It was a GROOVY cloud, man

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Driving from Dino Event Trois yesterday, we encountered some LUV-LEH weather. Meaning no, we did not have peachy-keen weather all day. Just for five measly hours. But then the clock strikes five o'clock and our pretty weather is UP. Hence, I shall try to describe to you as best I can this rather creepy phenomenon.

We casually leave Ye Olde Amish Candy Emporium only to be greeted by a simply GINORMOUS blue cloud. The color blue as in someone-spilled-ink-on-my-sheets color. So we hustle into the car and zoom down the interstate. And we drive, and we drive, and we drive, and guess what: we drive. And soon everything as viewed by my parents (who are in the front seat) is très belle, with nary a cloud in the sky. However, from the limited view of the back seat where my little brother and I are sitting, it is obvious that everything is NOT OKAY. I mean, gosh, I'm not even getting a sunburn from sitting by the window. And as we wait for cows to cross the road, I notice that the clouds are starting to form puffy rings with distinct borders, a characteristic of storms most often seen in Disney films. I'm sure you all are familiar with it. My mom chooses this moment to shout "OHMIGOSH I FORGOT MY LAUNDRY" because evidently, stopping at the aforementioned Ye Olde Amish Candy Emporium had slowed us down considerably.

Oops. Sorry, dry laundry.

But we watch the Disneytastic cloud until AN EYE FORMS. WITH BLUE SKY, GOLDEN CLOUDS, AND RAYS OF SUNSHINE. I AM NOT KIDDING. I WAS SERIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE BIRDS TO START CHIRPING AND ALL WARS TO CEASE. However, the birds stayed silent and I did not hear shouts of annoyance/relief from the houses with cable, so I assumed life was normal.

Then we drive on some more, and it becomes obvious that the clouds are stalking us. I'm not sure why this always happens. There was that one storm that came in on all sides and surrounded my house. That was creepy. And my mom is still freaking out about the laundry when I notice that the blue sky has become completely overrun and that half the sky is gray and the other side is I-spilled-ink-on-your-sheets-let-it-dry-and-then-repeated-a-couple-of-times blue. It is split around the eye, and THE CLOUDS ARE IN A WAVE SHAPE. Not hurricane, but have you ever seen marbled icing? Google Image it. And so, at 5:59 PM, the sky tires of holding lots of water and releases it onto our car dramatically, reminding me of the time my friend and I were stuck in the middle of a field in her neighborhood with nothing but a flimsy paper map. There was a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder and it began to pour, like in movies. Our map dissolved, and we got to her house soaked literally to the bone. I was calm throughout the entire thing, though. Oh, you beg to differ?

Anyway, the laundry was okay because most of it was under the eaves and so only a pair of my dad's pants got a splatter of rain on them. But I am so totally writing about this for a what-I-did-on-summer-vacation-paper.

Mah Problematic Kittehs

I LOVE my kittums. They are sweet little balls of cuteness on whom I dote upon. (*GASP* you already knew that?)

But they may have self-esteem issues.

Let's begin with Daisy. She's the supermodel kitteh. Very soft and fluffy. However, she has recently been sporting BLOODY SPOTS by her ears and on her cheek.

There is only one conclusion.

Daisy is cutting herself because she has bad self-esteem and feels that she must punish herself for, um, eating slowly or something. Yeah, that's it. Since her little brother, Periwinkle, eats quickly, she feels bad about herself. She simply does not realize what a pretty kitty she actually is.

Now for Periwinkle.

Perry does NOT have bloody spots and scabs on his face, but, as previously mentioned, he eats a lot. A LOT. As in, we had to buy a breadbox so he'd stop eating the bread/stealing it to take into the living room to nom it/licking our butter. He also breaks into his food jar every other day. He also throws up a lot. This usually occurs after he eats a lot. This has led me to an important conclusion.

Periwinkle is bulimic, meaning he has bulimia. He eats a lot and then throws up because he thinks he is "fat."

I am now waiting for my dog to turn anorexic. We have a vet appointment scheduled for soon, so he'd better stop eating before then.

[Please note: While my cats actually do throw up/have scabs on their face, I do not mean to make light of the disorders I mentioned, just to bring light onto them.]

Glasses--the contacts that make you look weird

Okay, I do not have perfect vision.

*sigh*

And I don't wear my glasses.

*irked sigh*

BUT I CAN STILL SEE.

Please explain why two of my teachers think I need glasses.

Okay, to one of them I explained that I don't like my glasses and they responded that it would make my vision worsen. But the other one? I DO NOT SQUINT AT THE BOARD. I have to keep my binder in my lap because I'm too short to reach it if it's on the table.


...sigh...

Anyway, I'll probably end up having to get contacts. I like seeing without depth perception, thank you very much. Wearing glasses gives me a headache. And it's like constantly watching a movie.

No, thank you.

My Clean Room!!!

Unfortunately, this means that I will no longer be able to use it as an excuse for getting out of potentially lethal social activities. Sigh.

My dresser and a corner of my curtains. You can also see some off my rather crummy bed. It has occurred to me that I should probably cite all photos as from my mom and sister. I NEED A CAMERA. This has semi-bad lighting; it was cloudy. Don't you just love how often I change the subject?


Here you can see my curtains and curtain rod in detail; also, paper flowers on a string that I got for my birthday. My mom made the curtains.

My lovely desk.


My bookshelf. I used to have, like, four shelves of books, but they're all in my sister's room now. Book stealer. }:( On the middle shelf, you can see my vast variety of magazines. Again, most of them are in my siblings' room. On the bottom shelf I have my intellectual stuff (government and geography books,) my notebooks, and my random craft stuff (see the Mad Libs?) all stacked up. You can also see my two French prints and my mirror-window.



There are more pictures, but these are the best. Unless you find horizontal shots of the carpet fascinating.

Pierced Ears

There's a funny story behind this. The moral being: Emma is ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS right. Unless she admits she's wrong, which she does gracefully and preferably with the listener accepting it kindly.

Not that that ever happens. Sigh.

My little sister wanted her ears pierced. Big deal, says I. Great. But you should get it at a piercing salon/parlor, because those guys have LICENSES to poke ears in your skin, which means they're good at it.

(Speaking of which: [Ha, ha, I'm going to use 'Speaking of Which' as another blog name. I have dibs on it, okay?] doesn't having someone put a needle through your ear sound gross? I may be biased, since I don't have pierced ears, but people also have holes pierced through them when they're crucified [which is when a criminal is attached to a cross by NAILS going through their hands and feet and left in the sun until the heat and pressure on their rib cage is too much and their lungs explode and they die, with their skeleton attached to this cross. Crucifixion was used to kill not only prisoners but a large group of rebelling slaves in Rome and they were hung alongside roads and left there, as a lesson. It was used as well to kill Christ. Just some info for ya. What, you were eating? Oops. . . .] and look how well that ends, um, ahem, DEATH. I mean, sure, it may be "pretty," but, come on, wouldn't you like that same earring attached to a stake in your wrist?)

Don't you love it that my parentheses gets its own paragraph? And that I used them in the reverse form of what is used in math?

Anyway. . . .

My mom acknowledges that that is a good idea (awesome, hello!) but says that she intends to "shop around" for other places.

Claire's: Out, after my mom saw a girl about 12 or 13 messing around with the ear-piercer-gun. We thought she was an undisciplined patron, but then we realized she was the ear piercer. Plus she wasn't doing a good job on the long line--but, most importantly, SHE NEVER CLEANED IT.

Doctor's Office: Out; "I'm sorry, we don't pierce ears here. However, ____ at ____'s Tattoos runs a real clean shop."

All Other Doctor's Offices: Ditto.

Jeweler's: See Claire's. Is also full of elderly people.

So, in conclusion, I was right. Not that anyone ever tells the story correctly, but. I told you that was the moral.

Update on Monday.

Ooh-la-la!!!!!!

Aw, first post, my chance to bore you. :D

There's nothing much to say, really, but that's just my laziness speaking. I like to have topics for my posts, so I can't really say anything that's not boring.

Hmmmm. . . anyway, thanks for helping me to brainstorm a name!!! Scones. . . nommmm.

I think I'll make a post after this. I'm just going on a monologue, aren't I?

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