Posts Tagged ‘homework’

There’s a word for it- and words don’t mean a thing. There’s a name for it- and names make all the difference in the world.”

March 8, 2010

“Give Me Back My Name” by Talking Heads. I looked through all of my parents hundreds of records today to search for a “Bye, Bye Birdie” album my mother said she had… it wasn’t there. I found some gems, though, and I’ve been listening to records for an hour or so now.

I’m aiming to go to sleep before 9 pm tonight. We’ll see if I succeed… I’ve finished all my homework that I have until Wednesday, other than one or two more chapters of Things Fall Apart, so I’m feeling pretty good about myself but am also very tired.

After school today I went to Stage Crew, where I painted more of the set black and helped lay out duct tape to map out where a checkerboard will be painted on the set. This is more or less what the set is being modeled after, though I don’t think the humongo “At Last” poster will be there:

Well, I’m already feeling kind of in sleep mode… maybe I’ll go to sleep even earlier than I thought?  Fat chance.

That’s why they call it a reHEARSEal!

February 25, 2010

I don’t even know where the title came from. If rehearsal today had been really terrible, maybe it would fit, but it wasn’t terrible at all do it doesn’t apply. The whole time was spent organizing the horrifically messy scenery room, and when we finished after over two hours of working, it was a marvelous feeling. The stage crew managers, Brittany and Sara, were skipping around, they were so happy. From what I’ve heard, the room hasn’t been so clean since… as long as anybody can remember. When we brought the drama department teacher, Ms. Lennon, in, she was THRILLED. She hugged us all. I felt so proud and delighted!

After Stage Crew, my father, Emma, and I went to Target and Home Depot, though I stayed in the car because I had homework to do. When I had finished my homework and we were in the parking lot at Target, I realized I had to go to the bathroom, so I went inside. Then, I couldn’t find my father and Emma, so I went rambling around the store, and then I found a package of Tim Tams, which claimed to be Australia’s favorite cookie, so I bought them. They’re pretty good.

When I got home from that whole deal, I was met with ten new college letters. How do they find me? I know the answer to that: College Board. It’s nice to get mail, even if it is just mostly boring college stuff. Also, the final Augusten Burroughs memoir I bought, also the first one I ever read, Running With Scissors, came in the mail.  ALSO, the new issue of Mental Floss came in the mail.  Exciting!  I’ve gotten mail all this week!

The only bad part of the day was when I found that my sister Emma stayed home from school today, and she used my laptop.  Not only did she use my laptop (which ordinarily wouldn’t  be that big of a deal), but she somehow got a HUGE scratch on it!  That’s permanent, buster!  Are you cruising for a bruising?  I wanted to ask her that, but this is a SERIOUS MATTER which calls for a SERIOUS RESPONSE.  “I’m really disappointed in you, Emma,” I told her.  Actually, I didn’t say anything.  I just told her I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t take better care of something I worked so hard to earn the money to buy.  I can’t believe she wasn’t more careful with it!

Playing cabbie to an icebucket.

February 17, 2010

I’ve not a clue where the title came from- according to Firefox’s spellchecker, icebucket isn’t even a proper word. Still, I’ll take what I can.

My morning was spent babysitting Lydia while my parents took Zinnia to an eye doctor for a lengthy examination. It turns out that she has Brown’s syndrome, which is a very rare eye condition. It’s not severe, though, so that’s good. My mother said that when she got the eye drops put in, she started walking around and kept falling down because her eyes were blurred. She was laughing at herself falling down repeatedly, just like when she spins around and she’s dizzy. It’s the most precious thing ever.

While babysitting Lydia, I was able to get her second fingerless mitten done. I just have to weave in the ends, and then tallyho, I’m finished and can start on something new. I didn’t knit at all yesterday, so naturally I didn’t finish them.

Once my parents got home, at about 1:45 pm, they hurried me over to Kaitlyn’s house. It was Kaitlyn, Rachel, and me there, and we watched the first Lord of the Rings movie. The running commentary of the three of us was HILARIOUS. Watching the movie made me want to read the books, and then watch the rest of the movies. I think I saw the second or the third one about a year ago, but I can hardly recall any of it. After watching the movie, we went upstairs and read ridiculous fanfiction aloud. This is one of our favorite pastimes, mainly because it is probably the time when we laugh the most. It is so much fun, I wish we could do it all the time.

Once I got home, I ate dinner and then worked on what I thought was a mountain load of homework from my AP Environmental Science teacher. It didn’t end up being nearly as bad as I thought, and I managed to finish all four sheets in a little over an hour. The best assignment was a research project about an endangered species of your choice. I chose the Mexican Walking Fish, or Axolotl, and it is probably the cutest creature in history. It looks like a mudkip:

After researching them, I found that they are popular as pets because they really aren’t that difficult to care for. I WANT ONE.

Homework, Baking, and Making a Movie

December 20, 2008

I am just about finished with this weekend’s homework– Child Development bookwork, AP Euro outlines (which I finished a while ago– hooray!) and English homework (a brochure advertising an imaginary product). All I need to do is color in the brochure, and I’m home free for the entire weekend.

The brownies I’m making are in the oven… boy, I’ve been baking a LOT lately. Maybe it’s because I’m in the Christmas spirit and Christmas usually equals baked goods.

Tomorrow I will be going over to Ashley’s place, along with Courtney, and we will be making our movie, the filming part, which will probably end up being the best part. The lines are hilarious and I will have a very tough time keeping a straight face.

(Person 1: We’ve been really distant lately…

Person 2: [robot]: We are only sixteen inches apart.)

Let the hilarity ensue!

Like, five or six people followed me on Twitter today. Very strange. Three or four were from a television show called Mad Men, which I’ve never even seen before.

Now, now, now, I have nothing to do but I will leave you. I’m super excited about Christmas and Hanukkah and everything, really. Wallie, if you’re reading this: Have a fantastic time in Florida!

Bye now. I should be updating this weekend but if I don’t, know there’s a reason for it. Christmas shopping, perhaps, or something of the sort.

P.S. For the record, I accidentally approved a comment on a past post.  It’s a good thing I clicked on ‘view post,’ because it turns out it was somebody advertising porn.  Tricky people.

Lovely Day

November 16, 2008

I did my homework for most of today and then wrote maybe a thousand words for NaNoWriMo after two word wars.

I also took a shower, which is a relief because our water is finally back. We have well water and it always chooses to run out at the worst of times. I used this weird spray-on dry shampoo yesterday and it was ridiculous. Baby powder works better, and it’s what I used the day before that.

Cheer yourselves, my friends, for we could be in a much worse day of age.

EDIT: And the play was fantastic, the best I’ve ever seen.

Wallie asked me if I was going to blog about the fact that I have no homework today, and I said yes; therefore, I am.

September 11, 2008

So, yeah, I have no homework today.  That is partly because I did today’s homework in school and partly because I stayed up late last night to get my AP Euro outline done.  I do not want to spend my weekend doing that.  Thursdays tend to be my free day in the sense of homework, and I am game with that.

For the most part, my classes are going well.  AP Euro is tough, but that was to be expected.

I am looking forward to many things occurring in the future.  For example,

1.) Paper Towns release (!!!)
2.) NaNoWriMo, though I have no ideas as of yet
2.)Twilight movie release (I am sure they will butcher it, but still… it will be nice to get a different view of things)
3.)Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist movie release and to read it… I am still waiting to either borrow the book or check it out from a library, but I am including it because I am sure I will love it once I do
4.)The boots I won on eBay to arrive in the mail (I fell in love with them, told my mother about them, and promptly gave up wishing for them- the next day, my mother bought them for me [!!!] and I was thrilled)
5.)Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince movie release (I. Can. Not. Wait.)
6.)Every Wednesday Club

Ugh, I have so many knitting projects to finish… I have procrastinated a trillion times twice over…
…headband, cardigan, scarf, mittens, socks, leg warmers… the list never ends…

Something crazy is going on…
Sorry, I just have been having this feeling lately that something ridiculous is going to happen in the near future…


Oh, curse of the evil ellipsis!
Only, kidding, I love you, Ellipsis

Farewell, friends.  I have an evening of mystery ahead of me.

A Hurried Post

May 2, 2008

The holidays are May Day, Loyalty Day, Mother Goose Day, Save the Rhino Day, and Space Day. The word of the day is panglossian, meaning ‘overly optimistic.’ The number of the day is ninety-three.

Wallie is beginning a color of the day thing. Today’s color is green. Tomorrow will be a shade of orange, to be decided by him.

I can write no more because I have to finish a school assignment. I must write a fifteen page children’s story. I am writing one on a hedgehog named Barnaby and I am posting it below to make up for my super short post. The separations signify a change in the page in the actual book.

Barnaby The Hedgehog’s Garden Adventure

One ordinary afternoon in Spring, a young hedgehog decided it would be fun to explore the garden. His family lived in it under a nice, shady bush.

“Mother, Father, may I please poke around in the garden?” he asked his parents hopefully.

“Go ahead, Barnaby,” his mother replied. “Be back in time for lunch.”

“Do not go near the children of the house, though,” his father warned him. “Those human kids are not very gentle with us hedgehogs, and one of you could get hurt.”

Barnaby squealed happily and hurried away. In his rush to be off, he did not hear his father’s warning.

“Where should I go first?” Barnaby wondered. He noticed a big puddle of water and decided it was the perfect place to begin.

Barnaby scurried over to the puddle, which looked more like a small pond now that he was right in front of it. “This is nice,” he said aloud.

“Thank you,” said a quiet voice. Barnaby looked to his left and his right to see where the voice was coming from. Then he looked down, where a small, bright green frog was situated.

“Oh, is this your pond?” Barnaby asked. “I am sorry to bother you. I just thought it was pretty.”

“Yes, it is mine, but that is perfectly alright. I do not mind visitors. I am called Chirp, by the way.”

Barnaby smiled. “Well, Chirp, your pond looks lovely. My name is Barnaby. Oh yeah,” he continued. “I am going on an adventure through the garden. Would you like to join me?”

“I would love to,” responded Chirp. “I have never been through the whole garden before.”

“Then let us be on our way,” Barnaby said.

“Good idea,” said Chirp.

Barnaby and Chirp walked and hopped on through the garden, past the pond and on their way to someplace else. “So, where do you think we-,” Barnaby began stopping to stare at something in the distance.

“What is it?” asked Chirp, concerned.

“Wh-wh-what are those?” he stuttered, pointing somewhere.

“You mean the flowers?” asked Chirp. “You have never seen flowers before?”

“I do not think so,” Barnaby answered. “I think I would have remembered something that pretty.”

“We could go over and see them,” suggested Chirp. “But we have to be careful of the human children; they are often near the flowers, and they like to play with animals. They are not always careful and someone could get hurt.”

However, Barnaby had already raced to the flowers. He did not hear Chirp’s warning, the same one he missed his father telling him.

“Wow, these are spectacular!” Barnaby exclaimed, looking at the beautiful flowers in front of him.

And they smell great! Did you smell them yet?” asked Chirp.

“What do they smell like?” Barnaby asked.

“See for yourself!” replied Chirp.

Taking Chirp’s advice, Barnaby took a huge whiff of the nearest flower. He was about to tell Chirp that she had been right when a voice interrupted his thoughts.


“Who are you?” the voice asked.

“Who said that?” asked Barnaby in return.

“Hey, I asked you first!” insisted the voice.

“You are right,” Barnaby agreed. “My name is Barnaby, and this is my new friend Chirp.” He pointed to Chirp, who waved one of her four legs in the air.

“Nice to meet you,” the voice said back. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“We are going on an adventure through the garden,” piped Chirp.

“That sounds like fun,” replied the voice.

“Would you like to come with us?” Barnaby asked.

“Sure,” responded the voice.

The voice turned out to be a little bumblebee named Eliza. She liked flowers even more than Barnaby and Chirp did, and had never left her honeycomb or the flowers right next to it. Because of this, Eliza was very excited for the garden adventure.

“So, where are we going next?” asked Chirp.

“I have no idea,” Barnaby admitted. “I guess we should just walk along and see if anything looks neat.”

“Yeah,” agreed Eliza.

“Sounds good to me,” Chirp replied.

The trio wandered throughout the garden in search of somewhere else to go. Barnaby noticed a tall thing made of wood. On it, there were two huge tan tree trunks and two big things attached to the bottom of the trunks. “These look cool,” he said. Barnaby moved in for a closer look, wondering what they were.

“Watch out!” called out Eliza, realizing where he was headed. Barnaby was fascinated by the mysterious trunks and did not listen to Eliza.

“Oh no! Come back, Barnaby!” yelled Chirp, worried.

“Stay away from the hu-hu-humans-,” Eliza trailed off, fainting from fear.

Chirp tried to help by waving her two front legs back and forth in front of Eliza’s face like a fan. “Barnaby, come back! Help me with Eliza!” Chirp cried weakly, fainting from worry.

Barnaby, still moving towards the trunks, did not pay any attention.

Barnaby finally reached the trunks. What he did not know is that they were actually legs, attached to a very curious human child with a habit of touching everything. The big wooden thing was actually a bench, upon which the kid was sitting.

The curious child looked down and noticed a small hedgehog at her feet. “Hello,” she said to Barnaby. He was too scared to reply.

The kid reached down to pick up Barnaby and he just stood there, frozen in fear. He rolled into a little ball, hoping the child would not notice him if he did so.

Just as the kid was about to reach him, Barnaby was swiftly pushed out of the way by something alive, warm, and very familiar…

It was his mother!

“Honey, are you alright?” she asked Barnaby quickly. He nodded his head. “Thank goodness!” said his mother with a sigh of relief.

“What about my friends, Chirp and Eliza?” Barnaby asked worriedly.

“They are fine as well,” said Barnaby’s mother. “Your father is bringing them back to their homes right now. But Barnaby,” she added. “Why did you not listen to your father’s warning about human children?”

“What warning?” asked Barnaby, confused.

“You mean you were not listening when we warned you to stay away from human kids?” his mother asked angrily.

“I guess not,” said Barnaby guiltily.

“Barnaby, you should have known better,” his mother scolded. “When somebody tells you something, you need to listen to them. In this case, you could have been hurt or even worse, not to mention the fact that that child was almost poked with one of your spines.”

“I am really sorry,” said Barnaby sadly. “I really should listen better to people. Sometimes I just get caught up in things and forget about that.”

“Yes, you do,” his mother agreed. “From now on, you need to make sure to do that. You also need to stay a bit closer to home from now on. The human world is a dangerous place, and you can get easily lost in this side of the garden.”

“I will,” said Barnaby. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“You are welcome, my little hedgehog,” Barnaby’s mother replied. “And now,” she continued. “It is time for lunch.”


Good night, everybody. Sweet dreams.