the first page, I nearly started crying. It is such a depressing book.

The holidays are Applesauce Cake Day and Hug Your Cat Day. The number of the day is eighty-five and the word of the day is verbicide (a deliberate distortion of a word [as through punning- I am guilty of that many times over]).

Now, I am going to attempt to write a long-postponed continuation of Numbers Oppenheimer’s story. It is partly inspired by somebody outside of Giant today who was carrying loads of balloons. Here it goes…

After a swift and clean escape (in Numbers’ book, that meant that nobody had died- a few bones were broken, but they were in a hospital, after all), Numbers grabbed his fedora off of the hospital coat hook and was well on his way to his destination.

The supermarket was not too far away, and after sniping some kid’s electric scooter (It was really rather easy to intimidate somebody when you had a cane like Numbers) it was even simpler to get there. Upon arriving, Numbers scoured the parking lot for an ideal victim- somebody who was not too strong as well as not likely to know somebody involved in the law. That meant no cousins of police officers or nephews or nieces of lawyers. Unfortunately, that cut out quite a lot of people, but there were always plenty of people carrying balloons.

Numbers noticed somebody who was the perfect fit- a twenty or thirtyish guy with a crew cut, carrying about a dozen voluminous helium-filled balloons. They were of various colors; red, orange, and blue among them. “Too bad there are no chartreuse-colored balloons,” Numbers thought, but he knew that the ones in view would have to do. After all, it is never wise to be too picky when you are trying something risky involving balloons.

Numbers made his way, deliberately slower than usual, over to the young man. “Excuse me, Sonny,” he said rather creakily. “Could I have a word with you?”

The young man looked to his left and his right to make sure Numbers was speaking to him, and then he nodded. “Sure thing,” he said in an agreeable voice (at least as agreeable as one can be when randomly spoken to by a man with long purple hair). “What can I do for you?”

“I am doing a survey on balloons,” said Numbers. Always such a good improviser, that old man was. “And I was wondering if I could ask you a question about your balloons.”

The young man thought for a moment. “That sounds simple enough,” he replied.

“Sure it does,” Numbers thought with a smirk. “The question is as follows: What does a balloon look like when it is popped?”

“That is a tough one,” the man said as he scratched his head. “I cannot say that I have an answer for that.”

Numbers smiled secretly and pulled a thin, nearly invisible needle out of his fedora.


The sound ricocheted off of the young man’s ears. He looked at Numbers in surprise, his mouth open in awe.

Numbers grinned. “Now you do.” And he was gone.


Wow, how nice and long this post is.

Good night now.

“And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.” -Plato

June 4, 2008

Thanks to Laura and a few other people and events, I am feeling much better and less stressed out today. For one, my aunt Megan and her fourteen month old daughter, my cousin, Vita came over this evening. Vita is absolutely adorable. Additionally, my uncle Ray came over from North Carolina on a business trip. He is one crazy cat. I wish I had red hair like he does, but unfortunately we are not related by blood. He is actually my step-uncle. Anyway, on to more pressing matters…

There are only six or seven days left of school. I have no comments about that that I have not already said before.

Boy, what joy, tomorrow is Wednesday Club! I am hoping we will be able to make giant Tetris blocks and film them for the project mentioned on vlogbrothers. It is at, in case you have not yet seen the video.

Now, as for the main part of today (in the list format I have grown to love)-

[1]My older brother (along with, partly, my father) is being truly infuriating. He was actually reading this over my shoulder… I mean, what nerve to do that. I always thought he was a trustworthy sort of person, but I guess not as much as I thought. Other than this, he has been asking me these questions… for example, my welovecolors socks have to be hand-washed in a sink. The main bathroom’s sink is almost always in use, meanwhile my parents’ bathroom sink rarely is. So, naturally, I used that sink to wash my socks in this evening. My father yelled at me for doing so, and said I can never wash them in there again. You know, because it is cool to be possessive of a bathroom you barely use. Anyway, so my father comes in the room while I am typing this and does the yelling thing, to which I reply that if I cannot wash them in his bathroom, then I will not be able to wash them at all. He mumbles something unintelligently and leaves the room. Jake immediately gets all in on the situation: he asks me why I need to wash the socks. I tell him I want them to be clean or they will be dirty (obviously) and he asks me who says that they need to be clean, and I say that I do. He has lately been asking such questions.

[2]My grandmother acts like such a phony sometimes. Today, when Uncle Ray came over (he is her son), she decided that she would act like she always helps us with everything- calling us ‘sweetie’ and cooking dinner (which she never does)- the whole entire caboodle. Meanwhile, she usually does pretty much nothing all day. It is annoying, how people put on false faces when different people are around them.

[3]I did a lot of my Child Development portfolio today, both in class and at home. Now, I am confident that I am on schedule (possibly ahead of it) and will finish with time to spare- unlike yesterday, when I was, as I believe I put it, ‘truly overwhelmed,’ or something like that.

[4]In Gym today, we took the ‘final exam,’ which consists of copying the answers from our book (of questions we did throughout the term and could work together on) onto a scantron. Pointless, that exam is.

[5]The word of the day is unctuous, an adjective defined as, ‘characterized by affected, exaggerated, or insincere earnestness.’ The holiday is Repeat Day (I said Repeat Day… sorry, that gets old fast), and the number of the day is nine thousand, three hundred ninety-three.

[6]Oh yeah, I finished The Catcher In The Rye today. It was rather hilarious, and I think I shall add it to my favorite books list. As Laura said, it is a book that you either love or hate. I loved it, no matter how overrated it is made out to be in other instances.

Goodnight now, everybody. I must be off to other things.

I feel kind of overwhelmed right now.

June 3, 2008

There are a bajillion things happening at once and they are making me feel stressed out and overstimulated. A few of the many are below (kind of in a least to most important order)-

[1]I started reading Catcher In The Rye today (I found it in with the many finally unpacked books, if I did not mention that) and I really want to continue reading it, but unfortunately I have many other things to do and would not be able to settle down and read for a time.

[2]Threadless is having another sale, and they always stress me out a lot- there are so many shirts I wish to buy but I have no money to purchase them with. Additionally, there is a ten dollar shirt on fredflare that I wish I could buy.

[3]There are only about eight days of school left and I have three Bs (two of them are nearing As, however, but the third is nearing a C) and only one A. This is stressing me out tremendously, as having Bs will bring down my grade point average, which will haunt me for the rest of high school and when applying to colleges. Plus, I do all of my homework and everything yet there are many kids in my classes who do not and still get As. It annoys me that they get a better grade than me without even trying.

[4]In Child Development we are going to be working on our portfolio tomorrow, and there are oodles of things to do that need to be included in it. I am afraid I will miss something and up losing part of the twenty percent of my grade final portfolio, thus bringing my almost-A down even more so.

[5]I received a D on a math quiz I got back today, and I absolutely hate failing. I thought I did moderately well, but I guess not. It only brought my grade down one or two percent, but this caused it to become dangerously close to a C. Luckily, my teacher may be offering a retake, but unluckily this will only serve to add even more stress to my plate.

[6]Besides that quiz, there are a variety of finals and tests nearing in my other classes. I fear that I will do horrible and end up bringing my grade down loads in the last few days.

[7]I am afraid of my life being over before I know it has ended. I am getting older every second, and I have become increasingly aware of my own mortality lately. I am going to die someday, and my childhood is ending soon, and then I will have more responsibilities which will only bring on more stress, and… ugh, I am so sick of running out of time for everything.

On a much nicer note, I think Schoder liked my short story. I read it aloud in class today, and, astonishingly, everybody was quiet while I read it. When I was done, Schoder made a comment about how interesting it is how there are so many different levels of aesthetic development (or something of that nature) in the writing skills of our class. I am pretty sure that means he liked mine. Most of the other stories read today were about mountain climbing, for some odd reason. This comment served to cause me to become even more impatient as to what he will write about me in my letter of recommendation.

Gosh, I want a job.

Sorry for ranting and rambling and prattling on and on on matters so trivial in the big scheme of life.


EDIT EVEN BEFORE POSTING: I completely forgot to mention the things of the day; the number is eight hundred twenty-one, the holidays are National Bubba Day and National Rocky Road Day, and the word of the day is tommyrot (a pretentious or silly way of writing).

I Cannot Pinpoint The Weather

June 1, 2008

Hot or cold, windy or not, I simply cannot decide what the weather is right now, inside or out.

Today was another day that went by much quicker than I thought it would. It is, however, still not even four yet.

Early this morning, I was awoken by the sound of both Emma and her friend, our neighbor, Brenna’s voices. Brenna spent the night at our house last night, and apparently they decided it would be fun to wake up at 6:11 am and chatter throughout the house, mainly my room (which I share with Clara and Emma, but still- they slept in sleeping bags in the sunroom). I ended up waking up (as in getting out of bed) for real at around 9:31 am, about the time I usually wake up on the weekends.

From then on, I did a variety of non-noteworthy things such as reading a book to Lydia (The Seven Silly Eaters; I love that book) and walking the dog. I did, however, play a game of Scrabble with Emma, who had never played it before. Unfortunately, she stopped wanting to play when about half of the letters had been used, and I was forced to kiss my Scrabble practice goodbye. I have been attempting to become a better Scrabble player but nobody in my house ever wants to play it with me. Laura, you and I among other friends will need to schedule a real Scrabble Party to make up for the one that was in fact your surprise party.

Drat, I just remembered that I may need to read my short story aloud tomorrow in English. I really hope something comes up and we end up never having enough time to read the remaining stories out loud.

Hmm, anyway today I also read more of Nerds. It really does sadden me, some of the things mentioned in this book- such as how one kid purposely did not do his homework in order to not be called a nerd. Still, this book… okay, never mind, I completely forgot what I was going to say, er, I mean, write.

Oh yeah, and we had bagels this morning. How thrilling.


Hooray, it is beginning to rain!

Okay, I just finished playing another game of Scrabble, this time with Clara, who stopped playing with about twenty-five tiles left. It seems that neither of my sisters can commit to an entire game. I won both games.

Great Scott, tomorrow will be the second-to-last Monday of my freshman year! This year has gone by tremen- alright, I am not even going to finish that. I have said it a gazillion times- time must have something against me, taking away my childhood so quickly. Pretty soon I will be having my mid-life crisis. Oh man, I hope not… let us just take that back.

On a completely different note, this summer is going to be totally off the walls. I plan to do many amazing things that I have always wanted to do, plus (providing I end up finding one) I may get a job and actually have something planned to do on certain dates.

Sunday is wasting away and I really must get going, so with that I bid you farewell. To keep the daily ritual in check, of course.

P.S. Oh wow, I just realized that it is June 1st!  How time flies…

The Second Post

May 31, 2008
Ugh, I typed up nearly the entire post and then WordPerfect 11 decided to close on me. Therefore, I am now using this online word processor I discovered- the page is nice and simple and will hopefully be more consistent than WordPerfect. Plus, it has not yet put a red squiggly line on a word that is an actual word like WordPerfect does due to a dictionary lacking many words, I suppose. Anyway, what I said in the original post (at least from my memory) is below.Upon taking a look at the clock on the computer a moment ago, I was shocked to find that it was already six-thirty. Boy, this day has gone by fast, and I barely did anything. At least, not anything I planned on doing this weekend, other than a bit of reading. What I can, however, remember doing (though not very interesting or productive) is listed in bulleted format below.
[1]I woke up rather early this morning (soon afterwards going back to sleep) because I had a horrible nightmare. I seriously woke up crying my eyes out, which has never happened to me before. Sure, there have been times when I felt like crying, but I never actually have because of something occurring in a nightmare. This particular nightmare is becoming hazy for me, but I do recall that it involved something my mother did to me involving being locked alone in a room and not being able to breathe properly. It was terrifying.What is ridiculous about my dreams and nightmares is that, once I am awake and thinking about them, they sound almost laughable, even though, while having them, they seemed one hundred percent real. When I woke up from this particular nightmare, I could not believe it- I had thought whatever was happening had been happening in real life.[2]Unfortunately, Lydia is sick today. She has been alternating between her sweet, happy baby mood and her cranky, I-wish-you-did-not-exist mood. Other than that, she has been sleeping and playing with the chicks (which are getting big quickly, by the way- it seems like just yesterday Archie was a tiny ball of fluff, and now she is a slightly bigger ball of fluff and is losing her fluff and growing in her adult feathers).[3]I just finished playing a marbles game with Benny and Abie. I lost miserably to Abie, but was only five or so points behind Benny. It was funny because we set up obstacles for the marbles to pass through before getting to the marble tunnel, including a play miniature pony and a hop across tic-tac-toe game.[4]Clara was supposed to be performing with her school’s band at Hershey Park today, but as soon as they arrived it began to thunder and rain, causing them to have to eat a quick lunch and then go home. This meant that my parents felt sorry for her and allowed her to have her friend Mindi over until dinnertime (though I think she may end up having clothes and such dropped off and spending the night).[5]I finished reading Girl With A Pearl Earring today. The ending was even better than I remembered it being- it was the sort of ending where you do not know whether you should laugh, cry, or possibly both.Additionally, I read Letters To President Johnson, a book from the 1960’s that includes many humorous letters sent to Lyndon Baines Johnson during his presidency, which were then handpicked to be included in the book. It is a really amusing book and I quite enjoyed reading it. There are a variety of other gem of a books that I have discovered my parents unpacked and put on our library shelves. I have stashed them away to read right away.

I do not believe I mentioned this, but Laura is letting me borrow this awesome book that I have been wanting to read for awhile after seeing it on Amazon- it is titled Nerds and subtitled “Who They Are And Why We Need More of Them.” The point is, I began reading it and it really is excellent. Thank you, Laura.

[6]I searched for the game Mario Party for Nintendo 64 on Ebay and Amazon- there are a few compelling sales.  I also searched on both sites for Venus Fly Traps as well as a few other carniverous plants.

[7]We are about to eat dinner (Chinese food- hooray!) so I must bid you farewell.





At Nine Thirty-Six We Pick Up The Sticks… and I post this.

May 30, 2008

Wow, I actually have the computer back. It is so odd to go on here after for days of ‘no computer.’ At least, no legal computer time.

Today was a good day in some ways, okay in others. It was the last day of school for seniors, which of course made me sad- I do not like things to end, even if they do not end for me.

I printed out part of my English essay in a super tiny font size and, although the words were quite small, it was amazingly fun to read. It is fantastic how, even in size four Times New Roman, the words are still clear as day.

I was exceptionally forgetful today and forgot not only my glasses but the word of the day sheet as well. Therefore, there are going to be two words of the day tomorrow, R and S. They are very good ones. Still, there is the number of the day- twenty-three. There is no holiday, seeing as there are five or six question marks in my obscure holidays booklet that, after them, reads ‘This day has yet to be reserved as a holiday by an individual or group!’

In Gym we played softball, and I was awful at it. Somebody even hit the ball for me so that all I had to do was run, but once I got to first base I kept running and got tagged. I had no idea that I must stop running or risk getting tagged, ‘checking’ I think they called it. My whole team (and part of the other team) called out for me to stop running but I did not know they were speaking to me. Then Tall John came over and did one of his ‘let’s-help-out-the-quiet-girl-who-has-no-idea-what-she-is-doing-and-it-will-make-me-look-nice-in-front-of-the-rest-of-the-girls’ talks and told me (in the quiet voice he never speaks in otherwise) that I should not continue running unless the person ahead of me has started running to the next base as well. I nodded solemnly and took my customary place in the dugout.

What is really weird about being quiet is that everyone thinks a variation of the same things about you- the majority of people think that a.)you hate them, b.)you are very smart, c.)you are nice, d.)you are very sensitive, e.)you are mute, f.)you cannot hear them talking about you, or a combination of a few. It is actually kind of fun being quiet because you can eavesdrop on people and they do not realize you can actually hear them.

Oh my, tomorrow is Laura’s birthday party! It is going to be tremendously fun for sure.

Gee, now I am getting into the super excited mode not beneficial when you are going to bed soon. It happens to me quite often, this cheerful-happy-excited mood, and it makes it terribly hard to get to sleep.

I finished reading The Sword in the Stone today and it had an excellent ending- hard to say, considering most books I read have really awful ones.

Oh my goodness, we got apple juice!!! I love apple juice.

Now, this is long enough already, but I am going to post my edited version of the English essay. I changed the ending and a few other things, upon the suggestions of Laura and Courtney, who edited it. Now it makes a lot more sense, or at least I hope it does… anyway, without further ado-

“Nobody in Particular”

“What am I?” I ask aloud, to Nobody in Particular.

“What are you not?” Nobody in Particular responds.

He has always been a wise fellow, this nobody creature. I am not entirely sure whether he exists, then again, as I have been known to imagine things. At least, that is what they said when they kicked me out. “REASON FOR EXPULSION” the slip was titled, the big, bold letters giving way to the infamous fine print. “Prone to excessive bouts of overactive imagination, often leading to impulsive actions,” the report continued in the same minuscule size, ending with the signature of whomever was unduly placed in charge. They even had the nerve to slap a period on the end of it, as if turning the claim into a sentence fragment would change its significance, somehow. Quite the opposite, though- it only served to further infuriate me.

Now, that is all behind me- I still say as I did when I left in the first place: good riddance.

To be honest, I am dead grateful that I was ousted. After all, if I had not been, I would never have met Nobody in Particular- and that, my friend, would be unfortunate indeed. Had I not met Nobody in Particular, I never would have been granted the many drops of wisdom he has bestowed upon me since our meeting. Though, I guess calling it a ‘meeting’ would not be fully appropriate. We did not meet, per say. To this day, we have not formally done so. Rather, we have a mutual agreement: I ask a question, at any time of day, and he answers. The scale is tipped more generously towards me, and I should think he would care, but he has yet to complain about my having the better half of the bargain. Now that I think about it, he has yet to complain about anything.

Occasionally I attempt to persuade the man to show himself, but it never turns out to my benefit. Surely he (and I assume that the creature is a ‘he’ based on the tone of his voice) wishes to come out of wherever he is hiding, at least sometimes. If he does, however, he does not show it. Always speaking in the monotonous, deadpan voice of a robot, one would think he would wish for a little excitement in his life. Evidently not yet, but I am sure he will crack someday. I have a strong feeling about it, and secure ones such as this are nearly always correct- at least in my experience.

I shudder to think of what would happen to both him and me if he were discovered. As long as the human race exists, the intense longing for knowledge and wisdom is inevitable, and Nobody in Particular has an abundance of it.

More so, in fact, than anybody I have met before. This never ceases to amaze me; if somebody this intelligent were to suddenly disappear from society, someone should certainly realize it.

He is an enemy spy, I once thought, yet there is no trace of an accent about him. I then considered that he is merely a hermit, choosing to be cut off from the rest of the world for some mysterious reason, much like myself. That musing, however, was quickly shot down. To the best of my knowledge, Nobody in Particular has not left wherever he lurks. And, even if he were a hermit, he would still need to eat in order to survive. His voice comes from somewhere a bit off, but not enough that he could possibly be near a door or garden where he would be able to gather nutrients- or water, for that matter. If he is not human, though, then what is he? Without food or water, he could not even be living. A zombie, maybe? I doubt it- he does not seem like the type; at least, I am almost positive that he is not dead. What, then, is he?

I have tried not to dwell on it too much, but I must admit that dwelling on things takes up much of my time. There is not much else to do, in this lonely monster of a house with echoing rooms and the eternal scent of mothballs.

So, yes, it is free of most insects. It is also free of humans, other than myself of course. Once, I tried to make friends, let people into my life, but that ended badly. Apparently, it is not courteous to insist on having someone over and then hiding in the basement when they arrive. I could not help it, though- I realized that there was no value in risking the discovery of Nobody in Particular for a mere friendship.

I have no family, never have and doubtlessly never will. In the end, it is just me here, biding my time as my years waste away, soon to be nearing nothingness. And, obviously, Nobody in Particular is present as well.

I do not care, though. Who cares if I have nobody to talk to, nothing to do? What does it matter to be lonely when you have the answer to every question in the world? Does that matter, even? Does anything?


I hope somebody liked it.

Good night, everybody.

How Pleased You Look Reading That Funny Book

May 12, 2008

Ant Farm and Other Desperate Situations

– a book I started last night and finished today. Seriously, I think it is the funniest book I have ever read. It was not the obvious kind of humor, just a subtle kind that I find especially amusing. Anyway, I am so happy I picked it up off of the library shelf because it is truly fantastic.

The holidays are Astronomy Day, Fatigue Syndrome Day (and, amazingly, I am not tired today), International Nurses Day (how many holidays relating to nurses are there?), and Limerick Day.

The color of the day is Cosmic Latté, a creamish shade of white. I think that is a rather spectacular name for a color.

The word of the day is a plural noun, ‘olio.’ Its definition is ‘a hodgepodge or medley.’

This afternoon, I have been looking at the site for quite a bit. It is a website where this woman basically posts awesome things. That is the best way I can describe it. Anyway, there are an abundance of magnificent links on there.

I have been adding more to my ‘for all occasions’ wishlist. There are many things on it. I suppose it is not really a wishlist, more of just a list of things I would buy if I had all of the money in the world. Though, honestly, that would be my worst nightmare.

Upon having a Hank-and-John-Green-related dream last night, I finally made an account on The link to my post is: in case you were wondering.

Man, I really want to get So, Now You Know… A Compendium of Completely Useless Information. It sounds like a book I would love. It is only $0.01 on amazon, but the shipping brings it up to four dollars. Perhaps I will buy it anyway, along with the ant farm I still have not ordered.

Oh, and I also wish I had the following books: The Ultimate Book of Useless Information: A Few Thousand More Things You Might Need to Know ( But Probably Don’t), BLA- 600 Incredibly Useless Facts: Something to Talk About When You Have Nothing Else To Say, Useless Knowledge: Answers to Questions You’d Never Think to Ask, The Emperor Who Ate the Bible: And More Strange Facts and Useless Information, The Book of Totally Useless Information, Woody Allen’s Without Feathers, and many others that I do not have time to list.

My goodness, I love books.

Speaking of love, I also adore the rain. And, hurrah, it has been raining all day long! There are rumors that it is supposed to rain all week long- now that would be something to blog about.

Speaking of time running out (or was I?), there are only twenty-three days left of ninth grade for me! I hate that- this year has gone by way too fast and I am not ready to be a sophomore yet. Oh my, a sophomore? No. I am still a freshman. I am barely used to that idea, and the year is nearly up.

More a bit later- my mother just came in and ordered the ant farm! It should not take too long to arrive- about three or four business days.

Farewell now, my various life forms.

May your rainy day be sweet.

Of Skateboarding Cows Knocking Over Piles of Chance Cards and Somebody Being a Legend

May 10, 2008

For some reason, the internet is currently down in my house. Therefore, if this post is not put up until tomorrow (Sunday) then I have a perfectly valid excuse. If it is up today, then never mind that.

Ignore the above sentences.  Obviously, it is now back up.  It is amazing what a difference a quick restart makes.

Today I read most of A Higher Geometry, which has turned out to be a simple book but not a bad one. I suppose I just feel that it is simple because I have been reading mainly non-fiction titles lately. I am almost done with it and will be finishing it once I finish this post.

I finally started on my striped scarf but have only done a few rows so far. They are knit with a bright green yarn that Emily gave me.

Right now the majority of my family is at the mall. Honestly, I do not like the mall or anything it stands for. Even if I did, I have to stay home and baby-sit Benny and Abie right now. They are acting a bit off, mainly, I think, because it was raining all of yesterday and some of today so they could not play outside, and now they cannot because our parents are not home.

A little while ago, I watched “I Am Legend.” I really liked it, actually, though it made me cry a lot and scared me senseless at some parts. Either way, it was a very good movie.

I created a typography design (that I hope to use on a t-shirt) today. It is titled “A Conversation In Arial,” and features two unidentified people speaking back and forth. Without meaning to, I formed the words into the shape of a boat, and in the end formed it more so into one. As I said, I would like to print it out on iron transfer paper and iron it onto a t-shirt.

Here is a picture of it:

I am very excited about getting our puppy. A name suggestion that people are starting to agree on is ‘Gatsby.’ I much prefer it to Wyatt and Moose and, seeing as nobody has taken to my suggestions of ‘Theodore’ or ‘Octavius’ seriously.

Oh my, Mother’s Day is tomorrow! I am prepared with a lovely card I made, complete with pressed buttercup flower in a homemade envelope and a paper flower pop-up. I am quite proud of it, to be honest.

Hmm… I am trying to think of something to speak of.

Well, apparently yellow shoes are in, or, at least, were when a magazine I read a few weeks ago was written. It is a good thing that all of my shoes are green.

Oh yeah, I played Monopoly: Electronic Banking Edition with my little brothers. It was… interesting. Benny kept running off into the sunroom and coming back with toy cows to switch the traditional pieces with, and Abie did the same with Pokemon. Apparently, it is hilarious when a tiny metal Altoids tin is on the same space as three cows. Even more so if one of the cows is riding on a toy skateboard.

Okay, I have to admit, that part was pretty hilarious. Still, it is not hilarious when the skateboarding cow knocks over the pile of chance cards. Not at all.

Hey, I think I may be ordering my gel ant farm today! That would be delightfully enthralling.

Happy Saturday, May tenth, 2008, specks of human.

May the force be with you.