Posts Tagged ‘word’

Stormy Weather and the Holocaust

June 11, 2008

Today is the something-to-last day of school. I have been aware of the How Many Days Until School Is Over countdown for a while, but it never seems real until the last few days. Actually, it does not even seem that real right now. I bet it will not until a week or two of summer has already passed and I realize that there is quite a bit of time until school begins again.

I think I may be in love with the sort of storms we have been having around here lately. They have happened a few times as of late, and they basically go like this (at least around my house):

[1]My crazy grandmother comes upstairs in the kitchen, looks out the window, and says, “There’s a storm a’brewin!”

[2]I say, “Yes, maybe there is,” if I cannot get out of staying silent to avoid a long, pointless conversation.

[3]A loud crash is heard, and everybody looks out the back window, only to see that our ineffective teepee has fallen over once again.

[4]Gatsby barks like crazy and Daisy looks on, uninterested in her much younger, immature, less worldly dog-friend.

[5]Abie gets upset about thunder knocking our house over. My yelling grandfather does what he does best- yelling. He yells that the thunder will do nothing to us because we live on a hill and that he should stop getting himself to worked up over nothing. Kind of an ironic thing to say, now that I think about it.

[6]The power blinks on and then off right away, twice in the span of ten to fifteen minutes.

[7]Something else happens that I do not particularly remember or wish to, for that matter.

[8]The rainstorm dwindles, bringing a slight drizzle across the yard.

[9]I am happy because I enjoyed the whole thing most wholeheartedly.

As you can see, these storms cause much excitement in my house. I can only imagine what would happen if the power actually stayed off. That would be fantastic.

Okay, so tomorrow I will be taking the Algebra II final. It should be simple.

I put together my Child Development portfolio after school today. I found all of this awesome neon paper in the Big Closet in the classroom, so I used those sheets as cover sheets for each section. I love the page protectors in the portfolio- they make everything so nice and smooth.

In Gym we did nothing, which was marvelous. Nothing, as in, nothing structured. Celesthe, Danielle, and I played Rubbish and Old Maid with a deck of cards I brought in. Additionally, I knitted and listened to music. Simultaneously… it was really sort of a nice feat.

The holiday is Iced Tea Day, the word of the day is yob (a cruel and brutal fellow), the number of the day is something I simply cannot recall, and the book I am currently reading is one my older brother gave me, titled The Death of Vishnu.

In English, rather than watching more of Month Python, we watched an old special on Oprah where she interviews Elie Weisel, the author of Night, the Holocaust book I read for English. And my goodness, that special was so sad. I felt like crying when they talked about how Elie saw them just throwing all of the babies, while still alive, in the flames. They showed videos of the prisoners and the small children walking to their death, as well as the piles of bodies just being pushed into this huge ditch. It was all tremendously depressing, and all the while the jerks in my class were laughing. I wanted to punch them so much. They ruin everything in that class. Schoder left the room, thinking he could trust us, but of course they ruined it. I really wish they were not in my class. And, by ‘they,’ I mean everybody except Courtney, Rachel (not one of the ones I have spoken of before), and I. Everybody else talks through class and is annoying and rude.

I am going to go and waste some time getting my mind off of Wednesday Club tomorrow so that I can sleep tonight. Farewell, friendly beings.

Frozen Food and a Letter of Recommendation

June 7, 2008

The word of the day is wallydrag, a noun defined as , ‘a highly worthless person or animal.’ Everybody had a field day teasing Wallie about it.

The number of the day is thirty-one and the holidays are National Doughnut Day, National Gardening Exercise Day, and National Yo-Yo Day.

We got sand for our sandbox this afternoon. I spent quite a bit of time making castles (more like mounds) in the sand. We also got some super bubbles. They are awesome.

I got my letter of recommendation from Schoder today. It is really lovely to know that he thinks so highly of me- he says I am polite and people respect me and I am very analytical and mature for my age. How fantastic!

Also in English, we wrote out last timed writing assignment. There were two basic prompts to choose from, one about a memorable experience from the other person (not your) point of view, and the other a fictional story of a few subjects. I chose the subject of outer space and wrote a four page story, much longer than I can normally write without typing something up. A basic summary of my story is below.

It starts out telling the background of the first humans in the world. Rather than two, as the legend goes, there were in fact four people. Two of them were more curious than the others, and they went out to explore. They came across a swirling vortex and got sucked inside it and transported to outer space, where they founded a planet called Second and began their life there. Many years later, the two leaders of Second, O and N, have a problem- their community, as well as them, wish to know what happens to their people once they die. The Secondian death ritual is to drop the deceased over the edge of the planet, where they are propelled downwards and land on Earth, where the descendants of the other two original people lived. The bones of the deceased become warped from the impact of the long fall and become what the Earthlings think are “dinosaurs.” The ending does not really solve the problem at all.

Anyway, I think I did a really nice job on it. I am hoping it brings the 89% up to an A.

Also about grades- my Child Development grade is an 88% and there is the portfolio due next week, so hopefully that will bring that grade up to an A as well.

My Math grade went up 1% from a quiz we took today (I got an 88% on it, though I should have gotten a high A- the teacher counted the last problem correct with -4 as the answer though I checked it and there were, in fact, no real solutions; oh well.). There is a final we are taking next week that the teacher says is simple, so I am hoping that will bring my grade up. It is, after all, worth 20% of our final grade.

We had this really late dinner of a variety of delicious (and also unhealthy, but hey, you only live once) frozen foods tonight. The meal consisted of pepperoni pizza rolls, mini honey crunchy corn dogs (NERDFIGHTER FOOD!), and cheddar and bacon chicken nuggets. It was great.

Today was the last Friday of the school year! How odd it is to think that summer is nearly upon us. This year was at the speed of lightning.

Anyway, I am going to take a shower now and then go to bed. Farewell.

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.

There are seven lucky pennies in my pocket.

May 23, 2008

It is Lucky Penny Day and, to celebrate it, I carried around pennies for good luck and handed out bunches of them to my friends. There were tons of people absent today, I guess because of the combination of Prom Night and the upcoming Memorial Day Weekend. Once I had handed out lots of lucky pennies, I found that there were exactly seven in my pocket. How lucky is that?

At lunch today, it was “Free Warm Cookie With Lunch Day.” Amazingly, the cookies were actually warm. That was a first.

Also during lunch, near the end, this woman (or maybe just older student) was going around to tables handing out pieces of saltwater taffy. I was thinking, “Hey, that is pretty nice of her,” and I ate one, as the remainder of the people at my table did (other than Zach). It was only after I began chewing it that I realized what I was taught as a kid- never take candy from strangers. It could have been poisoned or something. It was then that I thought that I may die. I actually became extremely paranoid.

Today in English I made up a BCR I missed on Wednesday as well as received the new vocabulary list. The BCR was rather simple, but I was shaking the whole time because of the paranoia about the “poisoned” taffy. I started feeling woozy, but I am pretty positive that I was merely subconsciously conjuring up a sickness in my mind, because I felt fine once I forgot about the taffy fiasco. I suspect that I only lived because of the seven lucky pennies in my pocket, most of which were from my birth year, which is triple the luck. We also watched part of the movie “Matewan” during that class as well, seeing as there were so many people absent, as I mentioned. It was okay, I think, though I just did my vocabulary sheet for most of the time.

Wow, my sister (Clara) really needs to improve her judgment. My mother is picking her up from a friend’s house right now, where she went knowing there would be no supervision. She was caught because she left her cellphone at home and the friend’s slightly older sister called it to see whether she was locked out of the house. Too bad for Clara, because she is now in major trouble. Perhaps that is the reason she got in trouble about a month ago- she refused to tell me why, but she lost a few privileges for a whole month.

Archie is even cuter than she was when I last saw her this morning. She is also calming down- yesterday she did not want to be held very much, or at least peeped a lot when I held her, but I held her just now and she fell right asleep in my hands. Adorable!

As I said, the holiday is Lucky Penny Day. The number of the day is eighteen, and the word of the day is nonce (a noun defined as ‘the present occasion’). Wallie actually remembered to find a color, and it is a lovely shade of yellow called ‘saffron.’

Oh yeah, guess what? Stumped? I actually have plans for this weekend! I never have anything planned, but my friend Alexandra invited me to a sleepover party at her house tonight. Because I rarely go anywhere, my parents are letting me go! How exciting- I have not been to a sleepover in quite a while.

Only a few more weeks of school left. A few more weeks of freshman year. That is crazy ridiculous. I still find it incredulous (hooray, I used one of my new vocabulary words!) that the year has gone by so fast. It seems like just yesterday we were nervous eighth graders starting out at a new school. That means it is almost another year closer until college- when friendships are tested to the ultimate limits, unfortunately.

Wowie kazowie, how awesome is this webcam?

I have been wanting a webcam for quite some time, and this retro-looking one is awesome! At thirty-five dollars, it is not too expensive, either.

Anyway, I am going to play with Archie now before I go to the sleepover!


Project Beginnings, the Secret Spot, and Shoes

May 21, 2008

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.

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.

For Once, A Perfectly Acceptable Saturday

May 3, 2008

As the title suggests, I had a Saturday that was normal, in the societal sense. My dad and I went to see my brother’s (and Daniel’s brother’s as well as some other guys) new band play at a cultural arts center. It is called The Great Operation. It was very loud, but I think good. I say ‘I think’ because I am not a very good judge of music. If it has a beat then I usually think it is okay.

My dad and I had Five Guys before going there.

At the place, I saw this guy who was really jokes. He was actually wearing a shirt that I own and had the same shoes as me. What was awesome about him, though, was the fact that he had dreads. Like I want to get.

Also while there, I chatted with Daniel. We played rock, paper, scissors and spoke of our memories of random events. Plenty of laughs are found in the past. And yes, I did intentionally rhyme that.

It turns out that my older brother is not going to be going to college next year. At least, not at Goucher. I wish he were still going to college. I do not want to see him end up a slacker with a minimum wage job for the rest of his life. Still, if it makes him happy then major props to him.

Emma and our neighbor Brenna started their own little ‘shop’ in our yard, selling things ranging from scarves to bracelets to bookmarks, all of which were made on Brenna’s knitting looms. They had an ‘auction’ and sold bunches of stuff from two cents to twenty-five. I bought three five cent scarves and one seven cent scarf. Their colors are [a]pale yellow, [b]red, [c]orange, purple, and magenta, and [d]red, orange, olive, navy, and purple. I am wearing them all at once at the moment.

On my current list of things I am saving up for/ wish to buy:

A Threadless shirt, as always. And look, this shirt is for nerdfighters such as myself!!!

Look how fantastic these sunglasses are- and in my second favorite color as well!  And yes, I know that I already posted this on a previous shorter wishlist. 

Okay, this is one of the most amazing-looking cameras ever. Those colors are fantastic.

These presidential mustache pins are marvelous.

Charlie and Lola is my absolute favorite television show and basically the only one I watch. The books are not sold around here, seeing as they originated in the United Kingdom, but some can be bought off of Amazon. This one seems the most excellent choice, plus it is a pop-up book!

Just look at how cute little Albert is!

A hidden bookshelf or two would be quite handy. P.S. I wanted one of these before John Green made a video that showed his own.

I have wanted a carnivorous plant set for quite some time.

My mini cacti are not growing, so I figure one of these would be the best solution to my wanting a mini cactus thing.

There you have it. I know my birthday just passed and I got many wonderful things- this is merely a compilation of things for the future, such as if I happen to win the lottery or something, so that I can use this list as a reference.

“…and the post was over, and all was silent.”