This is the Stuff

This is living proof that I have gotten the hang of the Microsoft paint on this laptop computer of mine.  Yeah, my dad managed to make me happy by making my computer not only work, but he made it so that I have two computer monitors like I did last year.

I don't remember if I've complained about my computer on my blog because everything I say on the computer kind of gets jumbled in my head.  In case I didn't say anything (I probably did, I just don't remember), my computer, as in Cosmo the Pluffkin's computer, was not working.  It was, like, dying and stuff and it wasn't good, so my dad managed to fix it (I don't have a clue how, I'm not really that techno).  That was the good part.  The other good part is that I didn't lose any of my documents and now my computer has a newer set up to it and there's a clock in both corners of on of the screens.  It's pretty cool.

Also pretty cool, is that I had yet another epic sleepover with Muppet; this time, for her birthday.  We stayed up late, but not until four 'o clock like usual, watching movies, surfing the internet, laughing, talking, baking, and basically partying the night away.  It was a whole lot of fun.  We watched The Big Year on TV.  It's a comedy.  It was about birdwatching and it was interesting, for you out there craving good movies to see.

We were going to watch Avatar, but after The Big Year we decided to have 'present time'.  Muppet got a new Barbie, the first Edge Chronicles book, and Lady and the Tramp on Blue-ray.  So guess what we watched...Lady and the Tramp.  I swear I have not seen that movie in forever.  I remembered the dogs, but I couldn't remember the storyline.

Later we colored in one of Muppet's coloring books while listening to Jungle Jam.  If you don't know what Jungle Jam is, it's kind of like the life lessons of Vegietales combined with animals except on a radio show.  We always skip over the songs on it, though, because they are incredibly annoying.

Monday was another Confirmation meeting in which nobody would talk to me no matter how hard I tried.  Today I have Zumba with my ultimate favorite instructor in the universe.  Tomorrow...Hmmm....What could possibly be tomorrow....It'll be the twenty-ninth.  I'm trying to think of what could possibly happen tomorrow...  Ha ha! I'm kidding.  Tomorrow is Muppet's fourth and 16th birthday!
 Happy Birthday to my favorite Muppet!

LOL!  Isn't he cute?  You'll never guess who made him!  Me of course!  Cosmo the Pluffkin made him!  I can't wait!  She's going to wear this adorable new shirt she has that says, "It's finally my birthday" and has a little frog wearing a birthday hat.

Then she gets to sing the song I came up with:

Happy Birthday to me
I'm no longer three...

well that's all I came up with but then it could go:

Now that I'm four
you'll love me even more.

Yeah.  Then I start rhyming in my head again.

Ooh!  My sister is baking cupcakes for Muppet and she let me lick the beaters!  They were full of frosting yummy-ness.

So I have this song stuck in my head:

Beautiful
By: MercyMe

Days will come when you don’t have the strength
When all you hear is you're not worth anything
Wondering if you ever could be loved
And if they truly saw your heart, they’d see too much

You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You are made for so much more than all of this
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You are treasured, you are sacred
You are His
You’re beautiful

Praying that you have the heart to fight
‘Cause you are more than what is hurting you tonight
For all the lies you’ve held inside so long
They are nothing in the shadow of the cross

You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You are made for so much more than all of this
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You are treasured, you are sacred
You are His
You’re beautiful

Before you ever took a breath
Long before the world began
Of all the wonders He possessed
There was one more precious
Of all the earth and skies above
You’re the one He madly loves
Enough to die

You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
In His eyes

Good song.  On Jesus Freak Hideout it has this quote from MercyMe about the song:

"This song was originally written with all of the band's daughters in mind, but the further I got into the lyrics the more I realized the message was something that everyone could relate to. It basically speaks of how the world says we are never good enough, yet Christ saw something beautiful in us worth dying for." - MercyMe

I'm going to, hopefully, watch some of the Ninjago TV series with my brother soon.  Oh, it's time!  Apparently they're funny.

Long time, no Blog

So this week started out fine.  Last Friday, my brother had a gym meet so he was gone until late Saturday night.  Friday to Saturday, I was writing this report about Martin Luther (you know, the guy who got struck by lightning and began shouting, "Help me St. Anne!  I will become a monk!").  On Saturday, I looked up on Wikipedia when he died, because I didn't happen to catch that information while watching the movie Here I Stand on Netflix, and it turned out he died on February 18th (the date of last Saturday).  It was the freakiest thing EVER.  Ever, ever.  Then, I pulled up Calculator and subtracted 2012 minus 1546 and the answer was 466.  466 years ago, Martin Luther died.  That's a long time ago.

So then, I spent lots of time IMing (instant messaging) my BFF Muppet on Facebook and she told me that I could go to the movies with her on March 3rd to see the Larax.  Great right?  There isn't anything better than spending the night outside eating pop-corn while watching the pictures flash by at a drive in theater.  It had JUST BARELY fit in with our schedule because I had a girls retreat that same week but it would end at like four 'o clock or something.

Then on Sunday, we IMed again and she told me what an idiot she was because she realized that she meant the 2nd and not the 3rd (Muppet: you are not an idiot, we all forget little details sometimes)... That meant that the drive in was a no go.  BUT (yes listen, it gets better) she said that I could spend the night at her house this Friday (which she always spells Firday, but I make worse typos)!!! That means that I get to wait less time to see her again, but that also means I get to see her four whole times this week (Drama Club, the next Teacher's Meeting for the homeschoolers, and that Friday-Saturday sleep-over).  Well, I guess she's turning four.  Lucky leapling.

Muppet and I get to dress up tomorrow for the Teacher's Meeting so we decided to dress up to go together.  I decided to go as a butterfly and she decided to go as a flower.  Some friends of ours had butterfly wings for me to wear.  I decided to wear one of my my many butterfly tanktops that I own with them and then wear a headband with pipe-cleaner antena attached to it.

I can't wait for Friday!  Except it reminds me of an annoying song: "Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday!" I don't even know the tune.  It's just like a chant in my head.  It's still annoying.  We're going to eat salt and vinigar potato chips and watch Avatar (because that's another one of those cool movies that came out before I was ready to watch anything rated PG-13), and play Mario Kart, and this awesome Wii Paint sort of game, and stay up all night, and laugh at eachother, and...and...and...it's going to be a long, long night.  It's going to be a good, good night.  and now my mind is writing songs and rhymes and tunes which either means that I'm really happy or really upset.

I'm also glad that I don't have to do any math tomorrow because we're going to this play about the life of this famous guy that isn't really familiar to me: Buddy Holly.  So apparently he wrote good music and then just as his musical career took off, he took off in an airplane; and crashed.  And he wore big glasses...like the kind that you would think nerds wear.  That has nothing to do with it really, though.  Oh my gosh!  Dinner smells amazing!  I am hungry now... and my time ran out...so...

Until later, Cosmo the Pluffkin

Theories and Stories

Yes, I have theories sometimes.  Yes, I write stories sometimes.  They aren't always affective, but I come up with them all the same.

Just today, I was walking down the staircase at Lifestyles and I said that, after the squat track that the instructor did, I felt like my feet were suction cups that I had to peel off the floor just to move.  I'm still getting over the sickness I had and now the worst is over.  Now I'm just coughing occasionally.

I realized today is Valentine's day.  I don't really care about Valentines day.  Once I realized that people thought it was more than exchanging candy and happy looking cards, I stopped liking it as much.  Valentine's day for some reason is about love.  Why is it that you only have one day of love?  Isn't life about love?  If nobody had any love, we would all be killing each other and therefore die out and the human race would go extinct.

I also stopped liking Valentine's day because of some of the people at youth group.  They thought that every girl in the universe had to have a boyfriend and if you didn't, there was something wrong with you.  Nobody at youth group seemed to like me for me; it was all about the cell phones and the newest technology and, wait a second, which baseball team do you like?  Wow that's stupid.  You are so stupid! you have never had a first kiss, WHAT? you mean your parents won't let you have a facebook?  Or a Tablet?  Or an I-phone?  You have to time yourself on the computer?  Only THIRTY MINUTES?  You have to TELL your parents when you go on the computer?  What kind of sheltered homeschooler are you?  Don't homeschoolers just sit inside their boxes and write papers all day?  Don't you ever get to socialize?  Don't you have friends?  Don't you like somebody? 

Well if people would stop insulting me and actually (Lord forbid) TALK to me and be nice to me, maybe I would socialize and have friends!

Ugh.

I have Muppet.  I only need one friend....one GOOD friend.

Now that I'm done ranting about the people who think I'm weird, I wanted to show you the first chapter of my second story.  And I realized, last time, that I put the title of the story itself and not the chapter name: AMY  That's what it's called if you want to know.  This story does not have chapter titles.  It's just called

Lightswitch

If you read the first sentence of this page you might, in fact, think the story inside it was lame.  Your mothers said don’t judge a book by its cover.  So, you didn’t.  You open it to the first page and read the very first sentence and decide that reading this book is not worth all of this trouble.  You close the book so that you can play a mindless video game.  By this point you probably haven’t even read this sentence that actually begins the story inside of this book.

                The child wept over a pile of lava.

By this point you think that the book is a complete waste of time.  Not only is it boring, it also makes completely no sense.  If you are an avid reader, you will continue to read, getting more out of the story than your book-hating friend.  If you have one, anyways.  Read on, please.

                The child wept over a pile of lava.  But, the child wasn’t a child.  It was a mountain, spouting lava out of it.  Or was it?  Shelly couldn’t tell.  She crept closer to the silhouette for a better look at it.  Both of her accusations were incorrect.

The figure was a boy crying.  But, he was crying lava.  Shelly was torn between reaching out to the boy or screaming and running.  She decided on screaming when she realized the boy was stone.  She ran back to her town to tell the mayor.  But the question was: would he believe her?  The answer was no.

                Shelly sat in her room after her parents finished scolding her for (a being late for dinner (b telling tall tales to the mayor and (c for humiliating everybody, including herself, in front of the mayor.  What Shelly needed was proof of the monster she found.

                She could go and capture him and bring him home.  That wouldn’t work well, though.  Not with being grounded for two days.  In that time, the rock beast could very well have enough time to escape.  She would have to break some rules.

                That night she opened up her window and escaped from her house.  Shelly walked back to the mountains where she had found the creature.  He wasn’t there.  His giant foot prints led into a cave.  A glow protruded from the mountain.  Eyes glared at her from within the crevice.  The giant beast stood up and took a step toward her.  This was surely the end.  Or was it?

This story is much better written than the other one.  I wonder if you have noticed any similarities in the feel of the stories.  If you don't now, you will later.

Five Second Video's and More Mario

So, one of my friends was showing me all of these cool five second videos on YouTube.  Basically, they are five second renditions of movies.

The best ones are the Titanic, the Lion King, Shrek, and Up.  They are hilarious!  Just look for _____ In Five Seconds on YouTube and you'll enjoy five whole seconds of laughs.

Besides that, I decided I would show you some pictures that I altered on Paint.  I think they are pretty funny and they make great desktops for your computer.  You will always laugh when you look at them.

It's best if you click on them and view them on a larger scale.  And look really closely for more laughs.

I was wondering if people would care if I posted the first chapter of the three stories I've been writing.  I've given up on writing them but they have some really good ideas in them.  I just keep writing the same sort of characters over and over and over again, it feels like, to try and get the perfect story.  I keep getting something like thirty pages of each one but I'm not able to write more.  If I post them, maybe I'll read them some myself and maybe I'll get more interested in writing again.  I haven't written anything 'fun' since last year.  Now all of the writing I do, I'm no longer enjoying as much because it's all for my history.

So, I have cocoa to drink since it's so cold today.  I'm going to post the first chapter of my first story to read and you can even let me know how much you like it.

Alone

“I hate both of you!” Amy screamed violently at her mom.  Her mom stopped arguing with Amy’s dad on the phone to listen.  I swear! All they do anymore is argue with each other! Amy’s thoughts screamed at her like a bunch of evil demons.

Amy was an only fifteen year old and now her parents were getting a divorce.  She had beautiful, sleek, molasses-brown hair and eyes the color of the Pacific Ocean.  She was very intelligent, but she never got the eight hours of sleep she needed because she often stayed up and read the books on her book shelf while her parents quarreled.

At school people made fun of her parents and her last name, Castorini, by calling her Out-Castorini.  The cooler kids at school would pull all sorts of jokes and pranks on her.  Once they put an ice cream sandwich down her shirt.  Another time they dropped a frog in Amy’s water.  What made it worse was that everyone at Amy’s school had a boyfriend and wore the ultimate trendiest apparel to school.  That’s what Amy didn’t have. Amy often called the school to tell them she was sick, even though she wasn’t, just to stay away from the catastrophes that happened to her there.  Her parents cared more about their own issues than her problems.

Amy ran to her room and slammed her door as hard as she could, tears of hatred and sorrows streamed down her face like fresh fallen rain down a mountain’s slope.  Amy swept her wavy deep brown hair back into a ponytail.  She picked up her red leather suitcase and opened it with one swift movement.  Inside of the suitcase were a box of crackers, a jar of pickles, a jar of peanut butter, five clean outfits, and a photo of her grandma.  Hurriedly, she shoved a chocolate bar, her favorite red sweater, a flashlight, and a package of batteries into her suitcase.  She stuffed her black leather wallet, her phone, and a pocket knife into her pockets. Amy put on a pair of white and gray socks and stuffed each foot into her worn down, white and blue sneakers. “Now I’m ready.” Amy thought aloud.  Or was she?

            Jack, the house cat was sleeping soundly on the purple corduroy couch, when he overheard the loud conversation Amy and Amy’s parents had had.  Jack stretched from head to toe, cleaned his face, jumped off the couch, and bounded off to Amy’s room.  He scratched at the door until Amy opened it for him.  “What on earth are you doing, Amy?” his face seemed to say. “You know, you can’t go away with me, Jack.” Amy said thoughtfully, as she stroked his thick, warm, black fur gently.  Jack looked at Amy with puzzled, shining eyes.  “I’m sorry Jack, but I have to leave you.  I’m running away.” Jack flopped on the bed and rolled over showing his white, fluffy tummy.  Amy rubbed his silky stomach.  Tears fell silently from Amy’s shimmering blue-gray eyes to the soft cat below her.

            Amy slowly snapped the suitcase shut and shuffled over to her bedroom window.  She looked around her room again to be sure she had everything.  Quietly, Amy opened the window, looked around outside and leapt from the sill to the carpet of grass below.  Amy tried to close the window from the outside, but it wouldn’t budge.  Cursing, Amy crept to the front of the house, unlatched the picket fence and left.  There was no turning back now.

            Amy’s cell phone vibrated in her pocket, making her jump in surprise.  Taking her Blackberry out of her jean’s pocket was easy.  Looking at the caller ID was not.  Amy blinked her eyes rapidly to keep her tears back.  She shoved it back in her pocket.  “Of course, my mother of all people calls me at this time.” She mumbled mindlessly, “I’m not answering it.”

suddenly I'm realizing how old this story is.  I guess it's pretty good considering I was probably twelve or thirteen when I first started writing it.  I remember that I thought that I made the characters really old because they were two or three years older than me.

I hope you enjoyed it.  I'll post the first chapter of another story tomorrow... or maybe Tuesday.  Something.

BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA BRAINS!

So, I went over river and through the woods to my grandmother's house to spend the weekend while my parent's are off at a Married 4 Life retreat.  One part of my mind says, "Aw, how sweet! and it's almost Valentines day too."  The other part of my mind says, "Aw-some! I get to dedicate an entire weekend to reading my book!"

Yeah, so BTW, I'm reading this cool book called The Help.  I saw the movie in theaters and loved it so I got the movie for Christmas.  I watched it with Muppet the last time I visited her house.  I brought chocolate pie and we were SUPPOSED to eat it but I forgot about eating it because by that time I was falling asleep watching Tarzan.  Then I forgot that I could have eaten it that morning and I left three or four slices there so I hope Muppet got to eating it.  Oh, the chocolate pie is a joke from the movie/book.  I haven't quite read to that part yet, though.  You should read the book or watch the movie because if I tell you about the joke, it would ruin the book and the movie for you.  Just trust me.

So besides reading, I've gone on Facebook, email and now I'm blogging.  I also ended up playing some Starwars card game with my brother and then the Lego game, Heroica.  Some how it reminds me of watching Vegetales Lord of the Beans.  That reminds me, I still haven't watched Lord of the Rings which apparently is an amazing movie according everyone who has seen it.  I remember people raving about how amazing it was a long time ago and it kind of reminds me of the way some people rave on about Twilight.  But I'm quite certain that Lord of the Rings has a better plot, special effects, and author than Twilight.  Not that I've actually read it but, now people have ruined any spark inside of me that ever wanted to watch Twilight.

Do you like Mario?  Do you love Mario?  I do!  Actually I like Yoshi better than Mario.  Yoshi can eat Mario... For breakfast! Anyways.  My point about Mario is that I have an awesome link to some SUPER AWESOME Mario games.  Go to:

http://www.onlinesupermario.com/mario-world.php

Yes Go to it....NOW!  I command you to enter the portal to the handsome plumber's headquarters.  Just kidding. It's just a bunch of cool games but I highly suggest playing the game it pulls up with first.  You can check out the random games, but I don't like Halloween Mario because if Mario loses all his health, his head falls off.  Heads disturb me.  Especially decapitated heads.  The Luigi game is the same too.  But Super Mario Flash Bros is fun and if you happen to beat the one cave level, let me know because, not being good at video games, I just can't seem to get past it.  Oh, and play Mario Starcatcher and Mario Sunshine.  Those are two of my favorites.  Mario Starcatcher has a few errors that when you play it though.  When you get to the moving bridges you have to keep walking or else they will move out from under Mario making him fall to his doom.  And all of the Piranha plant pipes lead to level six unless you are careful to just tap the 'down arrow' once.  Level six is weird.  There's a secret invisible block that you can jump onto to get to a bunch of coins and if you jump on it, it will become visible.  If you happen to jump fast enough, it won't appear.  And the '!' box is strange on level six because you can jump and hit it to reveal more hidden blocks, but if you hit it fast enough you can mess it up so that only one or two of the three blocks is showing.  Sometimes on the game, if you fall to your doom, it will act as if you have only one life even if you have three.

On the game that will first pop up if you click on the site, if you happen to get far enough, there is a giant mole wearing sunglasses at the end and he is really hard to defeat.  He does this thing where he keeps falling through the screen. It's kind of hard to explain it but if you saw him do it you would understand instantly.  I also know a way to get unlimited lives on the game, though.  If you decide to save your game with a username, when you get to the second world, 'X' out of the game and come back to it (don't worry, it should save your progress).  Get back on and open your saved world and use all of your lives (in short terms: kill Mario) when it comes back to the start of the level, you will instantly have infinite lives.

Although some of the games are glitch-y, the games are still a great deal of fun.  Some of the games are kind of bloody though: Mario Rampage, Rambo Bros. 1, Rambo Bros. 2.  Mafia isn't particularly good either.  So skip those ones.  And Halloween Mario.  And Luigi.  But most of the others are good.

So if you're brave enough, go to Super Mario Online.

Now I want to go read.  And eat cookies.  And Nachos.  Wait, why did I capitalize Nachos?  Oops I did it again.  Nachos, Nachos, Nachos!  Get your hot fresh Nachos!  It sounds like a name brand.  For cheese most likely.  Nacho cheese.  Yum.

That's enough for today!

Jamie-Grace and Francesca

Well, It's more about Jamie-Grace here, but I just wanted to say:

Francesca Battistelli is even more awesome to me now because I know now that she's ITALIAN.  That's awesome.  Italian people are always amazing.  I'm not Italian, though, I'm Sicilian and Cuban and Spanish, but Sicily is just the little island that the 'boot' of Italy is kicking.  It's kind of the same, but it's kind of different.

Well, about Jamie-Grace...She is SO AMAZING that she got NOMINATED for a GRAMMY!!!

You can find out more here:

http://www.winnipegfreepress.com/arts-and-life/entertainment/music/christian-singer-jamie-grace-battles-tourette-syndrome-earns-1st-grammy-nod-for-hold-me-138770964.html

That's a long link.  Thank God for Copy and Paste.  So I found out that I am getting my mom's old laptop.  I had the option for a new one, but I would have to pay for it.  That sounds lazy of me not to want to pay for a laptop, but the truth is that I don't really need a fancy new laptop.  I don't even go to any classes that I would want a laptop for.  I only need a working computer that will work the Internet, Office Word and Microsoft Paint.  If it dies, it dies.  I can always buy a new computer later.  Plus I decided not to go on the Catholic Heart Work Camp that my church does every year.

Catholic Heart Work Camp is basically a lot of prayer and working on fixing people's houses and things.  It's hard to explain because I have never gone.  It was too expensive the year before, and this year I would rather do something else to get service hours and still be able to do all of the awesomeness that I do with Drama Club.  I like Drama Club more because I have friends there who will actually talk to me.  Everything I have ever done with Youth Group, all the friends I ever made there, have been a waste of time.  I can walk up to a group of kids and stand there for an hour, and no one would ever acknowledge my existence.  Except this one guy.  He's really quiet and doesn't annoy me to death like all of the other boys.  Some of the other boys there give me a hug and say 'hi' but then ten seconds later, there's always another person for them to talk to.  They would rather have a conversation with the other person than try and start one with me.  But that other guy, the one I mentioned earlier, all he says is 'hi' to me, then he's pretty quiet after that.  But he just listens to me talk.  He's really nice and I like helping him do the random tasks that the adults ask us to do at Youth Group (such as carrying random things to and from places).  He's not completely silent though, he says things like he agrees that Wii is pretty cool but the Kinect for the X-Box is better for more movement oriented video games.  He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would play those annoying loud video games that the other boys play.  He's just different.  I don't know.

I think I'm weird.  Well, before my time ends...Oh never mind it did...

God's Love

Yeah so.  Nothing's up.  I'm just completely annoyed with the world and out president.  For signing some dumb thing about abortion.  I don't even see why he won the election.  I don't like political stuff, but I think it's stupid to elect a guy who has no appreciation of life.  How can he care about so much....But he can't even do something for all of those innocent lives out there being lost everyday....and he doesn't even stop them.  We have all these laws about how killing is wrong, but you can't say that killing is wrong if you make a bill or something encouraging the destruction of helpless lives.  There was a pro-life walk in Washington and it wasn't even in the newspaper.  Hundreds of thousands of people marched for what was right, and they didn't print a word about it.  What was in the newspaper was all of the political garbage that you always see; which is why I don't read the newspaper.  One could live a good life without seeing all of those obnoxious, impersonators that say they will make a difference, but then they never do.  I'll never forget President Obama.  I used to pray that he would change, I haven't stopped.

Sometimes, life gets hard.  People push you down.  They believe something different than you.  Sometimes you end up in a disaster.  Sometimes you make the wrong choices and we get into a mess of trouble.  Sometimes we make the right choices and get punished anyways.  There are the days that the only thing left you can possibly do is pray, and pray.  And you know what?  It's going to be alright in the end.  Because God is there, and even if you cannot feel Him, He's always there.

God is your friend.  No matter what, He'll always listen to you.  He knows you aren't perfect. He loves everyone anyways.  He even love our worst enemies.  Yes, God loves Obama.  There is this one quote from St. Augustine:

"God loves each of us as if there were only one of us."

That's how much God loves us.  All of us.  Your annoying little sister, your snotty nosed neighbor, your least favorite president, your conversation hog of a friend, your ex-boyfriend who never looks at you or even calls you anymore...all of those people!  So many people, they're all bad in some sort of way, whether it be visible or invisible, and God loves them all.  He's holding them all in his arms and tucking them in at night like a gentle father.  Thinking of this always makes me feel better.  Good night.

Aslan+Aslan+Aslan+Aslan...

Here are my newest creations:

 Phineas and Ferb fans

Hannah Montana fans/haters

Okay, who doesn't recognize this one?

Aslan in Paradise

Hey look!  Is that ME? As in Cosmo the Pluffkin?

Calling all Minecraft fans!

EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!

Where is my mushroom?  Mama mia!

Ninja Go!

Say cheese!  OR ELSE!

This one is dedicated to Muppet, since she's the only person I know who has February 29 for a birthday.  I don't think I could live with a birthday once every four years.  Or, maybe I would live a lot longer since by the time I would turn 100 I would only be 25 years old.  And Muppet has the advantage of when someone asks how old she's turning and she doesn't wish to reveal how old she actually is, she could lie and say, instead of turning one hundred, for example, that she would only be twenty-five years old.

That's enough posting for today!

Hello, old friend. I know it's been a while...

Hello my followers!!!

So I haven't been blogging lately and there are two excuses for that:

1.  I went to some Work Camp Day at our church. We went to an elderly lady's house and cleaned her yard for free, wiped the pews at our church down, and finally hosed down the tables that we use at youth group.  It was long and hard work but it was worth it.  After that I was aching all over from raking leaves, wiping pews, and rolling tables back into the shed where they belong.

2. Monday, I caught a fever (probably from Work Camp Day) and was coughing so hard that my head hurt.  I had 103.31 temperature and I wasn't as hungry as I usually am.

Oh, actually, make that three reasons for not blogging:

3. My computer tragically died.  It came up with 'The Evil Blue Screen Of Death' one day after my father had JUST installed a new keyboard that actually worked.  It was a real shame because I finally, just a few weeks earlier, had convinced my sister that I had gotten over my Taylor Swift obsession, so she would finally let me download the Taylor Swift CD's that she owns onto my computer.  I'm really hoping I didn't lose any important documents or pictures...

So since the only Microsoft Paint I can use is the one on my brother's computer, I made more portraits of Aslan:

Maybe I should make Aslan the Platypus next.  If any of my followers has a suggestion for what Aslan should look like next, feel free to comment.

When you're sick, time goes by so slowly.  When I'm enjoying myself, the day is gone in a blink.

I learned about vitamins in my Health class.  I realized this last night:

Somewhere, people forgot the most important vitamin of all: Love.  If you don't receive a daily dose of vitamin Love, your soul will shrivel up like a worm on the concrete.  Vitamin Love is important for maintaining physical, mental, and spiritual health.  If you or somebody you know is lacking vitamin Love, contact God by prayer.  His office hours are 12:00 AM-12:00 PM from Sunday to Saturday and no job is too big or too small for God.  Mostly because


God is Love and Love is God and there is nothing that God cannot/will not do for you.