Christmas

Well, this year's entries were, to say the least, slim. They were sad anyhow.
And this blog post is going to be just as sad, for this is all it's going to be.
Merry Christmas!

Summer

You know what words I'm thinking of today? I shall tell you no matter if you want to hear them or not, so ha.
My words of the day are: (drum roll please)
Potion
Supple
Partition and
Hybrid
Think of some sentences for those! I dare you!
Meanwhile, my life goes on. And on. And on. Summer is almost over, some call that a shame, and I have to agree with them. Summer happens to be my favorite season. It is warm. I like warm a lot. Which is funny since I live in Minnesota. Man, how ironic is that? Anyway, I'll be sad to see summer gone with its sunburns and limited parental supervision (for you can do a lot for free in public parks in the summer and there is also free transportation to those parks to boot). Winter will soon float in with its bounds of carpools and money costing places (much to my annoyance).
Anyway, I say adieu today to you as I soon shall to summer. Adieu.

HP6

So, I was looking on Facebook today and noticed they had a blog feature. I thought about doing something with it until I realized, not only did I have a blog, but I don't use it. Ever.
So, my class schedual is not here yet and neither are the two notes to publishing companies I sent out in June. All I've got to say, is those rejection letters better be embossed, damnit.
Anyway, I have been reading the Harry Potter books in preparation for HP6, which I have not seen yet, mostly because the person I'm going with keeps making me change the date of when we see it. It will hopefully be on Moday, but who knows? If I don't see it on Monday I will call someone else who has a car to take me, because this is just ridicous. Anyhow, I began reading the last two books and I've noticed that in the 6th and 7th books J.K. Rowling tries very hard to show that Ron and Herminone will be together at the end, even though all of her readers have known since the fourth book, if not before that. Also, this Ginny-Harry thing makes no sense to me. Harry has known the girl since she was ten and only in the 6th and 7th books does he show any real sexual intrest for her where she shows an almost stalkerish behavoir towards him all the way before that. I have not even gotten to the point of the naming of their children. I understand Harry and Ginny's kids. James, Lily, Albus Severus, I mean that all makes an awful lot of sense. But Rose and Hugo? I don't understand that at all. I mean, they have the same letter of their parents (Rose-Ron, Hermione-Hugo) but other than that, what sugnifigance is that of their names? I understand Draco's son's name more then the two supporting characters, which is a bit of a disgrace. And anyway, why did no one blame Harry for the loss of Tonks, Lupin, Fred, George's ear? I mean, no one ever blamed him for it, which was stupid, cause it was totally his fault.
Anyway, behind the rant is love for writing. My love for writing anyhow. I'll be back to rant again soon, maybe. Ta Ta for now!

Day at the Ozarks

I'm in pain.
My legs hurt.
And my arms hurt.
And my poor burnt shoulders are very hurt.
Today was a good day. There was tubbing behind the boat (my brother and I fell in this morning and then I was gladly put in the tube again to ride with my cousin, Eliza, who will only ride with me, which is the most adorible thing you have ever seen. Eliza is wearing a pink hair binder around her ankle to copy my ankle bracelete, which is adorible, and she told my aunt last night, "I want to be Meg. She is so pretty."
All in all I am having a good time. Tomorrow everyone but me, who has a bit of a phobia, is going to be in a cave. Afterwards most likley shopping will be invovled and much tanning, for my farmers tan is very annoying.
Anyhow, now I bid you adieu. Adios.

CALL ME PLEASE GOD! READ THIS PLEADING!

I am in Iola, Kansas.
I have no idea why I am in Iola, Kansas.
I do not know anyone in Iola, Kansas.
I went to a wedding today in Iola, Kansas.
Ok, I realize I may be contridicting myself, but it is true. I went to a wedding of some relative that has never seen me before and vice versa. It was amazingly boring.
I met my second cousin once removed today. He is, wow. Completly just, wow. He's thirteen and it's legal to marry him since we're not close enough relative wise (I'm totally kidding, I don't think we'd get along well except for the fact niether of us wants to be in Iola, Kansas.)
The only good thing about being in Iola, Kansas is the heat. It is a beautiful 95* and sunny whereas back home it is 60* and raining (or so I've heard).
Tomorrow I go down to Lake of the Ozarks (sp?) and hopefully I will be able to openly listen to rap again (it apprently is not looked upon kindly in rural Kansas) and I might not get, well, no nevermind, that is most definatly a lost thought (hope).
I am watching Bravo, which is nice. I am in a hotel lobby. Yeah. Now I have to give my second cousin a turn, so I must go (have I mentioned the hotel lobbies computer is the only thing in town that isn't a cash register?). Anyway, I've go to leave you, o' faithful readers of mine. I promise to write a lot this summer (meaning five times a month, I SWEAR). Yeah, oh God, now the lady at the desk is talking to her boyfriend. Good God. Going now. Goodbye.

One More Day

Ok, I am writing. I have not done so in a month now, but I shall write.
Really, I don't know what to put here though. I kind of want to use it as an apology, but I don't think I have enough balls (or any, if we're speaking technically) to do so. Also, frankly, I wouldn't know how and the fact that I don't think they will be reading this.
It's June 3rd. I've been taking it to study and read (though, I will admit, I'm mostly just reading). I have a green composition notebook by my side, which is kind of beat up and I hope that I get some more for my birthday.
I have a lot on my mind, making it really hard to write right now, which is weird, since I'm always talking and usually never run out of things to say. But I have. My iPod is sitting next to my notebook, though it has not been helpful today with my thoughts.
AIM stopped working this afternoon and I'm on meebo. Ah, meebo, meebo. How I much rather have AIM (for when I have AIM, I also have my webcomics).
I'm kind of thinking my random banther is annoying you. I shall quit writing now. Goodbye now.

Quick Thinking

I suppose a quick story from Gabe can't hurt. It's called My name is Gabriella Marie Itz. Here ya' go:
“Gabriella!”
“No Spanish accent. I’m not Hispanic, or Latino, or Mexican.”
I choose Gabe right before I started high school. I hated the nickname ‘Gabby’ and Gabriella was a mouthful. So I chose Gabe.
“Itzza! What’s happening?”
“It’s Itz.”
My last name is English or German or something. My dad made it up when ‘Ingersol’ became to boring for him. Itz was more modern. And the ‘z’ made it cooler.
“Gabriella Maria Itz?”
“It’s Marie. Gabriella Marie Itz.” My parent’s chose Marie because Maria sounded too Spanish and they didn’t want to stereotype.
“Gabriella Marie Itz?”
I think for a moment.
“No, I think I’ll be Gabe.”

Tuesday

How is it only Tuesday? It's kinda making me mad that the week is so slow. Now it's just gonna go slower though. Yay week. Not.
I wrote more in Gabe today. I don't think I'm going to get anything published, ever, at this rate. But that's ok. I guess I never really cared about getting published. Just getting heard.

Lioness

It's amazing how one or two books you just have to read over and over again.
Right now I'm reading a book series by Tamora Pierce called "Song of the Lioness". It's at about a 7th/ 8th grade reading level (maybe even 6th) but I cannot stop reading it. I like this series only because it has a strong female protagonist. It makes me want to believe I can do anything.
Isn't this picture adorable? I used it for a powerpoint in science. Says something, doesn't it?
Well, I've got to leave you now, farewell!

'Thank You'

Finished stuff. Discriptive, huh?
Chewed gum. Yum yum.
Six-o-clock wake. Doctor's office.
Too skinny. Perscription needed.
Grandmother lunch. Target Rush.
Friends, park. Walk home.
Dinner, meh. Cleaned room.
Grim Reaper. Phone call.
iPod singing. Kitten sleeping.
Blog now.

the realm of possibity

Ok, so. Group B is gonna be in at least two sections because, i swear to God, my last books mass went up by the number of post it's I put in it. I'm sorry if everything but my quotes doesn't make sense... it has been a bad day coherency wise.
Now, this book is a book of poetry, kinda. The title of the post is the book title and the bolded titles are the poem/ chapter titles and who "wrote" each poem. If that makes any sense. Keep in mind this book is fiction and written by David Levithan.

Smoking, Daniel
' we have been in the 7- 11 for twenty minutes
reading newsprint about bat boy and the
shocking! gay! love! affair! of someone
in hollywood, and jed jokes that if our local
paper was like that we'd certainly be
headline news.'
p.2

' jed is not a smoker
but he's smoked.
i am not a smoker
and i have never somked.'
p.3

' the smoke i've known is
vanilla scented.'
p. 3

' making jokes about me
and jed, about interupting.'
p. 10



Tinder Heart, Mary
' he was solid
he was there
as I dissolved'
p.12- 13


'who was it
who invented
size zero?'
p. 17


'he says
i worry
about you
and i tell him
don't
and he says
that's exactly
why.'
p. 19


'it is not him
talking. these
are not the kind
of words he
uses. who put
you up to this?
i yell. who are you
doing this for?
and he says
i'm doing it
for you.'
p. 23


' so my whole
world is
the empty
house'
p. 28


' all the feelings
are dead
inside me
and i
want them
to be
alive.
p. 32


' and when he
catches me
off gaurd
and says
i love you
i catch him
off gaurd
and say i need your help'
p.34


Love Songs for Elizabeth, Diana
' I'm sure I lived without you
but I don't remember how'
p.35

' you are not the first girl
that I have fallen for
and I know I'm not the first girl
that you'd ever choose.
you are not the first girl
ti have led me to longing
but you could be the first girl
I don't manage to lose.'
p. 40

' I'm not good at relationships
I always manage to find the flaws
sometimes in others
but mostly my own.
I fortell the ending
then go create the cause
save myself
and end up alone.'
p. 41

' the last time I kissed someone
my heart felt this loneliness
I didn't know if I'd ever recover
if it was already too late.'
p.41

' SEE THIS SCREM- IT'S FOR YOU
SEE THIS HURT- IT'S BY YOU
SEE THIS MARK- IT'S FROM YOU
but you don't see, no you don't see'
p.51

On the Inside, Megan
' it is a horrible wonderful
thing to be in love with you.'
p. 55

'I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins
(this is the foolish refrain of the helplessly devoted.)
there are times I want to kiss you midscentence
undo the not-doing with one gesture'
p.55

'I bide my tim, pick at petals, play the good best friend.
you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you.
you don't recoignize the shape, offer other names
you say my time will come, and I hope'
p.56

My girlfriend is in love with Holden Caufield, Tyler
'And yes, Holden would keep those kids from
falling off the cliff, but WHO WOULDN'T? Does she think
I would just fold my arms or give them a pat on the back before they
sailed headfirst to the ground? We are all catchers and it's sad
that she doesn't see it.'
p. 61

Gospel, Gail
'I will admit this:
Lanie, Tracy, and I do not speak
up as often as we should.'
p. 71

'What we are saying is that we did see.
And what did we do?
we acted blind, and we moved on.'
p. 71

'Mostly his eyes are dead'
p.75

'Yes, he is dressed in darkness.
But my eyes are getting used to the dark.'
p. 77

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head, Jill
'and it is dark
and I am back with myself again.'
p. 91

'to be ther person you think I am.
the person worthy of your love.

but I'm not.
I do not deserve you.'
p. 91

'when you break someone's heart,
you also break your own'
p. 92

'you deserve someone who will turn her world for you,
someone who will give you sweetness.

I am unkind
I am that kind.

you say you do not see it.
you say I am to hard on myself.

but I have lived with myself for too many years
I know exactly how hard I am.'
p. 94

'I am so tired of the phoniness
especially my own.'
p.97

'you give me hope.
I debate whether I deserve it.'
p.98

Fragments, Anne
' to have your tomb preserved
and your story forgotten'
p.102

The day, Jamie
'go, I shouted, but I meant was the opposite'
p. 109

'hopefully, I tried to persuade her
hopelessly, I tried to persuade her'
p.110

Strong, Pete
' she wasn't just lose in space. She was space itself. Waiting to disappear.'
p. 123

'To get something, you must give something away.
To hold something, you must give something away.
To love something, you must give something away.'
p. 126

The Patron Saint of Stoners, Clara
'I know how to conjugate for laungauges
All the periods of Picasso
And all the reasons Jane Grey was beheaded
But I don't know where the hell
To find some pot.'
p.127

Your Sister, Elizabeth
'You were the sun, and I wasn't even the moon.'
p. 146

'When I get out of the principal's office
Andy is by my locker with flowers
he skipped seventh period to but.
He carries them on an oarnge plastic tray.'
p.150

Comeuppance, Cara
'YOU WEAR TOO MANY MASKS
was written over my locker the following day. This time
I had an answer. I thought, No, I only wear one.
p.158

'Being a bitch is easy. It's finding
the alternative that's hard.'
p.163

the grocer's daughter, Lia
'friendship with Jed, because
he is nice to me
flirtation with Michael, because
he was Korean and safe
fluster for Simon, because
he was not Korean and dangerous.
but non eof those other boys were
like this one.
nothing has ever felt so pure.'
p.168

Experimentation, Zach
'I don't know how the tide of Elizabeth
ebbed enough to show Meg standing on the shore.
But one day when Meg couldn't take it anymore,
She just put down Diana's guitar and walked away.
Diana asked me what was going on, and I didn't
have to say a word. She already knew, maybe
known all along. Now it showed.'
p.174

'I was a little nervous that Meg would go skittish on me,'
p.175

Unlonely, Karen
'What I Love (Three Examples)
Being myself
Being by myself
Flirting without consequenes
p.183

Escapade, Lily
'My parents have let him in
so he can take me
wherever we want to go.'
p.189

'I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without
speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show
up and tell me my moods are
azure
indigo
cerulean
cobalt
periwinkle
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more
like the color of a noon bright sky.
He brings the sun.'
p.190

'I love Jed, but am not in love with him.
It took us a little while to figure this out.
Puttin aside the fact he's as gay as the day is long,
it would be too easy to mistake what we have for desire.'
p.193

'I didn't want him to be hurt
I didn't want him to leave me.'
p.194

'I have spent years of my life sitting
in my room, creating defenses of
cynicism, darkness, and bleakness'
p.196

Possibility, Jed
'You think you know your possibilities.
Then other people come into your life
and suddenly there are so many more.'
p.207

'A year. A thousand kisses. And now
a thousand one, a thousand two.
There are so many places
we could have ended up, but I have to believe
none of them have felt this right.'
p.208

'I wrap my arms
behind me,
hold him.
We stand there,
breathing
together.

Moments into minutes.
Minutes into hours.
Hours into days.
Days into years.
Years into possibility.

This will linger.'
p.210

That's all folks. I can't form a complete scentence together well enough to jabber on more. Thank you to those who read this far.
Bye.

Group A

So, I suppose most people will skip this post, but wait.
This post is important.
I'm reading books that, well I'm reading books. And writing down qoutes from each. I'm doing them in intervules of four. On that note, I start with group A: Vampires.

Twilight
' "I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly." '
p. 87

New Moon
' "Marry me first."
I stared at him waiting.... "Okay. What's the punch line?"
He sighed. "You're wounding my ego, Bella. I just proposed to you and you think it's a joke." '
p. 540

' "Well, I'm nearly one hundred and ten. It's time I settled down." '
p. 540

Eclipse
' You are in trouble.... Enormous trouble. Angry grizzley bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home." '
p.149

' "What's the best part? You swallowing an entire cow whole?" '
p. 243

' "Amazing," Edward muttered. "How can someone so tiny be so annoying?"
Alice laughed. "It's a talent." '
p.268

' "That's a nice story," I said. Three pairs of eyes questioned my sanity. '
p.302

' "I want Carlisle to look at my hand. I think it's broken.... I punched Jacob," I admitted.
"Good"....
"I wish I'd hurt him"....
"I can fix that," he offered. '
p. 337

' "I'm proud of you. You must have put some force behind this."
"As much as I have." I sighed. "Not enough apparently." '
p.338

' Emmett grinned. "Fall down again, Bella?"
I glared at him fiercely. "No, Emmett. I punched a werewolf in the face."
Emmett blinked, and then burst into a roar of laughter. '
p.342

' "Gotcha," she said, and kissed his throat.
Jasper chuckled, shaking his head. "You truly are one frightening little monster."
The wolves muttered again. This time the sound was weary. '
p.396

' "Technically, I can't ever sleep with you." '
p. 455

' ... We'll go to Vegas- you can wear old jeans and we'll go to the chapel with the drive- through window. '
p.456

' "That's all right," he shrugged. "It can wait."
I sighed, "Show me the damn ring, Edward." '
p. 457

' "Well, even if she does get her way, we can keep it small. Just us. Emmett can get a clerical license off the Internet."
I giggled. "That does sound better." It wouldn't feel very offical if Emmett read the vows, which was a plus. But I've have a hard time keeping a striaght face. '
p.469

' I nodded, hoping my expression was tranquil enough to reassure him.
Alice shut the door in his face. '
p. 613

Breaking Dawn
' Oh well, I thought to myself. He was a vampire. after all. Maybe we were going to Atlantis. '
p. 77

' Life sucks, and then you die. '
p. 143

' I didn't have issues with my temper anymore. Except when it got in the way. '
p.156

' Get your furry butt back to La Push and do what Sam tells you to do. '
p.213

' "Seth could keep you warm, and he's probably easier to be around, happy little punk." '
p.297

' True. Am I less annoying than Paul now?
Amazingly... yes.
Ah, sweet sucess. '
p. 311

' "You nicknamed my daughter after the Lock Ness Monster?" I screeched. '
p.451

' My baby, the sea serpent. '
p.480

So that is it folks. Thank Stephenie Meyer for the qoutes. She can thank me for promoting her books. My next favorite qoutes is Group B: Favorites. Bye!

Randomosity

I don't really know what to say. I've been thinking about what I want to post latly. It's hard to decide. In a few weeks I'll play with qoutes, but I have to finnish the book I'm reading first.
Anyway, I've really been into knitting this week. Have you ever knitted? It is fun. At first I only started to distract myself, but I actually enjoy it.
Tonks has been really nice to me lately. It's been nice. She is offically a year old (I think).
I'm eating cookies right now. You'd think cookies would bore me by now, but they don't.
My hair is wet, and I am cold. I can't wait until summer when walking outside drys your hair.
Now, I'm gonna go now. Bye.

Sorry

Truely, I try and write about something every week, but never before I have really realized how boring my life is. I am also one of those blogs that has no real individual topic, so that limites me a lot.
I have also been relctant to write latly, for my mood hasn't been steller. I seriously don't think anything has been wrong with me though, and because I don't update freqeuntly enough anymore, I don't think anyone will check this in enough time to be seriously worried for tomorrow. Even so, I will take this precation and say that stress and winter together are not a great combination.
In all, my week has been bad since the burning of my cupcakes on Monday to the cruel tricks of Mother Winter today and tomorrow. I just love Minnesota weather.

No more 'Teddy-Weddy' with 'Piggy-Wiggies'

Well, there! My hair is all gone. Ok, not true. There's still some. In fact, more then I'd like to be there. But I'll survive.
In news Valentine's Day is at the end of this week and schools all over the nation will be celebrating Friday instead of Saturday. We will be celebrating Valentine's Day on Friday the 13th. Does that give anyone else a hint, or am I the only paranoid one here?
I spent my weekend writing, which was werid. I think I got a lot done. I also watched a TV show I've been trying to get through. Also good.
I bought a pretty good song this weekend. Have any of you peeps heard of La La Land by Demi (something)? The Jonas Brother's chick? I like how thoroughly ironic it all is. I don't usually buy Disney music, but I especially like this song.
Well, that's all really. I'm kinda bored so I'll prolly check my e-mail or something. Bye.

One, Two, Action

I made cookies tonight. Oatmeal Chocolate Chip. Nothing blew up.
I've been spending my day listening to music and writing my new book, which I have untitled "Gabe". It's a collection of short stories written by a girl going through life issues and how she and the people around her are handling it.
I'm also trying to write about sixty more pages of After It before summer starts. This is a very hard task to accomplish because I'm having problems figuring out what to write, though I know my characters Emily, Heidi, and Ryan will be played out more, as will my villains. Though this will be hard to accomplish I know every story (and after story) by heart, my only real problem is having the focus to put them on paper and translate them into the book I have lined out now, which will take some work. But I want my overall theme developed better then it is. I will probably also elaborate on Austin's story in the process.
So, seeing as I have a lot of work to do, I'll bid you adieu.

Angst

After a week, you'd think I'd have though of a good blog post to enter into "Mostly Madness"'s archives. Alas, I do not. I'm a little disappointed in my writing recently. Which is depressing. Nothing I do seems to be right at the moment. Nothing I write on paper, nothing I type up. Even ideas don't seem right.
Perhaps I'm over thinking.
Tonight was Star Wars Trivial Pursuit night. I'm proud to say I placed in 4th, mostly because if you can get into 1st knowing who "Expendable Admiral #6" is, that's pretty sad. The memorial question I was asked tonight was "What character did Princess Leia feed?" Now, this is the sad part. I knew the answer. It was an ewok in Return of the Jedi. The part that is really sad, is that this teddy bear creature had a name, which was Thicket, I believe. Now, how many people heard that creature's name in the movie? I'm guessing not a one until you read the fact just now (by the way, if you ever do get that question while playing Star Wars Trivial Pursuit is Thicket).
Now, I've been playing with names again, so I am going to write them down.
Kathryn Elizabeth Anne: Kat
Emily Hope: Emily
Millicent Memory: Mem
Tedmore Boyd (made entirely from family names, may I add): Boyd
Timulty Reed: Timmy
Lily Joy: Lil or Lily, still playing with that one
I do love playing with names like that and making up nicknames and stuff. These names include middle names (the first ones first name is Kathryn Elizabeth, Anne is the middle). These I hope to put as main characters in my next few books. Most of them are fairly normal, so that's good, less complaints to the few people who read my work first. The only three with any real pain name wise are the boys and the poor girl I branded 'Millicent' (which is an awesome name, may I add).
Anyway, I believe I have blabbered enough for one evening, goodnight.

151 and 44

My 151st post is all for the 44th president. Speaking of Obama, I did, indeed, watch him become the president, which, if you live in another country, consists of our president saying marital vows like he is about to marry the country, which I believe he did. On that note, I'm sorry for Michelle Obama who has to share her husband with the other women who is America.
I have to say I am a very liberal person, but it is still fun to make fun of how our political system works.
Like how the president's limo is a Ford. THAT is very funny to me. Especaially because its headlights aren't working properly.
In other news, (yes, there is more that happened to me today then my dear president) I can't play the viola. At all. I sound like a donkey who's high on whatever donkies get high on. This is not cool. My cat listened to me play intently for 30 minutes and when I asked her how I sounded she looked at me with a look that said, "you sucked even to my kitty ears, hunny".
Anyway, thank you America for letting a smart guy be president for the 1st time in 8 years. See you next week.

Time to Get Rolling

I figured it was about time to write something again.
This weekend I have been working on my book, which has been horrific, I have to say I really despise read-throughs (as I call them). I've been reading- through my last project (as I call my writing exercises) since about, October, I want to say. I'm only on chapter seven which is about page 49. Well, yeah, I still want to re-write the last scene in the chapter, so I still would be on it.
Most of this weekend has been on what I call "the flashback chapters". I wanted to work very hard on those because, even though I hate to admit it, they are the most important chapters in the book. This only bugs me because, well, its a flashback, it should really not be used except for explanatory purposes. I'm not saying it's not there for those reasons, because it is, but it also portrays important themes in the book as well as introducing a character that readers have already met, but they have to read until the last page to learn that that character is the one they met in the flashback and has real value in the plot at all.
In all, my weekend has been fairly boring and I hope to be able to write a much more epic post next week (the post will be on Tuesday night next week because of the four day weekend).

Up Up and... Wait, Is That a Quater? I Don't Have Iowa Yet, Is It Iowa?

Hello folks!
Well, I spent my weekend doing every little and my break doing even less.
Well, on to the mindless banter.
I'm straightening my hair tomorrow morning, which, for those who know me, will be interesting. I warn America now: if you see a girl with a scorch mark on her cheek, do not to feel sorry for her but for everyone around her because she, like me, am a danger to society.
In other news President William McKinley was assassinated by Leon Czolgosz about 4 months ago about 108 years ago. History is amazing is it not?
Can you tell I've been alone?
I can't wait to learn tomorrow. Hope to see you, if not meet you.

2008 Memorial Service

To tell you the truth, I spent hours trying to decide how I would begin 2009.
I can't truthfully say I came up with anything.
2008 was mostly a living hell for me, it was kinda depressing. Two big highlights (meaning good things) were probably receiving my kitten, Tonks, which was awesome. She's still cute, though not as small, as when I got her in late April. Another is going to Disney World with my sister, uncle, and cute little niece, Ro, who was Princess for a few irritating hours.
The more depressing bit of my life happened in late June when we heard my grandfather was dying of pancreatic cancer, which in September took his life.
Oh, right, to make this bit less depressing, I congratulate America for giving the Republican party only two more weeks of presidency and hoping they don't mess it up.
Ok, I'd write more, but I have this ginormous (thank God THAT'S a word now) paper cut like cut on my finger, making it hard for me to do anything (I say "paper cut like" because I have no clue how it was actually formed). So, goodbye until my second post of 2009.