… just to learn to be a parrot, and recite a silly rule! and if it means that it– OK, OK, i’ll stop now. I’ve made my point.
blarg. I am currently supposed to be doing something “prodcutive” such as history, but instead I am giving myself a short break to write here. Maybe just until my language tutor gets here. She is awesome. The language? ASL! Fun! Except I am terrible at fingerspelling. Well, I can spell it easily, but I can’t read it. I need someone to just stand in front of me fingerspelling passages from The Thief Lord so I can learn faster. I seriously have like the book and the movie memorized! Weird, I know. But I used to watch the movie like every day when I first got it, and I have read the book at least four hundred times.
So does not being able to work on my watercolor masterpiece.
But I will not complain….
Okay. Here’s what I was meaning to tell you. We went church-hopping on Sunday! We didn’t go to our regular parish, but instead went to mass at St. Thomas More. It’s like a block away so we could walk there if we wanted t, but it was very cold and about to rain, so we didn’t walk this time. It was a pretty good mass, not blargish and irritating like our other parish’s, but the one thing that bothered me was that they weren’t giving out the Precious Blood. They’re like paranoid about the swine flu or something.
OOOOOHH! SWINE FLU! I AM SOOOO AFRAID!!!
Can you tell I am feeling facetious? I mean really. Remember bird flu? ahh, we’re all gonna die from bird flu, wahwahwah!
There was no mass epidemic! The world did not end! The graveyards did not overflow!
But now people are all, oooooh, swine flu, blahblahblah, we’re all gonna die, wahwahwah. People are wearing masks everywhere! What is this, the plague? I mean, yeah, I totally want to get like a cold this winter and have some guy show up at the doorstep with a wheelbarrow… “Bring out yur dead! Bring out your dead!” This is not the Black Death for crying out loud!
Whoa. The wind is insane today. It’s both awesome and creepy. It puts me in a mood of fear, but at the same time feel all safe and cozy inside the house. It’s like a thunderstorm– those give me such a thrill. Except for when it was so crazy stormy, and Mom and I were trapped at Walmart or something. I was so creeped out, and the drive home was awful becuase you couldn’t see anything.
I think fall might be becoming my favorite season. Yay! It is very cool. Now all I need is a good bike ride with my trenchcoat on, and the wind in my hair… ahhh.
Slight problem, though: my hair is too in-betwen short and long so I won’t wear it down, I don’t own a trenchcoat, and I can’t ride my bike unless one of my parents is home, which they’re currently not.
Unfortunately my middle brother is. Hey! I have a new name for him. He’s ceased to be Iggy and has proved himself as… *drumroll*…..
The Artful Dodger! I call him Dodge for short, not Artie. Ha-ha, he would ate me forever if I even called him that once. I thought of the ame after watching Oliver Twist and then playing Sunlight and Shadows with the DHFs. It was da BOMB! Dodge and I rocked it. ;) Of course. Oh, and I call Bo Poncho now. Well actually I always have, and I don’t know why. But Dodge and I will always yell, “Panchiiitooooo!!” when we want him to come. Or we say, “here, Poncho! Here, boy!” Like he’s named after a rain poncho or something. Wow, we are sooo homeschooled. ;P
Oh! My language teacher just called, and she’s on her way here now. Ciao!
from the bottom of my <3 (as Allie would say),