That this is just a quick update

Just thought you'd like to know I just watched a snake attack a
mouse... I screamed.

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LETTER TO A FRIEND BACK HOME

Dear LeeLee
PERSON IN ROOM, Well, here we are at the pretty
ADJECTIVE Seaside Hotel in (the) the bathroom
A PLACE. The weather is awe-inspiring
ADJECTIVE and the temperature is 464.24
NUMBER degrees. Our hotel room looks out onto a garden filled with pasta
TYPE OF FOOD trees and tropical socks
PLURAL NOUN. The natives are all cool
ADJECTIVE and spend their time ending
VERB ENDING IN 'ING' and riding their buttons
PLURAL NOUN through the streets. Most of them only speak Latin
LANGUAGE, but I can communicate by making signs with my arm
PART OF THE BODY. The local food is really dark
ADJECTIVE. Mostly they eat light
ADJECTIVE burritos and refried apples
TYPE OF FOOD (PLURAL). Our hotel only costs a hundred goobers
SILLY WORD (PLURAL) a day. We are going to spend the week peeing
VERB ENDING IN 'ING' and then come home. Wish you were here.

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Copyright (C) 2009, 2001, 1988 by Price Stern Sloan, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 345 Hudson Street, New York, NY 10014

LeeLee

Sent from my iPod

That today has been satisfactory

On the good news side of things:
I have followers! Thank you, Jasmine!
I spent an hour talking to my "older brother" who's actually just a
really close friend of mine.
I started beadweaving a bracelet. It didn't go too well at first, and
I ended up breaking the needle. I think I might have gotten the hang
of it now.
It's my sister's twenty-first birthday.
My best friend's mom's surgery is tommorow.
I found an app that I can text on (my rents won't buy me a cell phone
until I'm sixteen).
I learned enough of the words to "Photo Booth" by the Carter Teins to
sing along.

Bad news:
I have "Photo Booth" stuck in my head.
I didn't get any writing done today... Including the rough draft of a
five paragraph essay about Great Expectations due a week from today.
I told myself I'd go to bed on time tonight... yeah, that didn't happen.

LeeLee
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she's sorry

I know I don't currently have any followers, so I guess it's more of
an apology to myself for not blogging for a week. It feels weird. I
don't know...
Anyway, Christmas was awesome. I got and iPod touch. Now I have
Internet access twentyfour seven! And now I am abusing the privilage
and being on at all hours. Oh, well. Sucks for my online friends :)
Let's see, what else is new? We got eighteen inches of snow last
weekend. I'm not too fond of snow. It's okay and all, I just don't
like it too much. I'm rather particular about my weather. Hate sleet
and clouds without precipitation, don't like snow, indifferent about
hail, like fog, really like mist, love the sun, practically worship
the rain. Note how I hate clouds but like fog. Fog is cool. Especially
when you're on what I call a "road to nowhere" where the road kind of
disappears into the fog.

I'm going to bed. Night, world.
LeeLee

Sent from my iPod

So, well, I actually can’t really think of anything to blog about. -gasp- I mean, I know that I could talk about Hanukah, but I’m kinda ticked off with my dad and so I don’t want to write about that because the only reason we celebrate it is because of him. And I could talk about him, but I don’t want to do that.
Well, the CIA is having our Christmas party today. Oh, and the CIA I’m talking about is Christians in Action, not Central Intelligence Agency. Ours is much cooler. Last week we threw around a roll of French bread and crumbs were flying everywhere. I was supposed to have twelve cookies, but my dad… it’s a long story. We’re a small group. It’s me, Elliot (freshman), Greg (freshman), Nathan (freshman), Elliot’s sister (junior), Allaire (junior), Chelsea Spyres (senior), and Chelsea Thompson (senior). Sometimes Ashley (junior) comes, and there used to be a girl named Monee in there (idk…). I don’t know what happened to her. The meetings used to be really quiet, but then Chelsea T.’s aunt came in and talked to us about stuff and we’re a much rowdier bunch now, which is good. Anyways, Christmas party today!
I got my grade for the Telecom test- 90%! Last time I got about a 74%, so this is improvement! Still waiting on the other grades.
I don’t know what else to say. I am, like, out of muse!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH! I am working on the whole "proving myself" thing. My friend Stephen... I always seem to be following him in the morning, and he's always telling me I don't have to. But I feel weird on my own, so I follow him. He thinks that I can't be alone, but I can. Today I am alone in this library, by myself, no friends here. Ha HA! Take THAT!

Anyways….
LeeLee

that not having internet really, truly sucks, as does Great Expectations

Due to unfortunate events including Hanukah lights, time management, dinner drinks, and groundation, I do not have internet at my house for the next two weeks. Therefore, all of my blog posts will be typed up at home, saved to my flash drive, and posted from one of the computers in the school library. In other words, I will only be able to post on days I have school until the Monday after Christmas.

By the way, groundation is a made up word, being the noun form of “grounded.” It was invented by my ex-boyfriend’s cousin and used in the sentence “I can’t play video games because I’m on groundation” at Zach’s birthday party last March. He was made fun of in good spirits by the adults and older cousins and asked if he was ground into the foundation.

Anyways… I hate Great Expectations. It’s the book we are currently reading in English class. We’re on chapter… I think I was supposed to read up to chapter forty-two. I read a couple chapters last night while have an insomniac episode (the Grammar Nazi is confused there), and am planning to SparkNote and CliffNote as soon as this is posted. And if I have time, I’m hitting the book fair on the other side of the library. We’ll see. I might just take another zero on the reading quiz and hit the book fair first… I have (or should have) money with me today. I still have Christmas gifts to but, and I feel like I deserve to treat myself to at least a new pen. Hmmm… I wonder if they have the multi-colored pens like the one I got for Christmas last year that Zach decided he just had to see if he could get two pens out at once and it exploded… he promised me he’d get me a new one, but he also promised me he’d never hurt me. Obviously, he’s not one to keep promises. But I refuse to be bitter. Anyways, back to GE. Great Expectations is the most boring and the second most confusing book I’ve ever had to read for school (the most confusing being Lord of the Flies, which was the last book we read). I have to read the same passage at least twice before I understand it. I just wish we’d move on to, say, Catcher in the Rye, which my mom says I’ll really enjoy. Or To Kill a Mockingbird, which I started a month ago and never finished only because it was NaNoWriMo month and I couldn’t finish it before its due date at the library. I really liked the first two books I had to read this year, Fahrenheit 451 and Of Mice and Men, never read The Pearl, or SparkNoted it, for that matter (that’s what classmates are for), was extremely disturbed by Lord of the Flies but kind of liked it, and I.absolutely.hate Great Expectations. I have absolutely nothing against Charles Dickens, but Great Expectations suuuuucks.

that she loves the rain

It's raining. Oh, how I love the rain. It makes me a little restless, but I still love it. It's so calm, so peaceful. It's rejuvenating, and it's wet. I confused Stephen the first day that it rained this school year. he got out his umbrella and opened it, and I refused to walk underneath it. He said he only got it out because of me. I don't like umbrellas very much. I don't see why one would stand under an umbrella when they could dance and run and frolic out in the rain instead. I want my first kiss to be in a parking lot, under the street lamps, in the rain, after dancing. It's not realistic, but it's still my dream. Perhaps it's because of listening to Taylor Swift's "Fearless." But even before that, I've always thought of rain as romantic. I remember lying on my bed when I was younger, writing in my diary and listening to the rain. I love thunder, too, and lightning. Last summer, on my way to my best friend's house, it was pouring. Absolutely pouring. It was a two hour drive normally, but it was raining so badly that it took us three hours to get there. I had a lot of fun on that trip. We nearly had to pull over a couple of times because her mom couldn't see out the windshield. We were at a dead stop once, and there was a lightning bolt that went from so high up we couldn't see to the ground, and the thunder shook the truck. It was amazing, and scary, too. And, let's see, any more rain memories? Well, when I lived in Kansas, there was a really bad thunderstorm when my then best friend and her brother were over after school and the tornado sirens went off and we hung out in the basement for a while. Oh, and on that subject, tornadoes are awesome, too.There was once a tornado that STOP! Okay, before I go on, I must say that none of the tornadoes I've gone through have done any damage,and therefore are cool. Nondestructive tornadoes are extremely cool. Destructive tornadoes are only cool if they're fake (like on the Wizard of Oz or something like that). Anyways, GO! my dad and I watched from the front porch and it literally disappeared right. over. our. house. It was soooooooooo cool! Hurricanes, now that I'm back in hurricane territory or whatever it's called (there's Tornado Alley, is there something for hurricanes? I believe so), are okay. I think they're just plain old okay. Again, I'm talking about nondestructive. I mean, I love the rain and all (see above) but that's a lot. Rain lasting for more than two days is too much. I love the wind, too, but again, too much. I guess the first few days are cool, but the rest? I'll take a tornado any day. :-)

So tomorrow, I go back to school. I have four test grades I may or may not find out, a couple of people to ask "Are you mad at me?" a couple of people to apologize to, and one person to avoid at all costs. I've got one person to prove myself to, one person to thank, and a book fair to hit up. I've got a couple of late assignments to turn in. I've... oh, shoot, I have seven chapters of sparknoting- I mean, reading to do! Crud, I forgot all about that. You know what I think? I think that I should burn all copies of Great Expectations. But that's for another post.

See you tomorrow!

Oh, and Happy Channukah to those of you who celebrate it. My (step)dad's Jewish, so we celebrate it. Mom made latkes last night. Again, another post. Oh, boy, I have a lot of ideas today!

 

LeeLee

that Secret Santas are really hard when you're broke.

I'm hoping you'll be able to see this, as it's in white font. You should, because it's a black background, and if you can't, you won't be reading this, so why exactly am I rambling? Oh, well.

Well, I want to get the person I picked for Secret Santa what I know he wants, but it's an eighteen dollar item and I only have fifteen to spend on him. The rest of the money I have will be spent on my best friend/soul twin because she deserves an epic Christmas this year. Her mom has two tumors in her neck that could be the beginning signs of cancer. We don't know. She's going to have surgery on the twenty-ninth, and there's a forty percent chance that they won't be able to remove the tumors. And my best friend lives an hour and a half away, so I can't physically be there for her like I want to be, so I'm going to put together a bunch of stuff and mail it to her. Like, hot cocoa packets and marshmallows and tissues and good books and stuff like that. Fortunately, my Secret Santa person knows my best friend and what we are going through and should understand, and perhaps I will be able to find him something under budget that he'll like just as well. -crossing fingers- I mean, he used to be my best friend, and I know him pretty well, so I should be able to pick something he'll like. Mom and I are going to go somewhere before the twenty-third and find something. Ugh. Wish me luck.

 

Lee

that her father can be so unfair sometimes

Okay. So for band I have to do an concert evaluation before the marking period ends. It has to be of a band that is high school level or higher. At first I wanted to go to my friends' high school band concert. Apparently my mom got the dates mixed up, and I missed it. So we were like, "okay, we'll just go to the community band concert Friday night." I told her today (it'll be yesterday by the time this posts) that it was in Wilmington, which is about a twenty minute drive with no traffic. My dad overheard this and lectured me about how I had three months to do this and I shouldn't be putting everything off until the last minute and that Mom would not be taking me all the way into Wilmington when it was my fault and I should've done it sooner, and so if I can't find another concert before the marking period ends, I'll just have to explain to my band teacher that I have to take a zero for the assignment because I'm so irresponsible. Okay, first of all, I found out about it three weeks ago, so how did I have three months to do it? And second of all, I had a Plan A and a Plan B. I admit, I should've been on top of making sure Mom had the right date, but I trusted her! I'm not blaming her, I'm just defending myself. And it wasn't my fault the community band concert that five other people I know have no problem going to was "so far away." I didn't pick the place! And I have one hour of recreational online time every weekday, and two hours on weekends. My dad threatened to take internet away for two weeks if I went over looking for another concert to go to. That's not recreational, Father. That's homework.

Fw: that the fact that I can update my blog from my email is totally awesome

I'm really hoping that the whole subject line comes up on this.
Hello, everyone. I have discovered the joy of email updates. So now I can update my blog from places where I can access my email, but not my blog . . . not that there is such a place. I guess I can send from friend's email addresses, too . . . I'll have to see if Stephen will let me send a quick email update from his iPod Touch one morning on the way to school. Stephen, by the way, is my carpool buddy, and one of my best guy friends. He's been acting strangely lately. More irritable than usual. Ah, well. Such is life. I'm his ride to school tomorrow morning, so he can't quite go out of his way to piss me off if he wants to be on time :-)
I'm actually writing this at eight o'clock on Thursday night, but the parental controls just kicked in and lucky me has no internet until six AM Friday morning. So it will not be posted until I regain internet at six. -sigh-
I had four tests today, which means, since we have lovely block scheduling, I had a test in every class. I am in advanced classes, but I'm not doing too well at the moment. I may even have to drop, which will earn me the Badge of Shame. Oh, right. I have to explain that. Right now, unless you actually know me in real life, you are probably looking at your screen and saying "what the heck?" or some other choice words.
There are only twenty-six kids in the advanced program at my school, and we're a pretty close-knit group. I'm not saying we all like each other, but we're like a family. Our math teacher does this thing if you forget your homework or something like that. She'll go "dun, dun, dahhhh. Badge of Shame." Then Brandon made a real Badge of Shame. It gets passed along if someone says "shut up" or another punishable offense.
Anyways, so I was really stressing out about three of these four tests. (The fourth one was in Health, and it's always multiple choice <i>and</i> open note, so it's extremely easy.) First was English. It was a sixty-five point "quiz" on the first thirty chapters of Great Expectations, which I hate and haven't read. I love Sparknotes and Cliffnotes. Anyways, that was mainly multiple choice, and it had ten questions that were each one point extra credit, so -crossing fingers-.
The second one was Health, and I will be shocked if I didn't get my normal 60/60.
The third one was Telecom (Communications Technology, or Telecommunications). All multiple choice (scantron), but it was fifty questions and I had to guess on a couple. I feel pretty confident about it, but I did last time, too, and ended up getting a 78%...
And the last one was World Civ. It was two essays. I really, really suck at the essays. Granted, the last essay I wrote for her, I passed, but... The essays have to be three paragraphs, and I had to bluff and fluff my way through. I mean, really. Can you write three paragraphs on the question "How successful was the Weimar Republic in solving the problems of Germany by 1928?" when the first paragraph is supposed to be saying "successful," the second saying "unsuccessful," and the third giving your overall opinion, without using the word "I? "Okay, class, now remember, no I's in History!" Uh, uh, uh, uh, um, HUH? And a whole paragraph giving your answer? "(Monotone) It was fairly successful. It could've done better, but it could've done worse. The end." ...............................................yeah...............
So I should have my results on Monday! Wish me luck!

LeeLee

that this is her first blog post!!!

Eeee, I'm so excited, I finally have a blog of my very own! I've had one before, but I share it with my bestest friend and it's a private blog and nobody sees it but us.
So, a little bit about me. I am a freshman in high school in Delaware. I am a band geek, a teacher's pet, a daydreamer, a writer, a reader, an okay friend . . . I feel emotions very strongly (perhaps too strongly . . .). For example, I get stressed easily and I get mad easily and I laugh easily and I cry easily and I fall in "love" easily and I fall out easily and I get obsessed easily . . . I could go on and on.
My interests? Writing, reading, talking, boys, photography, Native American culture (though I am in no way Native American), wolves, boys . . . I am one of those Twilight girls, but I'm not looking for arguments. I do enjoy arguing, but that's in real life with people I know. I don't like to argue with people over the internet because it can escalade if something comes across as something that was not meant, and then it's up for everyone to see, and it's just . . . it doesn't work. I also enjoy Eragon, Harry Potter, the House of Night, Chronicles of Vladimir Todd, Lauren Myracle's chat novels, Vampire Diaries, and the Xanth novels.
I am a firm believer in Christ, but again, I am not looking for any arguments. However, if you ever want to learn more about Jesus and the bible, let me know.
Ummmm . . . my idol is hayleyghoover. If you haven't already, check her out on YouTube or Google her and find her blog. I follow her vlogs at the moment, but have yet to start reading her blog.
So . . . that's about it!