Anyway, the main reason that I'm posting is because I forgot to say something. I'm running a sort of daycare here. Right now I have four little girls and five little boys. Most of their families are out helping with the flood. I wish I could go help too.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Hey everbody it's me! This is **drumroll** 100th post!!!!!! Yep, it's the truth, I've posted a hundred times. How many have you read??? I don't know, that's for you to know and me to find out.
So, what should I do for my hundredth post??? I don't know. I guess everyone should post their favorite quote (it can be any quote in the world as long as it's not to.... bad.)
Okay, so here's what's going on: The floods here are VERY bad. Right now I'm volunteering by running a daycare at my house. Just me, yeah. My mom had to go take notes at a flood meeting, so I'm here with six kids. =) wish me luck, and start commenting!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
ok. Officially freaking out. Today, my parents were supposed to start a camp. There were fourteen campers, and my dad had headed out to the camp. We get a call saying that it's flooded and we can't get into camp. So now my dad is STUCK at camp because it is raining here INSANELY HARD. The rain. trapped. my father. in. the camp. they might have to helicopter them out...
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Ok, so. I have a BUNCH of pictures of a BUNCH of things that I've done lately. Well, not so lately. Here's the deal: I lost my camera charger. Or rather, my mother borrowed my camera charger without telling me, thinking it was hers. So my camera died in the middle of one of my 'self shooting' photo shoots. So now I have a BUNCH of pictures to show you.
these first few are of an Easter party I went to. Then there are some of my sister's friend's back yard. It reminds me of a secret garden.This one's of my brother being... silly =)
Since I am too lazy to drag all of the pictures down myself, the ones at the top are of: my new mobile that I made, my closet photo-taking session. So yeah. Tuesday, April 27, 2010
My Dark Angel
Hey I'm back. I just realized that no one can vote on the poll any more cause the poll is closed. So, the most popular vote was My Dark Angel. So here it is. I'm giving you the link to googledox, so that you can open it and read the whole thing. Don't expect it to be good, done, perfect, grammatically correct, or anything else that falls under that category. If you have any suggestions, criticisms, or... notices, just tell me, it won't make me feel bad. So click HERE to read the book.
And something else I wanted to tell you: my dad just found twenty dollars in my camera case that I didn't know I had!!! I love life at 11:30 at night.
I am your favorite stranger
So, I know I've already posted today, but I wanted to tell you: twenty-five things that... I want to tell you.
1. My favorite thing to yell: I AM YOUR FAVORITE STRANGER!!!!!
2. I have lost my pockets. Twice. The first time it took me a full five minutes of me frantically feeling around my legs before I realized that my pants were on inside out.
3. My favorite color is purple (really Kai? We had no idea! Oh great. Now I'm talking about myself in the third person.)
4. My nails (up until ten minutes ago, but don't worry, I'll do them again and put up pics) looked like strawberries.
5. I am bad at most of the things I like to do (obviously I don't care)
6. I know a person whose brother has the same name.
7. I hate to text. The only time I do it is when one of my friends wants to talk to me. It makes me feel all teenagery. (is that a word?)
8. When I was younger, all my 'crushes' were actually people that I thought would make GREAT older brothers :).
9. I'm in love with Peter Pan.
10. It is not unusual for me to read a book a night.
11. Steve is on the ceiling.
12. I like to talk. Once I was at a restaurant with my friends and I was trying to tell them about a really cool science discovery. (the discovery was that Asbergers is a kind of autism, but that's off topic.) They told me to talk to 'Bob'. I didn't know where Bob was (but I knew he was imaginary'. I asked them where Bob was, and they told me he was on the ceiling.
13. I have been to a pizza place and a starbucks in my pj's.
14. I would love to be able to fly.
15. When things are in CAPS, the little voice inside my head screams.
16. I want an old type writer.
17. When I'm seventeen, I want to go to South Africa and work at CARE, which is a place where you help baboons (in Africa it's legal to shoot one on-sight.)
18. I once heard a commercial that said 'be the first to try this blah-di-blah-thingy. It's proven to help you do whatever.'. My question: How can it be proven if no one has tried it yet???
19. Something I've done that no one has ever heard of: made a fire with three pieces of wood and a string.
20. Once, I went on a trip for a week (to a place with NO electricity) and forgot to pack underwear.
21. Steve is on the ceiling.
22. I'm helping out with a preschool dance at my dancing school, and I get to be a sad caterpillar. YAY!!!! I love caterpillars.
23. I found a new font that I love today. Wand to hear about it? Again? Just kidding, that would make me even more annoying than I am right now. (**gasp** is that even possible?**)
24. My goal in life is to be thought of as funny.
25. When I went to school for the TCAPS, the teacher almost sent a kid to ISS for telling a joke. Dead. Serious.
May I quickly elaborate on my 'I'm your favorite stranger' screech??? Funnies. Thing. I've. Ever. Done. I was at this park with my family, and my brother dared me to yell it at a group of people that were passing us. I was feeling daring, so I plucked up my courage and shouted: I AM YOUR FAVORITE STRANGER!!!!! They all looked at me, so I yelled it again, a little louder this time. Then they looked straight forward and ran away. It was pretty awesome.
If you have ever done something particularly hilarious, please comment and tell me, because I really want to try it.
PS: I told my mom I would talk about how great she is if she let me post before I go to bed. So here goes: My mom is great. She is really great. I love my mom. I luv my mum =)
Hey all. I don't honestly have that much to tell you, other than I'm doing history with this new font, and it is AWESOME. It's called party LET, and I love it.
The other thing I wanted to say, is that some of you voted (on the poll) that you wanted me to write something different... well, by mistake, I did. I was on my email and I started to write something because the sky was bright yellow (the storms have been really bad lately) and I felt like writing about rain. So I did. And here it is:
I opened the screen door. It screeched to halt half way open. I stepped into the blowing wind, letting the rain drops lap my face. My barefoot feet went slowly down the steps; I almost didn't notice the movement. My toes scrunched into the mud, obscuring the chipped paint on my nails. I looked up into the 1920's Arkansas sky.
"Dear God." I said softly, staring at the clouds. "How, if there is so much rain, can there be a dust bowl? How is it possible that farmers don't have enough food to farm? How is it that we don't have any money left? If you could try and explain things to me, that would be... wonderful. Thank you. Sincerely, Annie."
I scrunched my eyes shut for a moment, and then opened them. I was almost surprised by the fact that I was sopping wet. The rain had gotten worse. Looking around, I realized what I'd done.
I wasn't in front of the porch anymore, I had been walking the whole time, not even noticing. I forced my feet to stop moving, looking around into the gray. The warm rain started to pour down harder, and I could hardly see.
I walked slowly forward, my arms out at my sides. I couldn't tell which way was up or down, it was all gray. I felt like I had stepped into a book that hadn't been written yet, like I was standing on a page that had no meaning.
I walked forward even more, bumping into a tree. Have I really gone that far? I've walked all the way to the woods? I hated myself for being sick like this, and no one knew how to stop it. Ever since I was little, I would go places that I didn't know I'd gone to. I would walk without knowing, I wouldn't see what I was doing. And no doctor could help me.
So now, and it was all my own fault, I was lost in the middle of the woods.
"Dear God." I said softly, staring at the clouds. "How, if there is so much rain, can there be a dust bowl? How is it possible that farmers don't have enough food to farm? How is it that we don't have any money left? If you could try and explain things to me, that would be... wonderful. Thank you. Sincerely, Annie."
I scrunched my eyes shut for a moment, and then opened them. I was almost surprised by the fact that I was sopping wet. The rain had gotten worse. Looking around, I realized what I'd done.
I wasn't in front of the porch anymore, I had been walking the whole time, not even noticing. I forced my feet to stop moving, looking around into the gray. The warm rain started to pour down harder, and I could hardly see.
I walked slowly forward, my arms out at my sides. I couldn't tell which way was up or down, it was all gray. I felt like I had stepped into a book that hadn't been written yet, like I was standing on a page that had no meaning.
I walked forward even more, bumping into a tree. Have I really gone that far? I've walked all the way to the woods? I hated myself for being sick like this, and no one knew how to stop it. Ever since I was little, I would go places that I didn't know I'd gone to. I would walk without knowing, I wouldn't see what I was doing. And no doctor could help me.
So now, and it was all my own fault, I was lost in the middle of the woods.
I looked around, starting to feel the cold seep into my clothes and skin. I tried not to let panic overcome me. That was my flaw, I was easily panicked. My breath became more ragged as I saw how much all the trees looked alike.
"It's alright." I told myself. "Wind in the leaves, Annie, wind in the leaves. Wind in the leaves. Wind in the leaves." I repeated the phrase over and over.
That had been my 'special phrase' since I found out I had this... condition. Every now and then, when I got really worked up and frantic (which as also a part of this sickness) I said that phrase out loud until I calmed down. Aunt Millie says it sometimes, but mostly she didn't give a gnat about me.
That thought didn't help with the panic. How long would it be before she realized that I was gone? "Wind in the leaves... Wind in the leaves." The phrase sounded more and more distant: I could barely hear myself over the rain. I looked around again. How long had I been out here?
I wouldn't know, I didn't know when I had come. I closed my eyes, wanting to sit down and cry. But I couldn't sit down. Sitting down would be like admitting defeat. I squeezed my eyes shut again, this time willing the rain to disappear, so that maybe I could find my way back home.
I kept my eyes closed this time. I didn't open them. I didn't think. I just stood there, wishing myself out. I took deep breaths, in and out. In and out. "Wind in the leaves. Wind in the leaves."
But it wasn't working. For the first time in the world, my catch phrase wasn't working. My panic was only building. Then I realized the 'why' of everything. Not of my question to God or any of that, but why my catch phrase was failing.
"Anyone would panic about this. Anyone who was lost in the woods in this storm would panic, it's not just me." I stopped repeating my phrase. I took a few more ragged breaths and opened my eyes.
Who knew how I knew, but I did. I'd done it again. I'd worked my way farther into the woods with my eyes closed. I finally gave up then. I sat down. I laid down. I lay in the mud and sobbed, crying my heart out.
When I finally stopped crying, I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky. It was starting to get dark. It would probably be about half-past-six. _Six thirty??? I'd left at four!
I turned over completely so that the rain, coming faster and faster and faster, harder and harder, pelted my whole body. I started to cry again, forgetting myself and starting to chant my phrase once more.
The wind picked up, and started to howl. I closed my eyes, wishing that I were home in my somewhat comfortable bed. I started to dream about my small room, with the small bed, and the small yellow lamp.
I closed my eyes so tightly that I could almost see the yellow light. But... I opened my eyes. I could see the yellow light. It was the sickly yellow that made your stomach churn. I stared up at the scary-looking sky.
The yellow was almost brighter than anything I'd ever seen before, except for that new paint that the rich people in New York City were coming up with. I stared up at the sky, suddenly having a flashback of the only other time I'd seen that yellow:
The night Mum and Dad had died.
"It's alright." I told myself. "Wind in the leaves, Annie, wind in the leaves. Wind in the leaves. Wind in the leaves." I repeated the phrase over and over.
That had been my 'special phrase' since I found out I had this... condition. Every now and then, when I got really worked up and frantic (which as also a part of this sickness) I said that phrase out loud until I calmed down. Aunt Millie says it sometimes, but mostly she didn't give a gnat about me.
That thought didn't help with the panic. How long would it be before she realized that I was gone? "Wind in the leaves... Wind in the leaves." The phrase sounded more and more distant: I could barely hear myself over the rain. I looked around again. How long had I been out here?
I wouldn't know, I didn't know when I had come. I closed my eyes, wanting to sit down and cry. But I couldn't sit down. Sitting down would be like admitting defeat. I squeezed my eyes shut again, this time willing the rain to disappear, so that maybe I could find my way back home.
I kept my eyes closed this time. I didn't open them. I didn't think. I just stood there, wishing myself out. I took deep breaths, in and out. In and out. "Wind in the leaves. Wind in the leaves."
But it wasn't working. For the first time in the world, my catch phrase wasn't working. My panic was only building. Then I realized the 'why' of everything. Not of my question to God or any of that, but why my catch phrase was failing.
"Anyone would panic about this. Anyone who was lost in the woods in this storm would panic, it's not just me." I stopped repeating my phrase. I took a few more ragged breaths and opened my eyes.
Who knew how I knew, but I did. I'd done it again. I'd worked my way farther into the woods with my eyes closed. I finally gave up then. I sat down. I laid down. I lay in the mud and sobbed, crying my heart out.
When I finally stopped crying, I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky. It was starting to get dark. It would probably be about half-past-six. _Six thirty??? I'd left at four!
I turned over completely so that the rain, coming faster and faster and faster, harder and harder, pelted my whole body. I started to cry again, forgetting myself and starting to chant my phrase once more.
The wind picked up, and started to howl. I closed my eyes, wishing that I were home in my somewhat comfortable bed. I started to dream about my small room, with the small bed, and the small yellow lamp.
I closed my eyes so tightly that I could almost see the yellow light. But... I opened my eyes. I could see the yellow light. It was the sickly yellow that made your stomach churn. I stared up at the scary-looking sky.
The yellow was almost brighter than anything I'd ever seen before, except for that new paint that the rich people in New York City were coming up with. I stared up at the sky, suddenly having a flashback of the only other time I'd seen that yellow:
The night Mum and Dad had died.
So yeah, that's it.
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