A rant about siblings

I don't feel like going to school tomorrow... Can I start the weekend over please? 
No Abby. 
PLEASE? 
No Abby. The week must go on! 
Can't it go on later? 
Nope. 
Ugh. I guess school's coming whether I like it or not. 

I was trying to imagine what it would be like to be an only child or have only a couple siblings. In some ways, that would be nice. I'd get my own room, I wouldn't have to put up with the little ones complaining or having them crawl all over me when I'm trying to read, OR have them race into the house screaming when I'm trying to do my homework. 

But I'd miss having them here. Even though they can be annoying sometimes, I'd miss coming home and having Ronnie smile and say "Abbyyyyyyyyyyyyy!". And singing/listening to ridiculous songs with them in the car. And seeing a stuffed cat shoved into the tree by either Ronnie or Lilian (I'm not sure who did it). 

If I didn't have my sibs, I wouldn't be able to listen to Blaze and Penguin laugh as I fail miserably at sports. Or do Lilian's hair. Or have longs conversations with Blaze about books I've forced him to read that he eventually ended up loving. (He claims I bribed him, but I did no such thing.) Or help Penguin plan spy missions. Or listen to Mary Rose complaining about how tired she is and can I PLEASE stop reading and turn out the light? Or listen to Lilian and Ronnie sing T.V. show theme songs they've memorized by heart (its amazing, you  should hear them!). 

Then I tried to imagine what it would be like to have like eleven or twelve siblings like some families I know. For example, I know this one girl who has over twice as many siblings as I do and every time I go to her house its so much fun. They all pull pranks on each other and laugh and are super crazy and awesome together. 

What I'm trying to say is, siblings are really awesome and I can't imagine my life without any of mine. Some people don't appreciate their siblings. They don't appreciate that God gave them these people, and yeah, they can be annoying, but they're your family. If someone gives you a gift, lets say an iPod, you get excited and happy, right? And you say thank you, right? And you take care of the iPod, right? Well siblings are a gift to, and they're a gift from God. And siblings are wayyyyyyy more important than an iPod. So if you would take care of the iPod and appreciate the gift, why would you not take care of and appreciate your siblings who are from God, who is so above that person who gave you the iPod? 

Ok, I think my rant is over. 

--Abby

Artsy stuff

Me, sleeping with my pyramid of books

I got the app!! Like, five minutes ago! But Penguin's hogging the iPhone so I can't use it... But once I do, prepare for an influx of pictures done by moi!



--Abby

How awesome are gel pens

Today my friend and I had way too much fun with gel pens. Like, more fun than would be expected, considering they're gel pens. Basically, if you're bored and have some gel pens you don't mind ruining (and you're don't mind having your clothes slightly stained), then heres a recipe for instant weird-fun: 

• Grab a gel pen (colorful is preferred and more interesting) 
• Take it apart until you have the middle part with the ink.
• Take off the tiny cap 
• Grab a piece of mechanical pencil graphite (is it graphite? I think it's graphite) 
• Stick the graphite (?) into the ink thingie until you hit the gel (not the ink, the gel on top) 
• Play with the gel for a mo for the heck of it. 
• Stick the graphite all the way down to the ink and watch the ink mix with the gel. 
• Swirl and have fun with your new and improved gel pen!  

My blue gel pen is never going to be the same again, but it was totally worth it! I don't recommend doing this to all your gel pens; you do need some to make pretty, colorful doodles and whatnot. But if you have a color you don't like, either do this yourself or give it to me so my friend and I can re-live the moment. 

(And if you're reading this, friend-I-shared-this-moment-with-whoes-name-will-go-unmentioned, I'm still laughing inside XDDD) 

Progress reports went out today. I didn't get one, which is a good sign; my teachers only send one out if your grade is C average or lower. I did, however, see my Theology grade: 101.5%!!!!!!!!! I went over 100%!!!!!!!! 

Art class is still great. I got bored with my shell picture and moved on to another picture, which I think is pretty much finished. Its a cross with the Bible and the Sacred Heart. I like doing the Sacred Heart because I like drawing the fire on top. Its more abstract and easier for some reason. 

In piano, Blaze and I are preparing for a holiday performance we're going to do in December. Blaze is doing Away in a Manger and I'm doing We Three Kings. I'm pretty excited, actually, I've never done a musical performance before. Every performance I've done has either been acting or dance, so this should be interesting. 

I really feel like drawing, so I think I'll go do that. I haven't gotten the app yet, so, sadly, you may have to put up with some more of my art-that-I've-taken-a-picture-of-and-posted. 

Sorry... 

--Abby

Yet another post

Hey guys--

I'm not actually sure what to post about so give me a sec to think...

*thinks* 
*thinks harder* 

I'm re-reading The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan because its awesome! Actually I opened to a random page and started reading from there cuz thats how I re-read. 

Hey, Abby, ever heard of re-reading from the beginning of the book? 

*gasp* That's a thing??? 

What sorcery is this???

I have a plan now guys!!! (oh boy, you think, here it comes...) Heather, from quiet-insanity.blogspot.com was kind enough to give me the name of the app she uses for her drawings, which happens to be Sketchbook Pro for the iPad. Seeing as I don't have an iPad, I'm going to get the one for the iPhone. I think. If I have $2 handy. 
SO what this means is, you shall no longer have to suffer with my art that I've taken a picture of and posted. I think. Hopefully. If I have $2 handy. 

Ever have those moments when you're talking with a friend and then you both suddenly burst out laughing? I had that today. Ever realize how amazing friends are? I had that today. XD 

In aerial today, I combined two of the most terrifying drops: waterfall and frog drop (also known as elevator drop). It was so scary!!! I messed up and wrapped it wrong or something so I was stuck and I was like twenty feet in the air and so I had to get into these weird positions to untangle myself and UGH it was scary. 
Also, when I was doing the star drop, I accidentally let go of the "dead end" (the slack at the bottom of the silk that basically keeps me secure) as I was dropping. THAT is the WORST thing you can do in  star drop. I mentally punished myself and my instructor gave me a tip so as that never happens again. 

Today was not my day. 

I'm going to go eat now. 

--Abby

I almost met a celebrity. Almost.

Remember when I went to the Hollywood Bowl? Yes, the one in Hollywood. Well APPARENTLY, my friends car was parked right next to Laura Marano's car. So my friend and her carpool were stalking Laura Marano and why was I not there?? I was in a different carpool. "Stalking" might actually be an exaggeration... They were watching her in their car, I guess, secretly, without Laura knowing.... Ok, I guess it is stalking. 

Also, my ability to check out books from our local library has been put on hold, because they claim I turned in books that were damaged or late or something. 

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS??? I can no longer check out books until I pay a fine. 

I don't know what to do with my life anymore. 

Yesterday I was in Santa Barbara and we went to this fancy furniture store. Weird fact about moi: I strangely get hyper in furniture stores. At least in this one I did. Maybe not in all furniture stores... Anyways, I was kinda crazy. I sat in what felt like a million recliners (they were so comfortable! I could have slept in them!), couches, chairs, etc. I found this one couch that was insanely high, and right across from it was a couch that was insanely low. I sat on the insanely low one and found a round, red, heavy pillow with roses on it. It wasn't so heavy that you can't throw it though. So I tossed it into the air and caught it a couple times to see how high I could through it up with its weight and all until the employee started giving me funny looks. 
Then we went to this awesome seafood restaurant. In the restaurant there was a giant fish tank with live fish in it. It seemed kinda ironic to me, but maybe I'm the only one who feels that way. 
I got a bowl of Boston clam chowder, which is what I usually get at seafood restaurants. I love love love Boston clam chowder! I also got fries because fries are the best. 

Recently, Mary Rose got this mini-aquarium with these fake fish in it that actually grow. You basically treat them like real fish (changing their water, etc.). They even have names now. 

Meet Elliot and Squishy! 

They're not supposed to be this huge... They started out pretty tiny. I hope they don't get any bigger 'cause they might get too big for the tank. 

Penguin says we should put a real fish in there... "like a tadpole" he says. 

Penguin, tadpoles aren't fish. 

--Abby

I finished!!

OMIGOODNESS.

ITS THE WEEKEND.

WOW, I LIKE CAPS.

Ok. I think we're good...

NONONO WE'RE NOT. XD I'M SORRY BU I'M STUCK IN CAPS MODE.
WAIT LET ME SEE IF I CAN SWITCH.

*struggles to flip giant switch on the wall*
*flashing lights and buttons and stuff*

Ok, I'm back to normal. Ish.
Don't worry, I was in caps mode for a reason. I try to refrain from going into caps mode if theres no apparent reason for it.
Anyway, guess why I was in caps mode!

Loki came by. 
I went on an adventure with Percy and Annabeth. 
I got a life-time supply of tea. 

NOPE!
(Oh shoot, now I'm in caps/exclamation point mode)

I FINISHED MY STORY!!!! LAST NIGHT. THE ONE ABOUT CLAIRE. REMEMBER CLAIRE?

*sigh* But now that I finished, I'm not working on any stories. I have a ton of ideas, like this one about a family in ancient Rome... Or a Star Wars one (like a re-write kinda)....
YOU SHALL LIVE ON FOREVER CLAIRE BROOKS.

Ha. Remember this?

I still need a scanner. Anyone got a scanner? I might have to go get one at this auction I'm planning on attending in Asgard. It's their first one ever, I hear! PLUS if I get a scanner from Asgard it's going to be some magical scanner with a GPS, pixie dust, and a coffee maker.

  #hyperness

--Abby

Latin class is awesome

My latin teacher, Mr. Z., does this thing with his students where he gives them animal names. Today while we were taking a quiz, he worked on our names. It was a little intimidating, actually. You'd look up and he'd be staring at you, trying to figure out what animal you are. But he is really good with giving people animal names. When he announced our names, I kept thinking, wow, that animal name totally fits that person! 

So allow me to introduce myself. 

Drumroll please... 

...

Red-wing blackbird!! 
And if you know me and what I look like, doesn't it fit??? 

This is me, aren't I pretty? XD

Some others were Lynx, Coyote, Panda Lily, Koala, etc. Basically we spent the whole class laughing our heads off and I think the class next door secretly took videos and pictures of us... But we noticed so it wasn't much of a secret. 

This was a short post, but I should really get off the computer. 

--Abby

"Baby it's warm outside..."

I wish I could teleport. If I could teleport I would go to Italy, fist of all, I've always wanted to go to Italy. Then maybe Paris. Then I would teleport to my family on the East Coast where it actually feels like fall is coming. Cold weather, puffy sweaters, fires, rain.... All I'm getting here is a drought. Hot, humid weather that makes me feel sticky and gross at night. Even with the window open, nothing comes in except more hot, humid weather. Blah. I keep thinking about that weather out east, red and orange leaves, biting wind....
Oh boy, I feel an impromptu poem coming on yet again: 

I Am Here by moi

I open the door and there stands a man
A tall man with flaming orange hair
A bright man with a yellow scarf
A smiling man with ring-of-fire eyes
And I say "Yes? How may I help you?" 
The man tilts his head, wind whipping through his hair
Which is strange, because it wasn't windy 
He looked young, yet I could tell he was old
As old as the calendar 
Maybe older
And he said, "My dear, Summer has left
Did he not depart from your home but a week ago? 
Oh, a year has past since I was here
I shall stay 'till Winter
Makes her way 'round
And brings her dear brother, Mr. Frost. 
When the critters see me, they store up for Winter's arrival
For she brings a dainty hand and a cold snap
That could but take the lives of these poor creatures.
But no! I am here as a warning for them.
I say, 'Winter shall come! So prepare!
I am here!' 
I am here to play with the children
As they leap into my arms of leaves,
I am here to cause trouble
As I blow your hats away with my gentle breath. 
I am here to bring young ones back to school
As I welcome them through the doors of knowledge. 
Oh, I am here to bring so many things! 
But really, I am only the opener for Miss Winter and her brother, 
But I suppose someone must go before her. 
So, no, my dear, you don't have to help me. 
I am here to help you." 

Whoa. That was longer than I thought it would be! I need to start writing poems that rhyme. I had fun creating Autumn's character while writing this. He's sort of mischievous, bold, not afraid to admit that he's not as important as Winter; in fact, he's proud of it. 

In art, I finished my design of Mary, which did not come out as bad as I thought it would. I struggled soo much with her hands though... I put it aside and did another one, this one I'm already quarter-way though because it's much simpler. It's a chalice with the Sacred Heart above it and a shell in the background, symbolizing the shell of baptism. I can't exactly take credit for all this, someone who was sitting next to me gave me the idea for the shell. And kind of the chalice... But the Heart was all me, so I didn't completely steal his idea. And PLUS he said I could do it because he wasn't going to do it after all. So yeah; all mostly partly my idea. XD
I think next art class I'm going to work on the main stain glass window. We're all supposed to come up with a design for one on tracing paper, and if you've already finished yours you can a) make another or b) help with the big window we're working on. Which is made of wood and tissue paper. But it looks really really good so far! I think we're almost done with it because my teacher started another and we're cutting out all the shapes and stuff for it. 

I still have two stickers. But that will soon change! I'm going to fill out some slips and give them to my teacher tomorrow. I no longer can walk down the hall and wilt as I pass the chart. 

...

Blaze came up to me a second ago and showed me all the books he's going to fill out slips for. He already has seven stickers and by tomorrow he's going to have like fifteen. 

Oh, the pain... 

--Abby

I danced last night. No surprise there.

I found out that my personality type is INFJ.

Last night was the back-to-school dance. Some people don't like dances, and I am not one of those people XD. I danced a lot, most of my friends were there, I was dared/forced to dance with one of my teachers by one of my friends, Blaze's friend and I eventually got Blaze to dance with a girl, and naturally, my feet hurt by the end. 

"Ain't no mountain high enough..." 

I really like dances for some reason. Some people cannot stand them, and sometimes I get that. And then, sometimes I don't. 

In other news, my school is doing this thing where they keep track of how many pages you read over the year, and how many you read over the summer, and even over the last school year. In the hall, they have this chart with everyone's name on it and next to your name they put a mark or a sticker next to your name for every 100 pages you read (I think it's 100 pages...). I found my name. There were two stickers. 

TWO. THIS IS INSULTING. 

I guess its my fault, you're supposed to bring in slips with the information of the books you've read and I haven't been doing that. It's hard, because most of the books I've read were from the library so it's going to be difficult to get the information and such. 

Today's the first confirmation class of the year. It's my second year so next May I'm getting confirmed! I don't know what exactly happens when you get confirmed. No one has explained to me yet. What does the bishop do? What's the process? 
WHY IS NOBODY ANSWERING THESE VERY IMPORTANT QUESTIONS????
I know what happens to you; you are sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit and are strengthened in your Christian life. But what happens physically? 
I probably sound like rotten Catholic for not knowing these things. SOMEONE ENLIGHTEN ME PLEASE! I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THESE THINGS. THESE THINGS ARE KINDA IMPORTANT SO IF YOU DON'T MIND I WOULD APPRECIATE IT. THANK YOU. 

I need to stop posting and go do my logic homework. 

--Abby

I have about ten songs stuck in my head

School got out an hour or so ago and already I have half of my homework done. Huzzah! 

This was me this morning: 

Standing on the stool and throwing my arms out dramatically: 

"Though you're no queen of Sheba
for worlds I'd not replace 
your su-u-u-u-u-uny, funny face!" 

Brushing my teeth: 

"Traditio-o-o-o-o-o-on, tradition!" 

Washing my hair: 

"When you're a jet you're a jet all the way 
from your first cigarette to your last dying day
When you're a jet you're the swingingist thing
little boy, you're a man
little man, you're a king!"

Making lunch: 

"Look for the 
Bear necessities, those simple bear necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife 
I mean the 
bear necessities, those mother natures recipes 
that bring the bear necessities of life!" 


Would you care to know why I was feeling particularly musical this morning? 

Oh, did Loki, Olaf, Sherlock, Miri, Percy, and Elizabeth Bennet take you on a wild, musical adventure with dragons and pegasus and did you get to fight Luke and solve mysteries and go to balls and meet Elsa and rule Asgard and stuff? 

Ha. 

I wish. 

Thats an odd collection of characters. 

But thats not why I was singing. 

Two words. 

...

HOLLYWOOD BOWL!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Last night was high school cultural night out and we all went to the Hollywood Bowl to listen to Beethoven's Ninth and some music from West Side Story, which is one of the best movies out there. If you have not seen it; SHAME! 
It was so awesome though! We had pretty good seats. We got there at 6:00 P.M. and the show started at 8:30 P.M. so we basically ran around for two and a half hours. You can see the Hollywood sign from where we were sitting. I've only seen it a couple of times before. To those who have never seen it; it's not super impressive. It's smaller than you might think. 
(I hope I didn't kill anyone's dreams of seeing the Hollywood sign. Mea culpa, mea culpa...) 

My friend and I were actually talking about the Hollywood sign when we were there. The D at the end is a bit far away from the O and it bugged us a little. (My friend is a little bit O.C.D. about these things;) 
But the sign is cool. It's definitely worth seeing. 
The whole experience of being at the Hollywood bowl is absolutely amazing. It was HUGE! We ran around and were crazy, then ate and listened to the music. Which was.... I can't even describe how awesome it was. The music floating around us, the stage, the hills, the Hollywood sign looking down at us..... I can't. I can't describe. Its impossible. 
But there were these lights in the hills that would flash like every two seconds which was distracting, and there were helicopters flying around shining search lights into the hills and stuff. It's L.A. What're you going to do. 

Anyways, now I'm thinking of movies. Maddie, my cousin, and I love old movies; Funny Face, The Thief of Bagdad, West Side Story, Top Hat, Sabrina, Swing Time, Shall We Dance, the list is endless. We absolutely LOVE Fred Astaire and Audrey Hepburn, so we were really excited when we discovered the movie Funny Face which has both of them. 

I completely and totally recommend any of his movies and any of the movies I listed above. He does a lot of movies with Ginger Rogers, who is another one of my favorites. 

I'm running out of things to say. Go to the Hollywood Bowl if you ever get the chance and the next time you feel like watching something, try one of the ones I mentioned because they are awesome!! 

--Abby

Heaven is for real!!!

Last night I saw Leave It To Psmith, preformed by local high schoolers. I knew most of the actors, and they all did amazing!!!!! I didn't actually get into bed until 11:30-ish, so I was so reluctant to get out of bed for school this morning, but it was totally worth it! I want to act now. Maybe I'll be in the school play this year... I love going to plays, and I love being in plays too.

Back to Leave It To Psmith. The guy who played Freddie was awesome, so was the girl who played Miss Peavy! The girl who played Freddie's mother (I can't remember her name) was perfect for the role; she had a high pitched voice and everything. Then, of course, there was Eustace. Who was fantastic. 

Wow, I almost forgot Psmith. He was great! The guy who played him did wonderfully! 

Naturally, I was tired today. So was everyone else who had gone. But it was worth it! 

Today I had my first art class! It was great, if you're wondering. We're making stained glass windows for the chapel (with wood and tissue paper XP) and we're each supposed to come up with a design. I spent most of the time deciding what my design should be. I was going to do the Sacred Heart, but then this kid next to me pointed out that we already had a stained glass window of the Sacred Heart. So then my friend randomly pointed at a picture of Mary and said, "Do this one." She wasn't serious, but the class was almost over and I didn't have anything, so I settled on that. I'm hoping it comes out okay. 

Hmm, lets see... 

I was reading one of Shannon Hale's books, and she used the phrase, "the blue shadow." For some reason, this stuck with me. Do you ever get that? Like, sometimes you hear something and it slaps you in the face and shouts, "Hey, look at me!! I'm really cool and different and you need to pay attention to me!!!" Have you ever heard anyone describe a shadow as "blue"? And yet, when you think about it, it's really true. 

Ok, my dad told me this really intense story. He has this friend who used to work for him who has been suffering from cancer. Today, he came to my dad's office and told him a story: 

Nine months ago, he was having surgery. The doctors had to basically remove his neck and replaced it with skin from his thigh and his arm (gross) and he died during the surgery for five minutes. And he remembers everything. He remembers being surrounded by angels. He met the archangels and everything. He was running across a gauntlet towards the gates of Heaven and devils were attacking, trying to reach him before he reached the gates. The angels around him were protecting him from the attacks. He wasn't in Heaven. He said that he doesn't think that you could be able to see the Beatific Vision and then return to this body. My dad asked if he thinks the gauntlet was Purgatory, but he doesn't think so. Now, he's writing a book about it and helping all those who are suffering from a disease. 

...

WORDS DON'T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW COOL THIS IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN YOU PICTURE THAT??????? RUNNING ACROSS A GAUNTLET WITH ANGELS SURROUNDING YOU AND DEVILS ATTACKING YOU AND THE GATES OF HEAVEN SO CLOSE??????????????????????????????? I WOUND'T WANT TO COME BACK TO LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I'm..... I'm.......

I don't know what to say anymore. 

--Abby

Oh boy, another poem

Hi!

So I changed the background. Ta-da! I was getting really bored of the other one.

I actually wasn't planning on posting, so lets see if I can throw a post together.

Hmmm.

OH. For English, we're studying Anglo Saxon riddles and over the weekend we had to write one ourselves. But writing a riddle in Anglo Saxon is waaaaay too complicated (it doesn't even sound like English!) so we had to write it in Anglo Saxon style: no rhyming (yes!), no meter (yes!!), and fancy, imaginative, details (YES YES YES!!!). I'm kind of excited. XD

Heres what I came up with:

Swiftly singing, I whisper secrets. 
Ice-cold fingertips brushing by. 
Turning lips from rose red to blue, 
Laughing lightly, I run and play. 
'Leaf-weaver' they laugh. 
I skip and sway along the road. 
Happily tugging at hair, blithely taunting. 
But others can say they have seen me wild. 
With rain, with lightning, with howls, they have seen. 
Moaning at doors, calling through cracks, 
Sobbing at windows, whistling at chimneys, 
Pleading, weeping, pounding, they've seen me. 
As I cry to be let in, given some warmth, 
On this rainy night, I beseech you, I beg. 
Then the rain stops, then singing, they say,
Takes place of it all, my pleasant music, 
As soft and as haunting as a child's cry.
What is my name? 


Can you guess what it is? If you think you know, leave a comment. Blaze read the first two lines and guessed right, so it shouldn't be too hard... This is the first draft and I might make some changes. Scratch that, I'm definitely making changes. Later.

Tomorrow is my first art class! I'm so excited! My teacher is a really awesome artist.

I believe Ronnie and Lilian are having a little kerfluffle.
(Kerfluffle
 noun
 a fight, argument, or mess-up of any kind) 
I'd better sort things out.

--Abby

Blah. Sometimes I write sad stories.

I wrote this story one day when I was really sad about something. I was kinda feeling random and sometimes, when I'm sad, writing a sad, random story helps.

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   She hugged her knees and rocked back and forth. Soft, afternoon light came into the dance studio through the dusty windows. Her pink tights were stained with tears and her worn-out point shoes sat beside her. Somewhere in a corner, water was leaking from the ceiling. Every once in a while she heard a drip that echoed throughout the dance studio.
   No one danced. No one was there except her.
   She allowed another tear to fall and looked at the drawing. It showed a woman, hair pulled back into a loose bun, brow furrowed, lips pressed together, eyes looking off into the distance.
   They had all said it was ugly. She thought it was beautiful.
   But it didn't matter.No one cared about what she thought.
   She thought about the woman in the drawing. She looked curious, maybe, or a little bit frusterated. Or lost.Or concerned.
   She scowled at the drawing. What was the woman looking so intensly at? Why does everyone say the drawing is ugly? Why does life have sadness in it?
   She thought about this. Sadness is everywhere, she thought, you can't avoid it. Life has tears, life has red, puffy eyes, life has wet faces.
   But what else does life have?
   Life has smiles. Life has sparkling eyes and laughter. Life has love.
   But life isn't everything. There's death. What does death have? More sadness.
   But death isn't everything either.
   She picked herself up and grabbed her point shoes. Slowly, she began to dance. There was happiness in her movements. And there was sadness. There was beauty and there was ugly. There was life. There was everything in her.
   But most of all, there were smiles. And there were tears.

   Just as there always will be.
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Basically, what this story is trying to say is there is sadness in life. There are mistakes to be made, there are tears to be shed. But you shouldn't let that sadness take over.Yes, we are all sad at one point or another in our lives. It happens. There's no escaping it. But sadness is no fun. We should always try to pick ourselves up and wipe away the tears.
I was going to write a sentence about how there's no such thing as "I can't." But that would be lying. A lot of people tell themselves that "can't" isn't a word to motivate themselves. And if it works for you, great. But, to me, "can't" is a word. A big word. I can't be a perfect Catholic, or student, or dancer, or writer, or  sister, or person! It's because I can't. I'm human, and humans mess up. Only to God does the word "can't" not exist, because He can! He is perfect. Nobody else.
That leads into the next point in the story, about life and death. Life and death aren't everything. Theres Heaven and theres Hell, which are real. They're as real as the ground below your feet, or as real as the clothes you're wearing. So, live your life wisely. Because, this isn't everything. You don't need to be a famous actor, or athlete, or writer, or artist, or anything like that to be great. People say to follow your dreams. Yes, of course, but don't let your dreams get in the way of whats important, because this life isn't all there is to it.

*Whew* I'm glad I got that off my chest! Thanks for putting up with me and my rants and such.

--Abby

Happy September!

I had so much homework today!! Ugh, it's only the fourth day of school, too. My assignment in history was to write a short story, and I'm debating on whether or not I should post it or not...

I think I will. It's about two archeologists 2,000 years into the future. Basically the backstory is: World War III happened and everything got blown up so we all had to move to the moon and forgot all about our culture and technology and stuff and then, 2,000 years from now, these two archeologists came back to earth and came upon the ruins of my school.

o.O

I know its weird, but we can pretend its not weird for like five minutes, right?

I also wrote a story yesterday, but I'll share that with you another time.


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   "What is this?" my partner asked. It was some sort of circular device with digits. 
   "I don't know," I replied. "But we know that the inhabitants 2,000 years ago had numerals, I think. See those little arrows? Maybe they used this to tell time." 
   My partner picked up something else. "This is a statue of a lady," he said. "Do you think they dressed like this back then? With veils and fabrics like that? What's the circle thing around her head?" 
   I took the statue. "I don't know if they dressed like this or not. But see how her hands are together like that and her head is down? Maybe she's worshipping someone or something. But she seems... radiant, I guess. And there's a crown on her head. Why would she be worshipping if she has a crown?" 
   My partner pondered this. "Maybe she's not worshipping." 
   "But it's obvious she's worshipping. What else would she be doing?" 
   "Well, then I don't know. Let's study it again later." 
   The two of us looked around a bit more. I found a string with sixty beads on it and a cross. We found a large box with old, rectangular buttons. When you pressed the buttons, sound came out. But the instrument was out of tune, or broken, or both. 
   At the end of the day, we looked over our discoveries. 
   "So," my partner said. "We know they had music." 
   "And they were religious in some way," I said, looking at the statue we'd found. 
   "And they had a system for telling time." 
   "And they had numerals." 
   We gathered our finds and left, eager to find out more about life 2,000 years ago. 

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In case you haven't figured it out, the first item was a clock, the statue was a statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary, third was a rosary, and fourth was a piano. 

This is not as good as some other stories I write. I guess when I write for school, (unless English class) the fact that this is for school, not for fun, hangs over my head and I don't write very poetic-ly with the fancy words, and the details, and the fancy details, etc. I could write something like that if I wanted to, but my hands were hurting by the time I started doing my history homework. XD

In other news, GUESS WHO GOT INTO ART CLASS AND PRO-LIFE CLUB AT SCHOOL???????????? ME!!!!!! Yay! 

In more other news, it's Blaze's twelfth birthday tomorrow and (shh) I still don't have his birthday present. I'm a horrible big sister when it comes to birthday presents... But I'll get him something. 

Penguin is bugging me because we have to go clean the sunroom. So, I bid you aideu! 

--Abby