Friday, November 12, 2010

Teletubbies' Salvation

What show have we been watching in our spare time? Hmm, I have no ide-TELETUBBIES, due to Peter's recent reminiscences. When Laura was little, Teletubbies was literally her salvation. Laura was small and pliable, and the overlord sun-infant was always there to help her. Not that she was obsessed--thank goodness no--but an hour or so of Teletubbies always helps, yes? Unfortunately, we can only find A Teletubbie Christmas I & II and "Blue Sky" where they explore colors. ('And that's important, it's like their race,' says my mother. MOTHER, says me.)

Of course, I am the one searching for our Disney Princess computer games. Cinderella castle design and find-the-object-that-links-to-clothes-princess-game are TOTALLY FUN.

I have become weirdly fascinated with my blister. It irks me, but I don't want to do anything to it. Ugh.

Ta-ta and teletubbies! (BEST GAMES EVER!!!)

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Injuries, (law)suits, and reviews

If I've said this once, I've said it a million times--this blog is one part cats, one part my brother, and one part pain.

Due to a school project, I decided to look at all of the nauseating reviews for some of my favorite books. Then I noticed that whilst the reviewers were significantly different, their reviews were significantly SIMILAR. Does one read a review to write a review?

I have injured myself. I have a large, gross, and didn't-stop-bleeding-for-a-long-time gash on my left index finger. On my right hand, I have a blister on my thumb and a blister on my index finger--from, sigh, sharpening crayons. It's embarrassing. I have greatly decreased the number of band-aids in my house, but not as much as the time I covered all of my mosquito bites last summer.

SKIRTS ARE STILL IN AND THEY ARE GETTING LONGER!!! YAY!!! Since right now the 50's are in style, I figure it's only a matter of time until we reach the 1900's!!!

~Happy Veteran's Day! Thanks to everyone who has ever served.~

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Horror, among other emotions

Dutifully and STUPIDLY, I signed up for snack duty for my church class. This has caused me SO MUCH PAIN. Now we have lemon poppyseed muffins, chocolate chip pumpkin bread and a jug of juice (to which I was like, COME ON, we're much too old for juice).

And of course, I do not want to be there when the snack is eaten.

Me: I have a temperature.
My mother: Emma. . . .
Me: I'm going to faint.
My mother: *walks away*
Me: *yells* I CAN'T GO!!!
My mother: *folds laundry*

Yes, I am scared of food and its eaters. Sue me.