This week was possibly the worst week of my life. On Monday, Tuesday, Wednsday, Thursday and Friday, when I got to school, and walked across the grass to go inside... THE GRASS WAS FROZEN. AS IN IT CRUNCHED WHEN YOU WALKED ON IT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
It is NOT supposed to be this cold in OCTOBER. In the mornings cars have FROST on them. I"M NOT READY FOR COLD WEATHER!!!!!!!!!!!
Darn Global warming, making it sweltering in Arizona and freezing Utah solid!!!!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Awesome Poem
OK, so this poem is from a book I read, The Final Warning, By James Patterson. It's about a group of kids with wings and their adventures. It's a really good read because the main character/narrator, Max (Max is short for Maximum and she's a girl) , is really sarcastic and has an awesome sense of humor. The Final warning is the fourth book in the series. #1 is Maximum Ride: the Angel Experiment. #2 MR (Maximum Ride): Schools Out Forever. #3 MR: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports. #4 Mr: The Final Warning. And the new one that is coming out soon is: #5 Waterwings.
Anyway, the Poem:
Anyway, the Poem:
A Poem
By Max
White is the color of little bunnies with pink noses.
White is the color of fluffy clouds fluffing their way across the sky.
White is the color of soft-serve ice cream in a cone.
White is the color of angel's wings and Angel's wings.
White is the color of brand-new ankle socks fresh out of the bag.
White is the color of crisp sheets in schmancy hotels.
White is the color of every last freaking, gol-dang thing that you can see for endless miles and miles if you happen to be in Antarctica trying to save the world, which now you aren't so sure you can do because you feel like if you see any more whiteness -- Wonder Bread, someone's underwear, teeth -- you will completely loose your ever-lovin' mind and wind up pushing a grocery cart full of empty cans around New York City, muttering to yourself.
The End
Well, it's not Shakespeare, but I like it. It's TOTALLY HILARIOUS.
(and if you don't like it, Oh Well.)
Frankenstein
I'm really, really glad that Mary Shelley (author of Frankenstein) is dead because if she was alive I would probably hunt her down and MURDER her. (Not really, but I can only fantasize.) To explain my hatred of Mary Shelley, I have a story for you.
WHY I HATE MARY SHELLEY
By: Erica
Once upon a time there was a girl, living somewhere at sometime in someplace. This girl went to a very nice school, which I cannot disclose the name of. At that school, this girl (lets name her erica, shall we?) Erica had an English class. English 10 Honors. In this English class, Erica read Frankenstein by: Mary Shelley. Erica had to make an absolutely awesome portfolio about Frankenstein with all sorts of wonderful papers in it. Well, on an undisclosed Sturday, Erica woke up, took a shower, and got right to work editing all of her papers. (Well her parents edited, she just fixed her mistakes on the computer.) Erica sat and worked all day long, typing her wonderfull papers on the computer, and fixing their mistakes. Unfortunately for erica, she had about a Bazillion papers to edit, so her brain exploded from the sheer weight of her assignment, causing her to fail English 10 Honors.
The End.
Well, thats not really what happened, but I just REALLY want this project to be over because its DRIVING ME TOTALLY INSANE!!!!
Sorry, I had to rant.
WHY I HATE MARY SHELLEY
By: Erica
Once upon a time there was a girl, living somewhere at sometime in someplace. This girl went to a very nice school, which I cannot disclose the name of. At that school, this girl (lets name her erica, shall we?) Erica had an English class. English 10 Honors. In this English class, Erica read Frankenstein by: Mary Shelley. Erica had to make an absolutely awesome portfolio about Frankenstein with all sorts of wonderful papers in it. Well, on an undisclosed Sturday, Erica woke up, took a shower, and got right to work editing all of her papers. (Well her parents edited, she just fixed her mistakes on the computer.) Erica sat and worked all day long, typing her wonderfull papers on the computer, and fixing their mistakes. Unfortunately for erica, she had about a Bazillion papers to edit, so her brain exploded from the sheer weight of her assignment, causing her to fail English 10 Honors.
The End.
Well, thats not really what happened, but I just REALLY want this project to be over because its DRIVING ME TOTALLY INSANE!!!!
Sorry, I had to rant.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Cold
So today it was absolutely FREEZING. As in, I wore my new down coat (it's PURPLE!!) to school and I wore it ALL DAY LONG (well most of the day). It was sooooo cold!! In Orchestra the classroom was cold, so we moved into the auditorium foyer to play (its really hard to play a string instrument when it's cold. It goes out of tune and makes wonkey sounds. Weird.). When we got back into the classroom after practice, it was actually colder than when we first started. THE AIR CONDITIONING WAS ON AND It FELT LIKE IT WAS BELOW FREEZING IN THERE!!! What is the problem with my school!?!?!?!?!
Well ,I was kind of expecting it to be cold, as it snowed on Saturday and Sunday (only a little bit.) SO, take THAT New Hampsurians We got snow before you did! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!! (Really insane, creepy laugh that you hear in horror movies : )).
Now I will now go and complete my copious amounts of homework, wesaring my beautiful warm purple coat that makes me look like a purple marshmellow. Oh well, at least I'm a WARM purple marshmellow.
Well ,I was kind of expecting it to be cold, as it snowed on Saturday and Sunday (only a little bit.) SO, take THAT New Hampsurians We got snow before you did! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!! (Really insane, creepy laugh that you hear in horror movies : )).
Now I will now go and complete my copious amounts of homework, wesaring my beautiful warm purple coat that makes me look like a purple marshmellow. Oh well, at least I'm a WARM purple marshmellow.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Hello Everyone!!!
Hi Everyone who wants to see whats going on here-
So I decided to start a blog here because me and mom have issues about her blog. Mainly, I think that she should change the format (colors and stuff) but she thinks that its fine the way it is. Dad told me that if I didn't like that mom didn't want to change it, I should make my own blog where i can do WHATEVER I WANT. So I did.
Before I started, dad was like "you know the rules" and told me them. So now I know all the Super Secret Unofficial Rules for Blogging
1. Never, ever tell people your real name, number, address etc.
So, in accordance to this rule:
I am: Me, I etc.
Mom is: Mom
Dad is: Dad
oldest brother is: Big S
2nd brother is: Big J
3rd brother is: Little S
youngest brother is: Little R.
2. Ummm... I can't remember any more of THE RULES so, oops.
So, I call my blog, Life in the Smallest Bedroom because I have the smallest bedroom, while everyone else has Humongous, Gargantuan rooms. I swear that my room sometimes feels about the size of a postage stamp, but I digress.
Here on this blog I'll tell about my life as a High Schooler and other seemingly random things that will just *pop* into my head!!
Oh, and to alleviate questions before they come up: the ages of everyone are: Mom and Dad- ancient. (not really, i think that they are 38/39 and 40). Me- 14, going on 15 in November. Big S- 12, Big J- 11, Little S- 9, and Little R- 7.
I hope that that blows away all of the questions about age and will save me from explaining myself in a later post about our ages.
Erica
P.S. Disclaimer: I apologize here and now that some of my posts probably won't make sense, so I'm just saying that now, so I won't make some people go crazy, due to some weird thing that I just happen to post.
So I decided to start a blog here because me and mom have issues about her blog. Mainly, I think that she should change the format (colors and stuff) but she thinks that its fine the way it is. Dad told me that if I didn't like that mom didn't want to change it, I should make my own blog where i can do WHATEVER I WANT. So I did.
Before I started, dad was like "you know the rules" and told me them. So now I know all the Super Secret Unofficial Rules for Blogging
1. Never, ever tell people your real name, number, address etc.
So, in accordance to this rule:
I am: Me, I etc.
Mom is: Mom
Dad is: Dad
oldest brother is: Big S
2nd brother is: Big J
3rd brother is: Little S
youngest brother is: Little R.
2. Ummm... I can't remember any more of THE RULES so, oops.
So, I call my blog, Life in the Smallest Bedroom because I have the smallest bedroom, while everyone else has Humongous, Gargantuan rooms. I swear that my room sometimes feels about the size of a postage stamp, but I digress.
Here on this blog I'll tell about my life as a High Schooler and other seemingly random things that will just *pop* into my head!!
Oh, and to alleviate questions before they come up: the ages of everyone are: Mom and Dad- ancient. (not really, i think that they are 38/39 and 40). Me- 14, going on 15 in November. Big S- 12, Big J- 11, Little S- 9, and Little R- 7.
I hope that that blows away all of the questions about age and will save me from explaining myself in a later post about our ages.
Erica
P.S. Disclaimer: I apologize here and now that some of my posts probably won't make sense, so I'm just saying that now, so I won't make some people go crazy, due to some weird thing that I just happen to post.
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