Being able to be stretched out on floor beside the radiator, doing my Greek copywork (from Hebrews, which has a lot of obscure words) and listening to Christmas And You.

I like to think about the night

Long ago

When the Son of God was born to Mary and Joe

I have to smile

When I think

About that baby boy

And what He came to earth to do

For me

He took away my sin and set me free

And now I

Just want

To celebrate it with you…

I love the lights, I love the snow…

My dear mother tagged me with the book tag (quite short)…

Rules:
 1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages.)
 2. Open the book to page 123.
 3. Find the fifth sentence.
 4. Post the next three sentences.
 5. Tag five people.

Well well, what do you know… I just happen to have a good book sitting here.  (The advantages of when someone in your family tags you.  They warn you. )

Book:  A String in the Harp by Nancy Bond.

“…You’ll have a grand morning for it.  Wind’s up, but sun’ll be out in two shakes, look you.  Down to Ynyslas is it, Gwilym?”

Now the tag-five-people part.  *sigh*  I think I’ll just say that if anyone wants to do this… you can… and if you want to just leave it in a comment, that’s good too. 

So let’s see.  Other than that, I’ve been up to schoolwork… talking on IM… reading a massive book about Sherlock Holmes… messing around with Hebrew, a bit.  (Caleb B:  “Oh, it’s easy!”  A2, in response to my saying ”It looks hard.”:  “It is.”)

A1, is, of course, trying to keep me up on my tiny bit of German and tonight is also throwing in Old English.  Huzzah. 

Oh yeah, our Mexico team is… um… in Mexico for a week of various missions projects.  Thus, we have one quiz team with only one person.  Mhmm.  I hope we get to quiz her.  :) 

Yesterday I was helping Miss Dance with her geometry.  There was some concept that she was not getting, but it seemed clear as anything to me… so I said, “I shall explain this in words of one syllable.  This… needs… to… be… put… into… the… –”

her:  “Into is not one syllable.”

me:  *sigh*  “This… needs… to… be… put…into… ARG… in… a… form… like… this.”

both of us:  *giggle*

Mom:  “Are you working, or did you finish?”

us:  “Um… we’re working!” 

Those poor evolutionists who have been bashing their brains out trying to come up with the missing link between man and monkey… of course they can’t find him.

It’s okay, this came as a revelation to me, too. I mean, I had always assumed that they couldn’t find one because one didn’t exist.

Well. Tonight at snack the mystery suddenly became clear. Ib was making faces, as he is wont to do, in a fashion a cross between Mr. Bean and Cosmo Brown. He made a particularly odd one and I found myself saying to him (more of trying to say to him, but choking laughing), “And what if your face freezes like that?”

Then it came to me. If his face freezes like that, some fortunate archaeologist will think that they have found the missing link between man and monkeys.

My darling little brother.

And so you all know, most of these have absolutely no relation to the March for Life. They just grow out of the group of people we take along.

Sam (and Sam refers to Sam L, not Samwise):”I forgot my pillow!”

*a minute later*

“I forgot my pillow!…. I forgot my pillow!”

me: *offers hoodie*

Sam: “No. It had the perfect fluffiness to… um… covering ratio!” *moans* “I forgot my pillow!”

me: *tries to gag him with the hoodie*

Sam: “Ew. Now I spit on your hoodie.”

me: “…so?”

Sam: “That is disgusting!!!!… I forgot my pillow!”

We lost sympathy after a while.

~~~

*as the movie restarts halfway through*

Peter: “How many times are we going to watch this movie?”

me: “Three hundred and seventy…”

Peter: O_o

me: “…one.”

Peter: “NOOOOOOOO!”

~~~

Take a picture! [Peter]

~~~

Bryan: *comes past carrying some energy drink* “This stuff is gross.”

~~~

(some guy on the bus) “I am NOT apologizing for beaning anyone with my backpack.”

~~~

Caleb (Psalm2): *walks up and joins us (finally) in front of the Air and Space* *sticks tongue out and looks as if he feels like dying*

~~~

Man: *handing out brochures*

us: *all refusing as we’re supposed to*

Man: “They’re in English! Take some!”

us: *crack up and walk away*

~~~

Sam: “I got it! I got it!”

everyone: “You’re the judge!”

~~~

us: “SAM! Do you think we’re all nuts?”

Sammy McG: “YES!”

Sam: *ignores* * a minute later* “Were you asking if I though you all were crazy?”

me: *nods*

Sam: “No. Just Peter. :D”

~~~

Peter: “It’s a good song for when you’re happy.”

Noelle: “No, it’s a good song for when you’re sad.”

Peter: “Yeah.”

~~~

Sam: “I wanna be a REAL BOY!”

~~~

We interrupt this post to bring you a few photos.

It’s the moon! Take a picture!

Um… right. (Peter: “WHAT????”)

~~~

There was also this whole, long, extremely dragged out thing on the way to DC where Peter made the terrible mistake of singing one line of what is apparently a Hannah Montana song… and then he put on my earmuffs… and he heard about it the rest of the day… and tonight at youth group… and…

Then there was the Peter everything. Peter Product, which changes into whatever liquid you want. (It came in handy when TJ decided to assassinate Peter and it turned into acid mid sip.) Peterbutter and jelly sandwiches. Then they were all laughing so hard that every time anyone said anything, someone else would say, “It’s a Peter _________!” and they’d all laugh again. Noelle literally turned purple from lack of oxygen.

Sam: “Peter. I recommend that you take a walk. Get a hobby. Get a job.”

me: “Yes. Like trying on straitjackets.”

Sam: “Yes.”

After I got home, I was talking to Griffin (we had seen his younger brother Gabe in DC. Weirdness.)

Griffin: Tired?

me: Shall we say that I do not run as well as you do on four hours of sleep?

Griffin: Yes.

Griffin: Let’s.

me: This is a very braindead conversation, if I’m going to dignify it by calling it a conversation.

Griffin: You shouldn’t.

Unfortunately, it is a common result of the March for Life. We all are, as Caleb McG put it, feeling rather like bleh.

Goodnight.

Well... Alexandra says that I need to do another post, and I think that she's right.  I see her point; my link at the bottom of the page is making the screen blow up.  =P  Not good. 

So anyway, maybe some of you know that I have the SAT on Saturday.  Bleck.  I'm not looking forward to it.  Today I looked at a study-guide thing that I have and the questions themselves don't really look bad... in fact, I'm kinda looking forward to the essay part.  Whee!  Someone has to read my opinion!  *evil grin*

On the other hand, there is very much the problem which Harold Abrahams complained about in Chariots of Fire -- "I get out there and I have 30 seconds to prove myself."  (Excuse me for that not being an exact quote, but I haven't seen the movie in a long time and cannot find the script online.)  Fortunately, I know that there is a whole lot more to me than one SAT... but there is still pressure.  Yick. 

And now I shall steal shamelessly from what Antion wrote before he had his SAT.  "Well tonight I only have one thing on my mind.... SAT's. I am not nervous at all, but to be truthful, I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm now 17 and before I know it I'll be at college, then I'll get a job, then a wife, and then a family. I once wrote an essay about American's and their fears. I said that the major factor behind most every fear is that we simply don't know, and that is what is freaking me out now."  Now of course in my case, I'm 16 and I will not EVER be getting a wife , but change those two facts and the basic truth remains.  It's pretty scary to be growing up. 

Anyway, goodnight!  Hope that you all have a wonderful day tomorrow!

Whoops... I haven't posted in... a week.  That seems especially sad, considering the fact that this week was off school.  HOWEVER, I've been very busy. 

One of the things that I've been busy at is setting up a new blog.  So, if you feel inclined to check out a something-less-than-fully-functional blog, be my guest.  The address is www.opckid.reformedblogs.com.

I was up late last night, due to Atara's dance recital, followed by DJ and dancing, followed by coming home and talking on AIM for a while.  The good news was that this morning was SATURDAY, and therefore I wouldn't really have to do anything, and knowing my family, probably no one would be awake until 11.

Ha.  Mr. D came around 9:30 to pick up the rest of our wood.  I woke up, looked at Atara's watch, and decided that I was playing possum... there was no way that I was going to help him load his trailer a second time.  =P  Bad me.  ^_^

And then I got up.  And went to the Goodwill with Grandmum, Mom, Atara, and Elpinoine, and then later Mom and I went to WalMart. 

Our family probably could take care of a small economic system all by ourselves.  *shrug*

As I cannot think of anything interesting to say which I feel inclined to type up, I shall now say goodnight and go shower.

Goodnight!

(about our previous visit, see this entry and this one.)

There were too many funny things for me to remember them all.

But, a few.  Note:  These are not the exact words on all convos.  1) Even my memory is not that good.  2) Sometimes I had to change a few words so it would make SOME sense even if you weren't there.

~~~~~

The Keystone Cop sequence at lunch *cough*:

We were eating outside, and it was windy.  As I had drunk everything in my cup, my cup began blowing away.  So I reached out to grab for it and ended up knocking over Elpinoine's cup of water.  Fortunately, no one was sitting there and it was just water, so it wasn't a big problem.  Well, then I hopped up to try cleaning up the water and... erm... forgot that the bench which Madeline and I were sitting on had a bad tendency to TIP if the person at one end got up, so I nearly deposited Madeline on the porch floor.  Oops. 

Atanvarne:  "WELL Narie, I just cleaned the porch, actually!"

me:  "Um... I was just trying to help out?"

Atanvarne:  "You could have just told me that you thought it needed to be washed!"

Abigail:  "It's not her fault that it got spilled, the wind knocked it over!"

Atanvarne:  "The WIMP?  Did you just call her a wimp?"

~~~~~

me:  *is trying to get something out of my pocket*  *lays down on Madeline's bed and tries to jam hand in pocket*

Madeline:  O_o  "Erm... just make yourself at home, okay?"

me:  "Thanks, I am.  Actually, I'm just trying to get something out of my pocket!"

~~~~~

Madeline:  *is trying to retrieve something from Andrew's room*

Abigail and I:  *are waiting for her*

Abigail:  "Are his junk stacks four feet high yet?"

Madeline:  "Actually pretty much yes!"  *shoves at door*

Abigail and I:  *try to force door to open enough so that she can get out*

Madeline:  "Arg!  Don't break it!"

Abigail:  "His door?  Or the stuff we're trying to squish behind it?"

(later)

me:  "He has it that way so that he never has to go on a diet.  If he gains any weight, he will not be able to fit out that door."

~~~~~

Andrew:  "I was saying that HE is an over-achiever because he IS!!  I am not an over-achiever."

me:  "Yeah, who was that thinking of triple-majoring...?"

~~~~~

Andrew:  "Look at this!  I started a trend!  I mowed the grass and now everyone on the street is mowing their grass!"

~~~~~

me:  "Abigail, you're too tall!  Don't grow any more until the next time I see you."

Abigail:  "When will that be?"

me:  "I have no idea."

~~~~~

Ethan:  *checking out my cloak*  "Hey look!  It has holes!"  (the arm holes)

me:  *evil laughter*  "The better to grab you with!!!"

~~~~~~

Alexandra:  "Daddy, my burger tastes like the gas grill."

Emma:  "That's because he cooked it on the gas grill!"

Dr. C:  "Actually it's because all the oil dripped down and then it caught on fire and then it shot up all over everything."

~~~~~

Sophia:  "Daddy burnt the burgers!"

Emma:  "That's because last time they were raw!!"

~~~~~

Mom:  "Andrew just added a Dr. Suess book to his philosophy library.  Do you remember Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are?"

me:  "What was the book?"

Mom:  "Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are --"

me:  (thinking that was her question)  "No, wait, what was the book?"

Mom:  "Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are."

me:  "Wha... OHHHHH!"  

*and there was great laughter*

Mom:  "I guess that would be a no."

~~~~~

Mrs. C:  "And Andrew lost his calc book..."

Andrew:  "I did what?"

Mrs. C:  "You lost your calculus book and had to redo a bunch of the lessons."

Andrew:  "What?  I don't remember that.  Are you sure it was me?"

Mrs. C:  "Yes.  It was you.  You lost your book.  And had to redo a bunch of it."

Andrew:  "I completely do not remember that!"

me:  "Apparently he lost his memory as well as his book."

*uproarous laughter*

~~~~~

me:  "And Sam...wise..."

Madeline:  "Sam...pause...wise."

~~~~~

Ethan:  *comes running in with a Ken whose head keeps coming off*

me:  "Ethan, please stop throwing that head across the floor at us!"

Ethan:  *evil laughter*  "It just falls off!  I can't---" *head falls off again at my feet* "--help it!"

~~~~~

Atanvarne, Madeline, Atara and I were upstairs in their bedroom giggling hysterically.

me:  "Erhem!  *cough*  Madeline, WE are supposed to be the mature ones here!"

Madeline:  *stops laughing*  "We are!"

me:  frightening thought!

~~~~~

Atanvarne:  *holding sachet out to Atara and me*  "Here, smell this!  It smells wonderful!"  *chokecoughsputter*

Madeline:  "ATANVARNE!  REALLY!"

me:  "Atanvarne" *laugh* "you could never *laugh* be an Assassin..." *is laughing too hard to finish the thought*

Madeline:  (quite helpfully finishing it for me)  "That is, you'd take a small bite of some food you had poisoned to prove to your victim that it really wouldn't hurt them before handing it to them..."

me:  "And you'd keel over dead right before they took a bite!"

~~~~~

Random funny things

~Sophia and I pretending to fall off the edge of the porch

~The stealthy eaters of the cinnamon poptart

~The stealthy eaters (oops, I mean people helpfully cleaning up!) the cake crumbs and frosting

It was that kind of a week, pretty much... the sort where I wake up thinking on Monday (to quote Paul --  Not the apostle, a kid who comes to youth group sometimes)  Aaaah I don't wanna.  However, it also occured to me that my jobs for the week weren't likely to do themselves if I just stayed in bed.  *sigh*  So... I got up.  And here are the scores for the week:

~8 page English paper on hubris and such... I think it's done, Mom'll have to proofread it, but hopefully it won't need much more. 

~science paper.  I think my experiments are done (such as they be) but I do need to write up the results so that I have... a paper.  ^_^

~Omnibus finals.  *cough*  They're, um, waiting for next week. 

~El Leon, la Bruja y el Ropero -- done.  Yay!  Actually I enjoyed it and I may read it again before too long without an English copy in hand to refer to. 

~Spanish paper, which ended up being a comparison between Aslan and Jesus, is written.  More on that in a minute.

~The speech on St. Augustine is done. 

And oh happy week, we did not do a single calc lesson.  We had to be at least 3/4 of the way through the book, but we (Mom and I) valiently did far more than that. 

Many thanks for the almost completed school year are due to:

God, obviously, because I owe everything to Him.

My dear family who let me on the compy almost as much as I needed. 

My dear Mother who suffered (okay, okay... and giggled...) through Calc with me.  And listened to me rant about my Omnibus books.  And so forth. 

The people at Bible Study who patiently listened to me make a speech.  Again.  For the third year in a row.  And did not go to sleep during it, even though I completely forgot how to pronounce Augustine's name.  *blushes sheepishly*  Next year I think I'll have to find someone named "Joe" to do a speech about.

Everyone who put up with my many complaints about school.  Outside of my family, Mahtaliel comes to mind.  ^_^

And Antion deserves some thanks (although he'll kill me if he sees this) because he has very helpfully agreed to look over my Spanish paper.  Agreed, in this case, meaning that last night when I said "speaking of spanish I need you to check a paper I wrote" he didn't say "Are you crazy?"

The other things to be thanked are the compy, my calculator, the CD player, and the pencil sharpener.  AND my little sibs who wore down all the pencils for me so that I'd have nice short ones to write with.

Goodnight!

OK, so it hasn't actually been that long.  Less than a week, I guess!  Hmm... so... I'm working on three reports right now... an English one on hubris, a science one which has to do with various observations involving copper wire and batteries... and a Spanish one which is about the whole Aslan/Jesus thing.

Not much going on at youth group tonight... everyone has allergies or is sick of school or both.  Antion did have an embarrassing moment the other day when he got a bit too into his music while he was driving (actually stopped at a red light) and shut his eyes and consequently got honked at.  Why he tells these stories to the entire youth group is beyond me.  O_o

Ah, yes, and his brother Josh also now has a driver's permit (Go Josh, go Josh!) and is mainly happy just to have keys.  Yay for Josh!  *gives thumbs up to Josh*

Sheesh, this is a boring post.  I'm sorry.  School is almost done and my brain is thinking about quitting a few days early.