Great Depression; Sadie's Story

       Hey guys! I know some of you have probably already read this, but I wanted to share it here so that I will always have a permanent copy. It was a school history assignment; to find a photo from the great depression and create a 5 paragraph story to go along with it that shows a more in depth look at the great depression. I made up the idea to do different perspectives and times. There might be some small typos I didn't catch. I did use Corn, Oklahoma as a location for two reasons. One, it was a struggling place during this era and two, my grandma lives there. Shout out to Meemaw!! Enjoy.

                                                             OKLAHOMA CITY, OKLAHOMA        2:30 AM

                                                                                      Sadie                                                        

           Sadie looked at the sky. Her face stared with wide brown eyes that were so deep you get lost in them. She could almost remember the constellations, the exact spot of the stars, and even the stories her father used to tell about them. Her particular favorite was one about a little girl who discovered she could fly. One day the little girl ran away from home to fly around the world. Every time she was lost she looked to the stars, and when she finally returned home, she told her stories to the stars through constellations to show her gratitude. Sadie closed her eyes. The thought brought her back to the farm she was raised, laying on the field, dreaming of her future. The thought also brought her tears. The world was so small then.

         That night, even looking away from the sky, Sadie couldn’t sleep. She’d tried everything, racked her brain of any thought, but could not sleep. Her job was to get a job. How could that have seemed so simple before? And then it hit her. The reason she couldn’t sleep was because she didn’t want to wake up. The day awaiting her was sure to be filled with nothing but failure, and each passing day meant another day closer to when she had to go home and face her family. Were they expecting her to come home with loads of money to spare? In reality she had nothing, definitely not enough to support her whole family-her siblings, parents, grandparents- and definitely not enough to support herself.

           She tried to organize her thoughts. Apparently special groups with long acronyms are supposed to help her; she heard it on the radio a while back. The new president, Roosevelt, was supposed to re-make the system with his new deal. And all these women with the Rosie Riveter cartoon. It was just completely confusing! Sadie passed by those stupid towns filled with hopeless people every day, Hoovervilles.  Because of the crash in the stock market, people weren’t buying as many crops. No one needed food for the soldiers anymore and; quite frankly, the prices were just going to keep dropping. Her family was going to loose their farm, and then, most likely, their house.  Sadie shuddered. The thought of living in one of those shantytowns made her shiver. With that thought, she shifted uncomfortably to sleep.

                                                          CORN, OKLAHOMA               3:00 AM

                                                                                Jacob

       Put the bottle down! This was a lot harder than it looked. Everything spun. Which was it, the feeling he was going to barf, or the fact he knew what he was doing? All alone here Jacob felt as if vultures were picking apart his brain. He took another drink. And this wasn’t the first time; the vultures had been in his head before. Flapping their ugly wings, picking him apart. They were hated by the world; just like him. But he let them in. Again and again.

        Just then Elizabeth walked in, her small body trembling with anger. She started yelling something intolerable, her words just coming like lava out of a volcano. It made everything feel hot, like they were drowning. It rose slowly, her angry words- get out, put the bottle down, get a job – but when she said Sadie, time stopped. What was Jacob doing? Elizabeth’s warn old face looked tired and desperate. She walked out into dark night, unsuccessful and now shaking more then ever.

       Was it possible that even in her sick, old, frail state, even Sadie’s grandmother could tell that something was wrong? His thoughts were clouded. He had tried before to get a job, but lost them due to his absence on days when hangovers prevented him from going. The newspaper had a jobs section, but it seemed like the articles about high unemployment rates and the depression were always blocking them.

         With no one to buy the crops of Sadie’s and Jacob’s family farm, no one had to work to harvest them. It’s not like they could pay the rate migrant workers wanted these days anyway. With no one working and no crops being sold, there was no income. Jacob knew he would soon have to sell the land in order to keep their home. But no one was buying! The endless cycle of the economy grew worse and worse, and now he was spending more money on drinks than on food to feed his own kids. Where were they anyway? With no one hiring and jobs hard to find, more and more of his former friends went without a job. They had no money, so they bought less, and then there were even less jobs! It seemed like there was no way to win this constant battle.

         Where was Sadie? Had he been the reason for her going? He had to go find her! It was just a crazy hallucination. She had left a note, but Jacob was too drunk to read it. His thoughts kept drifting back to her face; perfect brown hair braided down her back, perfectly framing her face and those big eyes. He really did miss her and knew for sure that she would not be returning. He had made her go! Kicked her out, literally. Forced her, blamed her for the countless bills that were overdue. Why couldn’t things be like how they used too? He took another drink. It was her daring attitude to be different from the other girls that had made him fall in love back in the early twenties. But things took a down turn when people in the city lost their money in the stock market once it crashed. And that was the first of many things to crash down. The bottle he just threw shattered against the cold, hard, barn floor. The vultures stayed in.

                                                                    CORN, OKLAHOMA       3:15 AM

                              Elizabeth

           He didn’t understand. She was just trying to help! Even though her life was spent in bed, even Elizabeth could tell that things weren’t right. And now for some reason, no one would tell her where her darling Sadie had gone. It was her who had raised Sadie after her mother died, her who had taken care of her- and now she had simply disappeared? Elizabeth feared she would soon disappear herself.

       Sadie’s children, so young, were without parental supervision, supposed to be watched by Jacob! Elizabeth had hated that man from the start, knowing her granddaughter was just in summer love. But now they had married and he was supposed to watch the kids! Provide a good life for them! What were they eating now, food off the street? Elizabeth cried everyday for them, praying for them. She couldn’t even stand up, and she could only speak on her better days. It was a miracle she had made it out to the barn without falling down. They would never be able to cure her, and absolutely not hire a doctor. She tried not to think it, but she really wished she could just die already-that wasn’t going to happen though, at least for a little while longer. So, she was banished to the bed, with no one to care for her and nothing she could do. Helpless.

     The people from the expensive nursing home in town used to stop by and offer to take Elizabeth away. But Sadie refused to let her go, vowing that the lady who raised her would live with her forever. Now the nursing home people wouldn’t come. Everyone knew they were broke. Elizabeth was alone.                

                                                                CORN, OKLAHOMA            4:00 AM

                                                                                     Micheal 

    He looked around. Carly, the twins, and Timmy were all sound asleep. For night time, it was still offly hot. They were laying in the field a ways away from the barn. Today had been yet another unsucessful day, with still no money and no jobs. Micheal felt that, as the oldest boy, it was his job to keep everyone together. He was the man of the pack, and he tried to stay strong for the little ones, but he knew what was going to happen. Because unlike everyone else, Micheal had a maturity that all the kids lacked. He knew that although it would eventually end, this depression wasn't going to stop for awhile. He needed to get some help and fast- today he had to give up his ration for Timmy, the littlest todler of the group. He had just a few mintues ago heard a crash in the direction of the barn. He tried to focus his attention somewhere else, away from his stupid father and away from this stupid life.

     Micheal looked up, with the same big eyes as his mother. All around him he saw stars, shining so bright. He found comfort in them. They were so solid, like rocks, except prettier and shinier. His mom had always said that one day, she would tell them stories about the stars and their placement, but was always putting it off for a later time. Was there going to be a later time? Micheal prayed with all his heart that his mom was going to come home with jobs and money and food, and everyone would be happy again. But his conciense told him no. And he knew his conciense was right.

     He remembered the little hat he had given his mother before she left. She had told him stay safe and he replied don't get sunburned- although he wished he woud've said goodbye. He had found it right off from one of those shantytowns, probably something that had blown away. Everyday he feared the wind, feared those scary storms would come. But as he looked at the stars with his mothers eyes, he found hope. And with his little boy maturity, he decided he would find his mom no matter what. Under the stars, Micheal felt his mothers presence. With that thought, little Micheal shifted to sleep.

Smile :D

     It feels so good to write again. No matter if no one reads it, if they don't agree with me, or think my sense of humor stupid. It just feels so good to put my thoughts here...because if I do say so myself, my thoughts are pretty awesome.
      So today I had a block-day gym class (1 1/2 hours), and it was rough like any other. We had to do a mile half sprinting, half walking, and then we had an Ultimate frisbee contest. I'm actually pretty accurate with my throws, and I wanted to show off my skills. But of course, like what always happens when I think I'm good at something, I embarrassed myself. Well, let me re-phrase that..I was embarrassed. It wasn't me embarassing myself, it was a boy on my team.
     Before we started every game he would pass it to me first(which in ultimate frisbee is a sign you are terrible). Then after we would loose possession, he would tell me to move around more or block this person. Block that person! And I would keep replying, "Um, okay. I'll do it, but only because I understand you are too busy telling everyone else what to do."
      I wasn't concerned with what he thought of me. He wasn't fond of me already; in the beginning of the year I sort of threw the ball so hard it hit him and he fell down. Apparently he was blind to the fact it was an amazing throw and I have massive strength...talk about holding a grudge, I think he's still angry at me for it. I should be angry at him! While people were paying attention to his falling down they missed my victory dance. He was completely exaggerating, I sware! Well, whats past is past...
     After gym, some people walked up to me and apologized for his behavior. Someone had not only noticed that he was being rude, but the prettiest and most popular girl in my gym class was apologizing..for him. I was so shocked by their kindness torward me- it was a leap from the snarky looks they usually give me.
     After that, I wanted to spread the kindness. I felt like kind of karma mixed with rainbow icecream and Coke. Us girls were all in the mirrors in the locker room, as we usually do after gym, and one girl was still there even after the bell had rung. I've known her for awhile-actually a really long time. Although we were never that close, I saw she was distressed. Walking over to her, she asked me how she looked. I said "Better than me! Long gym totally ruins my hair."
    "Me too! You are gorgeous though. I feel so fat! ugh. Can I borrow you sweatshirt? It's baggy right?"
     I felt terrible myself and was planning on wearing it already. Instead, I told her
    "You can wear it if you like, but I have a Better idea. Wanna hear my biggest secret to being 'gorgeuos'? You can look prettier than Megan Fox and Taylor Swift combined...have a positive attitude and show off your brilliant smile. Boys love that confidence and I'm pretty sure I read in a magazine that girls who are positive look 90% more beautiful."
      She smiled at the mirror, then at me, and laughed a little. Walking away from the mirror she grabbed her stuff and looked straight at me. "Thanks Lydia," she remarked in a grateful way, and I couldn't help but notice the new found pep in her step and the effervescent smile that stayed on her face her whole way out :)
                 

The New Quote

Hey! So I just made an interesting discovery. I can access this on my phone! And guess what? It's pretty nice. As you can see, I added a quote. I really like that quote not only because it covers everything-the golden rule, believe in yourself- but also because I like Gandhi. Let me tell you how I found it.
Although I did know it before(because it's famous) I wandered across it when I was doing a recent project. My mom had showed me this essay contest, in which the theme was "Community Responsibility. I love writing, and decided to take this on. But my problem was, with this broad subject, I had no inspiration. Not like inspiration such as a tragic life event, but...well let me explain(getting off topic here again!)
I believe that all good artists whether it be writing, painting, or doing whatever artsy thing,have had something happen to them. like famous artists who had their heart broken. Their art may be especially touching. Or an artist who was a recovering alcoholic. Their art might feature a series of broken glass, or pictures that really show their emotions. Because of this hardship, I think people like their art more. I'm not sure why that is or why I think that- maybe because it makes the artist more real. You getting this? Here's another example. Music. Listening to the radio, when you hear a song about a man who lost his one and only love (You Found Me by the Fray) you will most likely like it. Because its deep, a good song, and inspirational. On the other hand, when you hear I love you like a love song baby repeat-peat-peat-peat-peating for the millionth time, it's not as appealing. Perhaps because you feel much worse for The Fray's hardships, and less for Selena Gomez's millionth break up song. You get me know?
Sorry for this extreme off topic-ness, but I'm just trying to explain what I'm trying to say. Back on topic. While writing this essay, I was looking for a main topic. Something that would make a 13 year-old girl from Virginia stand out from the hundreds of other 13 year-olds entering the contest. My big thing was going to be how Gandhi was like the spokesperson of community; standing up for India and all. But like many other random projects I take on, I never finished my essay. Just some stuff to think about, if it made any sense at all. Thanks for reading! Bye!

The Urge

    Hola Amigos! I love checking back on my blog to see what I've previously written. I laugh at my own jokes and remember how funny I thought I was. My friends and I used to make these videos which we planned to put on YouTube and become internet stars. We would make funny infomercials for stupid things like 'Cenny Jaig, the all in one Become-more-fitter program' and 'huggies, someone to hug you when you are lonely.' Looking back on them, we weren't as funny as we though we were. Sure, then it was hilarious. But now....it just looks like two 13 year old girls who were bored out of their brains. I guess what you find funny changes and in someway stays the same as you grow up. Of course what I saw on Spongebob five years ago isn't exactly so interesting as whats on Modern Family today. But even when I re-watch the episodes that made me laugh, I still giggle. Those square pants, they just get me every time!
    So as you can see I re-did some of the settings. I changed my colors to kind of a peach&red look, and messed with the fonts. Maybe now with this makeover, I'll actually start writing again. I've been really wanting to write lately.
    I read a book awhile ago; it was about a group of sisters whom a man stalked- I'm not sure exactly how I came upon this really creepy story, but I did- and one day the man kidnaps the girl. Well, long story short (getting off topic should be my job), one of her sisters kept mentioning something called The Urge. She had The Urge often, when she was in a good mood and felt really artsy. She said she had The Urge to speak and liked to tell stories because she was to lazy to write them down. The sister explained everyone has something to urge for. Not like a need for love or a want for ice cream. But something everyone has inside them, a talent almost, that they need to share. Not everyone discovers their talent in their lifetime. And I think mine is writing.
   I'll be sitting in math class, so angry, so I rip out a paper and write down a poem. It makes me feel all gangster, like a rapper. If I'm writing about something that makes me mad, I just randomly bring up everything that angers me. If the subject is life, I'll go all out on a rant complete with Gandhi quotes and past tales from 'when I was a kid.' It explains why and how I get off topic, which I am doing right now. I had to change the title of this post four times; from "Makeover" to "My humor" to "Lectures on Life" to finally "The Urge." Because that's why I wrote this post. I had The Urge.
   I hope I left you with at least some sort of beneficial thought or at least in a good mood. Thanks for reading this till the end and not just leaving when I made a cheesy joke about Spongebob.
              Sincerely,
                       Lydia

SEVEN FANS!!! Whoooo!!! That's a milestone.

    Hello!! I am proud to announce I have one more follower... it's not amazing, I know, but it's a start! I know this person and they are my Dad's girl friend, but a follower is a follower- and every one I get I'm close to ruling the world!!!! Just kidding, but seriously, thanks Brittany!

    Also, a thanks to all my other followers ( mostly more family) for keeping up with my blog ( if you even have been .) One day, when I become famous, I can say in my speech of thanks "Thank you fans, I couldn't have done it without you!"... Don't be afraid to comment or like or do ANYTHING TO SHOW YOU'VE BEEN HERE!!! I'm just kidding again... Alright, now I'm just rambling. Thanks for reading, and I wish you a nice, sunny summer day.

   

Hi!

     Wow! It's definitely been a while. As for a reason I stopped blogging- well, I don't have one. But now, here I am, being a blogger! I hope my five followers will be pleased (two of whom are family and one is myself). I plan to start my blog over I guess and practice writing, because I think I'm pretty good at it. As for the name, it's changed from Fifth Grader to Sixth Grader. Soon it will be seventh grader, but I'll save that for later.
        I wondered why Flamingos are pink, so I just asked my trusty old friend Google. Anyway, the answer is because they eat so much shrimp. But how do boy flamingos feel about that? Although pink is often thought of as girly or feminine, I like to think of it as a neutral color. I like to think of everything that way. Boys can like pink just as much as girls can like soccer or the color green. Those aren't necessarily masculine things, but they are allowed to like them! Its just like the constant naming of people into two groups-Tom Boy and Girly Girl. Id like to become myth buster for a minute and see if these things are legit.
        First of all, wearing the color pink and not liking sports are common traits of a so-called "girly girl." But if a boy does no sports and and wears black shoes with pink highlights does this make him girly? Taylor Swift is a girl, but if you like her music then does that make you girly? If a girl plays sports and wears darker colors and sweatshirts all the time, how does that make them a tom boy? If what people are trying to say is Tom=Boyish, then what does that mean when a girl calls themselves a Tom Girl? Boyish Girl? I'm just trying to say you should take pride in who you are and not try so hard to classify yourself as one or the other. Please feel free to put your thoughts in the comment box below. ;)

Sorry Mr.Teacher, it's not my fault that this school is hilarious and I can't stop laughing. It's not like guilt doesn't eat me alive already.
I really do try to respect the sixth grade girl who ends up saying 'catastraphe' like 'cat as trap he'.
I tryed to respect the little boy when his excuse for flooding the toilet was, " I thought you said to wen we was over der".
It's hard not to laugh when other people laugh like complete maniacs, hee-hawing and snorting.

School was DESIGNED for laughter. 
Anyway, there is a simple solution if you want me to stop laughing.
Make the school less funny.

' That' Day

We all have those days.
You know, 'those' days when you feel like you are so close to being a good person like your role-model friend, who is ALWAYS doing the right thing, or at least it seems like it, but others push you down, because you are never quite there.

We all have 'those' days.
You know, 'those' days when the person evreybody crazes over all the time jsut about happens to sort of ind of not really definitely ruin your reputation in schoool in the time period of 5 minutes.

We all have 'those' days.
You know, 'those' days when you plan for E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N , but the G catches you off guard and you mess up ( STUPID LETTER G! )

We all have 'those' days.

Today was 'that' day,

OK, so we all probably know about the commercial with the Art Institutes whatever, but these videos are really cool, funny, awesome animations actually MADE by high school and college students at universities just like that one. My Grandma and I envy their talents.


Here are just a few of the funny ones that caught my eye...








Brat


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYR5CnOIK_E





Pigeon Impossible


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEjUAnPc2VA



Cat's Meow



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOUgRif7JRc



This Side Up



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCC7rFxo6QA





Did you like them? I hope you did. I certainly did. I think that it's really talented to just be able to make a human figure move! I guess I'm easily made laughing.



Like when my Dad and I were in subway-we LOVE subway- and he saw this guy he knew that owned the place.

Here I am, going off topic again, but I might as well finish.

After we got our food, Dad wonders up to this guy and says

" Hey!" and reaches his hand out to shake, "It's Doug, right?"

And that guy goes, " No, it's Jeff. Hi."



Even though it's not really funny my Dad messed up and called someone a completely different name then the name he actually is, I was basically laughing the whole ride home.

I think I get it from him, because he was laughing louder than I was.

I don't know what I hate more. When someone copies you, or when someone copies you but changes one word and states they just took your idea and made it theirs. Well, it's NOT THEIRS! It's mine! I know I sound like a three year old, but it's true. Here is a perfect Example.


" Really Funny Words That Are Making People Laugh" is what I say.
" Really Funny Things That Is Making Others Giggle" is what they say.


Both sentences are the same, in meaning, but the words are different. And here's what Frusterates me the most. The conversation later.

Me: "Hey, how come you copied my funny words? I sort of wanted to get credit for them..."

Them: "What? I have no idea what you are talking about! Why would I do that! YOu are funny and I would never copy that."

Me: " Ok then, I'll just send you like FIVE links to where you have done it."

Them: " Oh, you don't need to do that,I remember now.I didn't copy all of them. Besides, they aren't even the same, so it's techanally not copying you."

Me: " Yes, it techcanally is."

Them: " It doesn't even matter. Do you like puppies?"

Me: " NO! I don't like... actually, puppies are pretty cute... but that doesn't cover up the fact you are copying me!"

Them: " Yeah, I think I'm getting a puppy for Easter. I'm going to name it sprinkles, or maybe cupcakes, or maybe evenname it after the Easter bunny!Have I told you you are my best friend?"

Me: " I don't care what you are going to name your puppy, stop changing the subject! What do I have to do to get you to stop it? The whole copy right thing? Your frusterating me!"

Them: " Yeah, the puppy will be frusterating, but it will be sooo cute! Aren't all puppy's cute? I just want to snuggle them all the time, bring them everywhere, and they will be my best friend. Yeah, then we could... Oh, I meant best friend right after you of course,ummm yeah..,"



And then I just give up. Maybe I should copyright all my stuff. Ehem, this blog is officially copy righted. Ok, well you can't copyright everything. So who do you turn to in time of need? The internet of course... and all the internet gave me, was...ADDS! Well, teh internet failed, so no one must REALLY know how to solve this sort of problem. Exept for my kindergarden teacher, who always reminded me to put my name on the bottom of all my papers so no one would steal my pictures of fairy castles and show them to their mommys instead of mine.

Crap Soccer Friday

Today is finally Friday! WooHoo!
On this wonderful Friday in gym we had two substitutes in gym class and one of them kept biting his lips so he was talking weird like. So when we were about to play crab soccer, one of the most popular gym games, he says " Ready, set, play crap soccer!"
Everyone started laughing, so he continues.
" I'm glad that all you carps are happy! Just keep walking like crap!"
So instead of saying crab he said crap. And that just about made me so happy it lasted the rest of my extremely boring day.

The Science Fair Yo-Yo Flamingo Disasters

The science fair, is one of the many steps in ones life in becoming... well... responsible.Being Fifth Grade and all, my teacher all of a sudden brings us some 'good news'. Yay. It's Mandatory to do the science fair.Only, the whole class had to do it in spanish. Double yay. If it wasn't mandatory to do the science fair, I think that alot more kids would stop having so much problems with it. ' OH, my computer broke down", and, " I try to do it it's just" and then they don't finish.
Some people must have thought the conversation with the teachers went like this,

" MWA HA HA< Let's torture them, till they have to cry and wake up at four in the morning to finish!! MWA HA HA!!! "
" I agree. Torture unit may now commense."

Even though I know it did not go this way, it probably went somewhere close to them.


Moving on, being a flamingo in all, today was a very productful day. In music, we watched what would happen if you gave a flock of flamingos Yo-Yo's. It was very intertaining to watch them making a fool of themselves while all the other kids just laughed and looked at me, like " Oh, that's you!" to every single animal that walked by. Great, again.

Cake Wrecked

Hello fellow blog readers. Today I have a link to share with you, and I'm very confident you will like it. It IS NOT bad, it's just really funny.

www.cakewrecks.com

Enjoy!

( THIS SHOULD KEEP THEM BUSY FOR A WHILE)

Beauty of the Snow Monster, Which in my Opinion Came First

Once again, it's snowing outside. It's like a neverending snow nightmare where it never stopped snowing so we had to stay inside forever. Everyone lost their minds in the snow and started going crazy, so they commited suicide. All because of the snow. I could do without any more for the rest of my life. These pictures are the perfect examples of snow monsters. Scary and friendly. Dirty and Clean. Nightmare and Dream. Plus,I wonder if there is a girl snow monster. Like, there has to be one, to make more snow monsters, baby ones. If you have any pictures of any GIRL snowmonsters, maybe we can submit it to scholastic magazine. Why you ask? For the sole purpose so that they can make an article about everyone decieves the

snow-monster-species for being all male. Such a tragedy. I mean, if they care about volcano rock, then they'll care about the creatures that formed from snow parents known as 'mosters'.

And just wondering, which came first, the snow or the snow monster, chicken or the egg, pencil or the led, seed or the plant, air or h2o, girl or the animals we call boys............

So, to not think about snow, ( or which came first)let's think about something else.

So there is this video that my mom thinks that every teen should see. It builds self confidence or something. So here is the link to it. It has this lady who is sort of normail and how they tranform her to be unreal for commercials on billboards and magazines. Wow, the power of the computer; no wonder our vision of beauty is so distorted.

http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?tid=1364971129380#!/inbox/?folder=[fb]messages&page=1&tid=1178388391866

Sleddin' Gangstas

Sledding is fun and everyone loves to do it-almost. I happen to live right next to this awesome sledding ill that everyone in my neighborhood loves. It's extremely fast, and some paths are vey bumpy. It's only because these Gangsta freshmens decide it's ok to make lots of bumps ad ramps so when some little kid is getting ready for the ride of their life, they actually hit a bump, go flying, and end up paralyzed. So here I am, with my friend, getting ready for an awesome ride, I all of a sudden am flung into the air by the pack down bumps of the hill, and landed right on my bottom, creating an awful pain there for the rest of the day. Yay! I love sitting down and then jumping up screaming ow and explaining to the parents the Gangstas and what they do to the hill and how hurt myself. So to celebrate the Gangstas, here is a video about how to ruin your life with peer pressure and violence with your hosts the three guys who don't have jobs or any money and live with their parents and don't have anything better to do than slave away making stupid videos all day. Enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfhPFWloYIw&feature=related

Dog urine and Movies

From being soooo snowed in for soooo long I watched lots of movies. I decided to share the ones I really liked with you.

1. Superhero Movie- a super hero spoof staring Drake Bell. He get's bitten by a radio active dragonfly and starts getting crazy powers.
2. Starstruck- the popular disney movie was sure to be a let down but rose high above my expectations.
3. August Rush- A young talented musician has a concert in search to find his parents
4. Penelope-A girl is born under a curse and has a pig nose. She tries to find a husband who will exept her for who she really is.

All these movies are good, sort of. You might want to try them out.

My mom got a new dog yesterday who's name is Bess. She's very sweet and quiet and I love her. You would not believe she hasn't even bakd yet. I think she's a mute dog. Whatever. So, getting to the point, we don't really know her that well.So I was in the basement getting ready to sit down to watch some more movies, and aren't I happy when I step in a nice round puddle of dog urine. Believe me, it's not the nicest smell it's not the nicest smell in the world. It might actually be the worst. And so now we know that she needs to be taken out more often, lesson learned.

Today we let her out on the back porch to use the bathroom after my mom had spent so long shoveling space for her to go. Litttle did we know that the old pancakes my mom threw out in the snow for the birds was still there. So as any dog would do, she startedwildy pouncing and sniffing the snow, in search of all the bits of pancake. We tryed to get her to come in, but she wouldn't. We lured with treats, but no avail came. But eventually, I got on my boots, tromped outside, and dragged her in. Finally. The new family member uses the bathroom. Finally.

Internet Interpretation of a Dream

I had a dream last night. Since it's been so snowy and all, I had a dream that I went sledding with my friends. Only after we went down once and started to drown in the snow. Usually, my dreams have something to do with what happened that day, but I don't recall drowning, sledding, or being in the snow to much all. So I did a little research on dreaming. And just for the record, this is all REAL. So I was on this website, and it is supposed to be able to tell all of your dreaming patterns and stuff, so I thought it would be really cool. So I take this long quiz, and turns out, at the end they want all my personal information so they can send the results to my phone. Great use of my time, right?!?! So I look up Dream in google images, and this is what comes up. ( picture above ) What looks to be an eyeball with a handle? Floating? It's really sad that some stupid people decided it was time to ruin the internet and post stupid crazy things so that when you get on google most of it is just a scam. It would make everything so much easier. Well that's my research on dreaming, hope you learned something! Like how to ruin someones thirty minutes on the computer!

Putting that aside, I have bizarre dreams all the time, like one of me becoming a turkey and being hunted on thanksgiving, and one of me being a asparagus stalk- that one was really weird, but it makes sense because what I had for dinner was asparagus- and lots of other dreams to.

So, Goodnight, Sleeptight, and dream awesome dreams so you can comment them here!

I got home from school feeling quite crummy and tired, just wanting to go to bed. It had been a long hard day, because you know fifth grade is REALLY rough. With all that time we talk and play and learn and stuff, it can really be hard for a person. :)
I didn't really touch my dinner to much and just headed upatairs to go to bed. So I got in Pajamas and sat on my floor. I started to gaze off and think about stuff, and somehow my mind just trailed off to think aboutthis;You know that fear you sort of had when you were smaller about always being afraid of the dark? Well it's mostly gone now, so I guess it's nothing to worry about, but I was thinking earlier; if we're not afraid of the dark, then why do most of us use night lights? So, being a tween and all,I decided; Hmph, I'll take out my night light. Only I realize that my room is completly pitch black when it's not there, and, I can't see. This isn't much of a problem, besides the fact that I probably never steped on more things ever in one night. A crumb, a sock, a pencil, a wrapper, and I also bonked my head really hard which resulted in a painful bump on my head and a horrible migrain. A friend of mine once told me, when you're having a horrible day just pretend it's opposite day. So when I finally got in bed ready to drift of to sleep, I thought about what a-what an AWESOME day I had.

Well....

Well I guess Now I'm starting this I'll have to write stuff on it.
that would make alot of sense.
I am very new at this and I hope it works out for me.
So....
Enoy!!
Don't Anoy, I mean Enjoy!!??!!??!!
Whatever.