life sucks

1. WOULD YOU RATHER BE A PILGRIM OR AN INDIAN? An Indian

2. WOULD YOU RATHER PAINT A ROOM WITH YOUR TOOTHBRUSH OR FLOSS YOUR TEETH WITH USED FLOSS? paint a room

3. WOULD YOU RATHER BE STRUCK BY LIGHTNING OR HAVE A TREE FALL ON YOU? Have a tree fall on me

4. WOULD YOU RATHER BE 11 FOREVER OR 85 FOREVER? 11. Then i could keep getting smart, but i wouldnt have to deal with being old

5. WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE SPIDERS CRAWL ON YOU OR A SNAKE RAP AROUND YOU? The snake defenetally

6. WOULD YOU RATHER LOSE AN ARM OR A LEG? An arm. I can ride with one arm right?

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE BLIND OR DEAF? Deaf

8. WOULD YOU RATHER EAT A BAR OF SOAP OR A BOTTLE OF DISHWASHER SOAP? Bar of soap

9. WOULD YOU RATHER BE 4'1 OR 7'9? 4'1. Then I could ride ponies, and be comfortable in airplanes.

10. WOULD YOU RATHER LIVE WITHOUT TV OR COMPUTER? TV

11.WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE A TAIL OR ELF EARS? tail

12. WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE 3 EYES OR WEBBED FEET? 3 eyes. Me feet are already hard enough to find shoes for!!

13. WOULD YOU RATHER FIND TRUE LOVE OR A MILLION DOLLARS? find have a million dollars, cuz then I could buy a horse. I dont want true love just given to me, because what is true about that?

14. WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE AND AN UGLY CAR OR A BEAUTIFUL CAR AND AN UGLY HOUSE? beautiful house and ugly car.

15. WOULD YOU RATHER ALWAYS HAVE TO SAY EVERYTHING ON YOUR MIND OR NEVER SAY ANYTHING AGAIN? Never say anything again

16. WOULD YOU RATHER END HUNGER OR HATRED? hatred

17. PUBLISH YOUR DIARY OR MAKE A MOVIE ABOUT YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT? Publish a diary

18. WOULD YOU RATHER GIVE BAD ADVICE OR TAKE BAD ADVICE? Take it

19. WOULD YOU RATHER KNOW IT ALL OR HAVE IT ALL? Have it all. Know it alls are hated

20. WOULD YOU RATHER KISS A JELLY FISH OR STEP ON A CRAB? Kiss a jellyfish

21. WOULD YOU RATHER FORGET WHO YOU WERE OR WHO EVERYONE ELSE WAS? I think who everyone else is. I don’t want to forget my loves and passions.

22. WOULD YOU RATHER WRITE THE WORST BOOK IN HISTORY OR RECORD THE WORST SONG IN HISTORY? Record the worst song in history. That I can handle, but writing a bad book is an abomination

23. WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE A BIG GROUP OF FRIENDS OR ONE REALLY CLOSE FRIEND? One close friend..i think. Friendship isnt as important as it used to me anymore (IM NOT SAYING I DONT LOVE YOU GUYS ANYMORE) im just saying that its not all that its cracked up to be, and I can live contently without a close friend

24. WOULD YOU RATHER NOT BE ABLE TO TALK OR HEAR FOR A DAY? Talk.

25. WOULD YOU RATHER BE AN ACTRESS/ ACTOR OR THE DIRECTOR IN A MOVIE? Director. Then for once I could make a movie the way it should be made!

26. WOULD YOU RATHER NOT BE ABLE TO USE YOUR PHONE OR YOUR EMAIL? email.

27. WOULD YOU RATHER BE A BOY NAMED MERRY SUE OR A GIRL NAMED JIMMINY BILLY BOB? ...if those were my choices I wouldnt even have a kid!

28. WOULD YOU RATHER BE FORGOTTEN OR HATEFULLY REMEMBERED? Forgotten.

29. WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE A KANGAROO OR A KOALA FOR A PET? kangaroo

30. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM WITH A SHARK OR A WHALE? A shark

Sorry I havent posted in forever....maybe I should just stop saying that! I say that every time I post! anyways, on Sunday I took Jina to a show and we did really good! I got 2 firsts and a Reserve Champion! Ive NEVER gotten a first place before! Besides summer camp last year, but I dont count that cuz I was competing against 4 other people, and the judge was like in love with me. So I am leasing Jina for sure next year! yay!

On a much sadder note, we took my cat to the vet yesterday because she wasnt doing well at all, and the vet said she probably has kidney failure or something else. I am having a very very very hard time with this because Tigger means more to me than anything in the world. I had a hard time when Missy died, but I have a feeling I will have a much harder time when Tigger dies. One thing is that Tigger was there for me through every trial ive ever had in life. I haven't ever had to live without her, and the thought of losing her is unbareable. What I really hope is that the vet will say she has a few months yet. I'm just not ready to lose her yet. I cry even as I write this, because it is so hard. I guess all I can say is that I am lucky to have had her for this long, and dont want her to die suffering.

 

I found this on the internet while researching Dime Novels of the 19th century. Poor "Johnny" has been the subject of many debates the last couple of centuries. [note the date of the article}

WHAT DOES JOHNNY READ? (from The Little Corporal, January 1872, p. 34)

"Oh, every thing," says his father, proudly. "Johnny is a perfect book-worm, and we just have to drive him away from his book."

Sorry to hear it, master Johnny; a live boy has no business to be a book-worm. It is no more a sign of a smart boy to be a great reader than it is of a strong man to be a great eater. One may read too much as well as eat too much, and the brain as well as the stomach be loaded with undigested food that is only an injury to it. It is not what you eat, but what you digest, that makes you strong. It is not the food in your stomach, but the food taken up by the wonderful machinery of your body and made over into blood, and bone, and nerve, and sinew, that keeps up the daily growth of your body and builds you up into a man. And just so the food which you give your mind must be taken up and worked over, and become part of the mind itself, or it is good for nothing. If it has no nutrition in it, nothing to make new thoughts and new ideas, if it can not give something to the mind, or waken something in it, then it is chaff, rubbish, poison, any thing but food. Half a dozen lines of the right sort, read in the right way, are worth volumes of trash, or even of good sense carelessly read and then forgotten.

Do n't throw away your books, Johnny, but learn to go through them as the miner goes through his panful of sand and quartz, watching for the gleam of gold, and carefully picking out the precious bits.

And we should like to say to Johnny's father and mother, do not rest satisfied while your boy "reads every thing." It is a direful day for you if you have neglected to direct and cultivate his taste until he has come to be a mere devourer of the stories of wild, improbable adventure and exciting fiction, which is poured out like a flood for the destruction of our boys; but even yet you can do something to counteract the evil if you are willing to work for it--by taking your child with you into the fields of art, of history, and of science, which may be made as charming to the unfolding mind as the regions of romance.

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I miss his looks at me as I walk down to his stall

I miss his licks

I miss his nudges

I miss his short little mane that insists on laying half on the wrong side

I miss his now shaggy coat

I miss his soft nose

I miss his undevoted attention

I miss his soft eyes

I miss his playful bucks

I miss how he hides behind me when there are too many cars in the parking lot because hes afraid

I miss his swollen belly

I miss hugging him

I miss kissing him on the nose

I miss how he shakes his head when I take too long

I miss how he swats me with his tail when he really likes being groomed

I miss how he spooks at silly little things

I miss my boy

I miss Indy

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scary.

it's like...a horror movie. 'Sheeee's baaaa-aackk....' *puppet tilts head*

I HATE PUPPETS

this is probably going to be a very random blog

1) I cannot vent my feelings, so I vent my feelings by being random.

yep. plus, I like this format, of lots of spacing and emptiness...and random is easier to read.

So I've really been working on Reflection, my first NaNo novel.

I printed out a list of 4 plots for NaNo that my parents are going to read and choose. Dad chose number 2, which is super cool. Then again, I love all of them.

I know JOSH wanted to read the POW plot forEVER ago...(I'm really sorry) so here it is, then I believe I shall go. This came straight from my Idear Book.

loves!!

- s ♥

War between Sireens (bad) and Holmanites (good).

20 POWs in a small room; 3 windows on back wall and 1 on side wall. Nailed shut but are constantly being re-nailed because POWs  knock out glass; no glass will stay through the constant pounding, so it has to be changed at least three times a day. (Magic on glass has no effect on Holmanites; Sireens cast it)

Evin Haniti is the youngest of the POWs and has the least experience. Everyone else has tried numerous times to escape and is causing so much trouble that the enemy is preparing a solitary room, made of stone with no windows, for them to be transferred. On the last day a couple of guards leave the room after replacing the glass in two of the windows. They come into the room every 20 minutes to check on the POWs; this gives them privacy for restroom and quiet for SHORT naps. (One of the POWs has been killed for choking a guard to death when he was checking on them alone – there were orig. 21 POWs. Because of this, the guards never do rounds alone anymore.)

The glass has badly wounded the others (attempting to jump out, throwing themselves against it, etc.), so they turn to Haniti (who was acting as a last resort of desperation), who was petrified of the 30-foot jump to the stone paths. Since there are only 20 minutes to make some type of rope to help him down, they all strip their bed sheets and shirts, tying them together. It is barely long enough, and by the time Haniti reaches the ground (in broad daylight), he has only 5 minutes left to flee – AFTER climbing over the barbed-wire topped fence. The magic coating on it has no effect on him, since the Holmanites have a natural resistance to it, but the wire tears the skin on his left knee to the bone.

By now the guards see that the window is broken yet again and after checking the list to verify that everyone is present, they find Haniti is missing. Using a type of magic to see if he is in the boundaries of the camp, they realize he has is not and immediately send out extra soldiers to find him. Haniti, by now, has reached the border of the Coach, a dreary black forest where the trees have minds of their own. He was hurt and frightened. Mentally disordered to some degree from the solitude of the room and ill treatment, he collapses to rest and sleeps on and off for a few days. The trees, after he awakens, attempt to kill him so they can turn him into food using magic, but Haniti stops them, explaining that once he gets the backup soldiers ready, they will defeat the Sireens and free the trees of the Coach from the enemy’s grasp. This sounds like a good idea to them, and they get bored of Haniti (who doesn’t try to run away, which all the fun really), plus he promised to free them), so they ignore him (conceited!)

Haniti finds his way out and makes his way to the fort of Holmanites (after some peril) and the backup troops get started on invading the Sireen POW camp. Haniti came down with some sickness and was unconscious for several days, but they would not let him go even after he was well again. Feeling it was his duty as a soldier to help his men, he escaped one night, ran through the Coach while the trees slept, and met the troops encamped underground, where the Sireens’ magic could not track them. They came up with a plan there, and since Haniti knew his way around at least a little better than they, he was the leader.

With their mass of soldiers they killed every guard on the way, and more Holmanites split up to kill the ones outside. The four remaining Holmanites, now in the solitary stone room,  were dragged out and, having gone a little insane, had to be bribed to stay quiet. Haniti and a few other men carried the weak soldiers back through the Coach (shortcut) to the Holmanite fort. Since the majority of the Sireens in this particular camp were guards (therefore killed), they were outnumbered and the Holmanites won the final battle. Haniti took care of the trees, who unfortunately remained conceited and snobby, but since the war was finally over and victory had been gained, who cares about trees?

 

Well, im in Washington DC! Or rather just outside in Maryland. So anyways, im going to be posting pics of Monte all week at different places around Washington DC!