In the words of Abraham Lincoln...

In social studies class we were learning about primary and secondary sources in the library, and our librarian had us organize picture into those two catergories, and he had a picture of th Gettysburg Address as a primary source, so here's how this part of the lesson went:
Mr.B (librarian): Now I know most of you kids can't read Abraham Lincoln's handwriting, which I don't understand, because I for one fin it fairly easy, so I will read it to you. Four square and seven years ago...
So, I'm good at social studies. I have a 99 average. Whch is strange, because I hte the subject, esspecially Civics (and history and geography...) After Mr.B went on with the whole "Four square" thing, me and the smart guy in my class were looking at each other smirking. Mr.M, my socil studies teacher comes in, "Did you just say four square?"

Maybe we can't read it, Mr.B, but at least we know what it says.

The weather outside is frightful...

So, I say so a lot, don't I? I am trying to figure out what to write about. I guess I like writing, and I'm pretty sure my writing beats my story telling, (that's where you chime in poodly) So I took a sudden liking to this font (there I go again saying so) and I really have no idea where I'm going with this. Well first I guess I'll thank all you wonderful people who take the time to read any of my posts, for most no real educational value or anything. So (Rawr. I will not use so again)lets talk aobut the weather!!! No, but seriously. The East Coast is just recovered from Hurricane Sandy (a VERY menacing name, if you ask me) and they're supposed to get hit with a Nor' Easter pretty soon. I love snow. There asn't been any sledding snow for like, two years!!! I like it when each season does what it's supposed to; Spring is rainy and cool, but sunny, Summer is hot, with the OCCASIONAL shower, Autumn is crisp, cool, and not totally rainy, and Winter is cold and snowy. My sister gave me a hair cut yesterday... Spuratically... My mom was like, "You need a hair cut" and then I went up to my sister and asked if she could cut my hair. (She's 16, with no training, it was a risky move on my part) I told her two inches off, but she hacked off 4, but I still like it. She got rid of all the blue-green... (If I didn't mention, six weeks ago I more successfully Koolaid dyed the bottom third of my hair teal) I have to go to my sister's cross country meet later. It's a big one, and she runs varsity for her school, 3rd or 2nd for the team at all times. This means me, standing in the cold all day to watch a 21 minute race... X(. I guess it's fun though. I really have been longing to go to the ocean for some unknown reason. Just in the cold, to walk along the cold sand, collecting beach glass. I have recently decided, The Unwanteds, by Lisa McMann, is my new favorite series, and Simber is the best character ever.

Keep it real and fail with style,

-I

My not-so-good-terribley-sad-oh-so-so-sad end of summer acrostic

So much fun
Unwilling to let go of the days of freedom,
Memories made,
Many adventures,
Endless joy
Remember the days.

Summer.

Random things

1. The Many Expressions of Daniel Radcliff


2. What Makes You Beautiful, The Piano Guys.
Look it up on Youtube.

3. Back to school letterhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x78PnPd-V-A&feature=player_embedded 

Thoughts of the moment

1. gnomes, gnomes, gnomes, gnomes.
2. I love Vermont, look at those mountains!
3.Who are you??? Your not my kid!!! Your not my grand kid!!! Who invited you!?!?
4. Fluffy pillow.
5.Chocolate.
6. More chocolate.
7. A big, fluffy, brand new, freshly washed, egyptian cotton, top quality towel.
8. Ghost monkeys!!!
9. Poodle's birthday surprise.
10. Hatin' on school.
11. Jack squat.
12. Kale, apples, and gramcrackers.
13. Going all out on everything.
14.  VERMONSTERS!!!
15. How could I make a man out of yoooooooooooooou???
16. He knows jack squat about love... I mean, he's divorced!!!
17.14,000 calories, 500 grams of fat.
18. Barron.
19. Shaggy and Scooby.
20.If you are reading this T-C-O, hope the orange is gone.
21. Keep the monkey.

Diadadidadododidadidido

Howdy!!! Sorry I haven't been posting for awhile, but I had camp all week and last week Ii just wasn't motivated. I am going through a wave of exceeding business, and all I want to do is hang out with Poodly and Morgan. (me and poodle have a alias for a certain friend, if you saw her last post) Morgana's mom is always working, and i NEVER see her anymore. She invited me to sleepover monday, but i have another freaking camp. I know what you're thinking, "Hey, if your so busy and stuff, and you don't want to be, why don't you drop something, and why did you sign up for all this in the first place???" To be honest, I have no idea and I am regreting it. I really, really want a frappichino right now. I had a camp out at camp last night, and i slept less then I really should of. I had to share my tent with eight other girls, and that is not easy to fall asleep to. On the 4th of July, I went to these awesome fireworks, and my only complaint was that during the fireworks they played patriot music, which was annoying, but became increasingly annoying considering they only had a CD of about three songs. One was God Bless America, which was most frequently played, about 4 or 5 times. It was pretty, but it ruined the mood a bit. Heres the thing... it was sung me Celine Dion. She has a great voice and all, but if I'm going to listen to God Bless America four times, I would think it should be sung my, I don't know, an American??? (Celine Dion is from Canada) Poodle is watching her aunt's dog while they are in Fiji, which I have to find the link to there blog... (Poodly, I know you have it) Anyway, he iis a beautiful husky named Diablo, but we call him Di, whichis where the title of this post came from.

Keep it real and fail with style.
-I  

Hot and Antsy.

Why would anyone voluntarely live somewhere soooooooooo hot??? I live in New England, where the weather is pretty warrm in summer, but it occasionally spikes up, like right now. I feel like it's always somewhere in the nineties and the humididty is so thick I feel like I could take a knife to it. I'm excited though, because I just got a new ipod dock and alarm clock. Today I went to Starbucks with my youth group, and as I was getting out of the car, my sister puts the seat down and my finger got jammed between the arm rest and seat part, so I'm in Starbucks, and I'm crying because it hurts so bad, meanwhile I'm just waiting for my frappicinio (which was a mocha cookie crumble with coffee, which was utterly AMAZING) so another guy in my youth group, lets call him Nick for now because I don't like to use real names, tells me this story to try and cheer me up and distract me from my finger...
 "So yesterday I found an ant in my room. I picked it up with tweezers, and used the ultimate ant psycological torture method. I used my tweezers and put it in a jar, full of sugar. Since ants are hardwired to bring food to the colony, its perfect. There's all this food, but they can't take it anywhere. It really messes with them. So, 3 or 4 hours later, I let it out. He goes back to the colony, and they have questions (He said this part with a British accent, and you'll see why later) "Where's the food Nigel? We can smell it on you. where have you been!?", "I don't know!!! So much food, but I couldn't bring a lick of it back!!!" And the reason I say that with an accent is beacause there is a joke that all ants are British, because they colonize!!!"
Ba-dum-ch.
Gotta love cheesy stories, though I would hate to be messed with like that.