Orange Moon brings Realtors

If you hadn't heard, there was a lunar eclipse today, and I did see it, although it wasn't visible in North America (Nice. Wait, what?) I'm still in North America, where it is 106 degrees. I watched it on Slooh and, well, the moon was orange. It was possibly the weirdest thing I had ever seen.  The moon was glowing orange. Like radiating the color.

And my friend missed it. The next really good will be in another 11 years. Poor Joetom2000.

Today, a Realtor is coming over to have my parents sign some papers and put the house on the market. Fun, right? Not, whatsoever. He might put the inevitable in the yard. The sign.



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A Magical Purple Putty Teaches Me About Life

My sister was playing with her purple putty she bought at her school while we were cleaning (i'm not a Cinderella!) and i noticed something about it. The putty melds to your hand when you squish it, with not much give. The putty resembles your personality, decisions, and goals. The putty melds to certain situations, or the hand, and resembles how you handle them. The putty has a lot of give, but has certain goals and doesn't meld completely  correctly. An example would be today's economy in the U.S. An entrepreneur would have to make the best of the economy and have it meld to his decisions. That is the story behind the Purple Putty.

Other than learning from the magical putty, I learned that cleaning ceiling fans with a rag and a cleaning chemical is much better than with a vacuum.  The vacuum doesn't suck up everything on the fan blades and you have to go back and do it again.

I probably don't sound very happy today, probably because I'm not. This entire business of cleaning isn't very fun. Why are we cleaning? We are moving.

I strongly, strongly, strongly dislike it.

Nothing sits with me worse.

I feel nothing towards the future, except for seventh grade and vacation.

Nothing else.

Hello, My Name is Andrew..

Hello. My name is Andrew, and well, the word atypical musings defines my life.I go to a public school in Las Vegas, Nevada. I am a measly 6th (soon to be 7th) grader.  As a (smaller) child, weird things always have happened to me, and I thought they were normal and happened to everyone. Now that I go through middle school, I see otherwise. So I though, "Hmm... I should get a blog! Everyone would know about my absolute weirdness! Wouldn't that be great?" And so I asked my parents. They agreed. 

Under certain circumstances, of course, and these are:

1. Must be a journal with book reviews on books we select for you to read.
2. Must be good enough to present to an English teacher at the end of the summer. 

So I took this under my wing, but decided to enhance it. I will give reviews on books, movies, music, and other websites. Sounds fun, right? Well I need to know. So, if you'd like, please take a gander down at the comments area and tell me how I'm doing. I'd love to know.

Like I said, my life was pretty crazy. To demonstrate this, I will explain the happenings of the past week. First off, It was exams at school, and to be frank, it was quite hectic. From security to hard tests, everyone was in a scurry. This means only bringing a folder, and two hours of tests, and half days. (I guess the last two are good!) But as you could guess, everybody was in a lather because of the last day of school. So, as I was walking out today, I gave a hug to somebody, and the counselor came up and said, "Separation!" Of course I said "Bye" to the person. I left laughing, and reliving the moment. Jeez. The stuff I do.