Feasts and Report Cards Make Me Happy, Though not That Much.

So today I got my report card. And I was pleasantly surprised.

I received five A's  and one B.

Oh Happy Day!

Another reason to celebrate is that I'm going to the Feast Buffet! What Fun!

However, like I said before, I hate moving. And I think hate is a strong word, but this situation, for me at least, is perfect for the word. I guess I could say "I'm thoroughly displeased, but that doesn't describe it as well.  My posts seem to be getting shorter don't they? Well this is why. I have a lot of stuff on my plate and I'm not really enthused with this ordeal. I'm sorry.

However, my life should be getting a little bit more happy in 11 days. I'm heading South.

Greenery! Pools! Sun! Sand! Surf! Museums on boats! This excitement last for an entire month!

Libraries mean Hunger Games

 Today I went to the library. I got some books and read. I later acted crazy.

But, I have something tugging at the wires of my brain. And, my brain is precariously perched on the brink of insanity. If tugged one way, it could be pushed or pulled away to or from the edge.

In this case, it was closer to the brink of destruction.

I love the Hunger Games trilogy.

Really bad.

And a movie is coming out in 2012. I'll keep you updated.

I digress. I have to go over to a friends house, while parents go to a party, for helping at Sunday School at church.

I'm not excited.

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.