Just Call Me George

Confirmation was yesterday night!!!!! So now I’m George. :) And I’m very happy. I was super nervous beforehand, but also excited, and it went very well. The bishop didn’t mess up my name (I was afraid he’d call me Georgia, but I don’t want to be anmed after the state, even if it is the feminine form. I wanted the saint’s name!) and I still smell like the oil they used a little bit. Mom likes the way it smells, so she kept leaning over and sniffing my forehead before dinner. I was smelling roses, becuase she got me some and left them in my room that morning so when i woke up i would be surprised. And she didn’t have to go to work yesterday because of the van’s breakdown. Yay! And I got to take a bubble bath. Ahhh. I also got a few presents: from Mom & Dad, a Holy Spirit necklace that is like the one Mom got when she was confirmed (which I didn’t know until after I’d asked for thi specific one, so kind of cool); from my sponsor, a Miraculous Medal (which I’ve heard of but never gotten one before), and a book with Mother Theresa’s writings (which I read the first chapter of last night– I like it already!) So yeah. And I feel good, and happy, and confirmed.  BTW, red is the Confirmation color, so that’s why I made this post red even though i thought of using neon green for St. Patrick’s Day. :P

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Just a Spoonful of Sugar…

Guess what? Ok, I know you can’t guess. Yesterday we drove past the place where I thought the box was, and my mom was like, “I don’t see anything…” so we kept on going (it was dark and raining, we weren’t about to get out and have a look). Then when we’re pulling out my dad’s like, “What’s it supposed to look like? Can it be a gray box?” and I’ve never seen one before so I was like, “Yeah, sure,” and he says, “Oh. There was one right over there in front.” So the next time Mom and I go by, I’m going to have a closer look and see if Dad was right. He is sometimes. He’s actually one of the smartest people I know. The problem is that he likes math and he took these extra math class things for his work, and so no if you bring up the subject he’s sure to have all the answers… even though all you need to do is multiply fractions and find what x stands for. Alas. Anyways…………………..                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            What else was I thinking about? Ah, yes. Confirmation. I’m actually pretty excited again (and I say again becuase there was a few days when I was feeling rather dejected due to the fact that I couldn’t find a dress that fit, was pretty but modest, and was not black.) now that the whole dress ordeal is working itself out. I mean, really, how many dresses do we need to be black, or black and white? It’s like a funeral. And what’s maddening is when you’re looking for something nice to wear but you keep stuff you like that’s more casual, and when you’re looking for something casual yu see a gorgeous skirt or dress or something.  Maddening, I tell you. But I’ll get off the whole shopping subject now, becuase it isn’t my favorite subject (don’t get me wrong, I love to shop. Just… not a lot.) and I have more interesting things to talk about that go with Confirmation. Like my invitations! Mom started making a prototype to see what i thought. I haven’t seen it yet, but I know she’ll do a really good job. And then there’s my party! I’m going to decorate with a picture of St. George at every table, since that’s my confirmation saint. Everyone I know from school was like, “But that’s a boy saint. I don’t think you’re allowed to pick him.” and I was like, “I can have whatever saint I want. And anyways, he picked me.” Becuase it’s true. [pause for a second here. I apologize for all the ‘and they were like…’ becuase I know I say ‘like’ too much but I think it’s actually imrpoving since I left school. I think. Well, I try at least.] And the retreat is coming up soon. Well, the one that all the confirmants (i think that’s right) are going to. That means people I know from school, the PSR kids of whom I have met two of them, and the girl was very nice but the boy was rather obnoxious, and me. I fit in neither category. So they better not split it that way. Or alphabetically. I hate alphabetical order. I really do. maybe when my best friend MissPrez becomes the president of the USA, she’ll eradicate it from our lovely country. And after that retreat, I get to have one that my homeschooled friends are doing for me. That one will definitely be really good.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                So I guess that’s all for now, folks. Ciao!

PS. The title has nothing to do with the post. I just felt like being random.  (…helps the medicine go down!) It’s from the movie Mary Poppins, remember? :)

My Favorite Things

My favorite color is yellow. I like to memorize nonsense poetry, like from Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and The Hunting of the Snark. The ‘Alice’ books are in my top favorite books, which is saying a lot since I read constantly. I also like fairies, but not Tinkerbell. At least not the one from the Disney movies. I guess the one in the book (it’s one of my favorites too) is okay. I like The Wind in the Willows, the movie, even though there’s no really good girl characters in it. I like my room. I like lemons. And yellow punchbuggy convertibles. I like horses and guinea pigs and spiders and blackbirds and owls and wolves and bears– but not grizzlies. I like staying up late. I like to talk. I like to hang out with my friends. I like to talk in a British accent and make up radio shows. I like being homeschooled even though this is my first year of it. I like reading and writing and stories. I like camping and big fires and chocolate and stars. I like woods and exploring and fallen logs and stuff like that to climb on. I like my family. I like the fort in our backyard. I like trees. I like the whole wide world. I like Italy and learning foreign languages. I like odd, strange, cool, interesting, and long words: take antidisestablishmentarianism, tintinnabulation, and just words that sound cool like ‘aloof” for example. I like playing Dutch Cards with my friend Miss Prez. I like sleepover and all-nighters. I like movies. I like The Thief Lord (a LOT, book and movie, but book the most.) I like being Catholic. I like St. George. I like Irish dance. I like playing the flute. I hope I’ll like being in a play (my first rehearsal ever is tomorrow, I’m an Indian in Peter Pan). I like to ramble on about nothing in particular. I like music, usually old stuff or stuff no one else really listens to, like Leeland and Sanctus Real and Rush and Spirit and ‘The Night Chicago Died’. I like making up dances to songs (once again, ‘The Night Chicago Died’). I like… a lot of things. Old fashioned things. New things. The whole entire universe. I’m easily amused and easily pleased, but I don’t give up easily on things I’m trying to do or get or find or catch.  

That’s most everything, I think. So now you know….. don’t you feel absolutely enlightened now?