Hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna talk about my Christmas break. The first week was interesting, especially since I got out on Wednesday. It was Thursday, and I woke up at about two o' clock. It kind of stunk, because my sister usually walks back from school, and she came back before I woke up. I got out of bed, and went to go on the computer. I stayed on until my parents and brother got home, then ate, read, and went to bed. The next day, Friday, I made sure to get up early to have some alone time. After I got up and changed and did all the things you do in the morning, I colored with Sharpies for a little while, a habit I picked up from Kevin. Then I read, went downstairs on the computer, and watched NCIS until my sister got home. Then I had to endure this really cheesy movie called The Last Song. She'd read the book and wanted to watch the movie. She got obsessed after that.
The weekend was bland; I did what I usually do. Get up, read, go downstairs, play a little on the computer, walk 'round the neighborhood, watch a little TV, go in the basement with my brother and play sword fighting and archery, and perhaps volleyball and table tennis. Then I eat, color and draw, read more, and go to bed.
The second week was my favorite. I got my sister to wake me up when she woke up, so that I could be by myself. I did what I do. Go on the computer, watch TV, read, color, draw, play games. I apologize for being boring, but siriusly, this is my life. I do more than this...yeah, not really. You may ask why I don't go out with my friends. Answer: I don't have a phone or a Facebook, and I'm not on my email really much anymore, so they have no way of contacting me...well, at least I think that's the reason. There may be some deeper meaning, but who knows? Anyway, I was alone, which was just the way I liked it. But I got obsessed with NCIS, Law and Order, CSI, and all those other crime shows. so I got a bit paranoid. I always had two wooden swords and two Nerf guns right beside me. Imagine my sister's surprise when she opened the door and a bullet ran past her with her sister standing at the door with a wooden sword!
The last couple of weeks were the same. Computer, TV, books, walk, eat, sleep, Sharpies, paper and pencil....same routine. There weren't really any changes, but oooooooh! Wait, wait, wait, wait! Guess what I got for Christmas! Guess! Guess! Guess! C'mon, guess! Okay, okay, fine. I got....
That's right! Nothing! Not even coal! Ha ha, no, siriusly. I got nothing. Don't ask, 'cause I really don't feel like answering. But since I'm telling you about my break, I guess I must. *sigh* Okay, so I don't celebrate Christmas. I used to. But since my sister stopped believing, we stopped celebrating. Oh, well. Stinks for me. I don't really mind, though. So, yeah, I didn't spend Christmas Eve eagerly awaiting my presents under the tree. I didn't wake up early on Christmas Day, run downstairs and rip open presents, exclaiming happily at what I received, and thanking my parents or Santa for what I got. I didn't spend the rest of the day playing with my new toys, or laptop, or games, or electronics. I didn't sit drinking hot cocoa and watch Christmas movies with the family. Hmm...when I put it like that, I'm kinda depressing myself.
There were a lot of highlights of 2011. Last school year's highlights was Kenneth getting us in trouble...how many times, was it? Two? Three? I don't really know. Another highlight was going to Rock Eagle. I remember when we tried canoeing. Mrs. Crimminger and Mr. Sellers did well, as did Katie and Celine. Azira and I did okay, but we both got really irritated. We couldn't navigate the dumb thing. It came to the point where we put down the paddles and declared, "You know what? This is a great place to die. I think we'll stay here." We also got really mad at each other, 'cause Azira kept splashing water on me in her attempt to paddle, and I, to retaliate, splashed her back. Anabel and Lizzy, at one point, hung on to our canoe and we guided them for a while before kicking them out. Kate and Aubrey didn't even make it a couple feet. They crashed into shore, their canoe half in and half out of the water, and were chased away by a goose. Good times.
The most memorable part, though, was what happened at night. We showered, brushed our teeth and hair, and got ready for bed like any other night, except this night was spent with our friends. We were sent to bed. The teachers turned off the lights, then went to their own respective sleeping areas. Of course, us being kids, we didn't go to sleep. Who would? You're with your friends at night. There were four bunk beds in the room, and every girl that had a bottom bunk chose a top bunk to sit on. So there were two girls on each top bunk. What were we doing? We were telling secrets. Each one of us, minus a few, spilled our secrets to the rest of the room. We each learned a bit more about each other...well, at least the dark side. It was very interesting. We all agreed that what was said in that room would stay in that room.
Unfortunatly, my friends do not understand the concept of secrets: You keep it to yourself. Because when the door opened, all of us that were supposed to be on the bottom bunks leaped from the top to the bottom. I hit my stomach on the edge of the bed and flopped to the floor. The rest of the girls faked sleep. Celine pretended to wake up and said in a groggy voice, "What? What happened?" Mrs. Crimminger laughed and told us that she knew we were awake. The rest of us stopped pretending to sleep. Mrs. Crimminger admitted to eavesdropping on us just outside the door. The girls who had revealed their secrets were horrified. But luckily for them, Mrs. Crimminger promised not to tell. She told us to go to bed for real, and this time, we did. The next morning, we packed, did one class, and left. But our fun didn't end there! We went to The Varsity and had a blast.
Now, Mr. Sellers wants me to do a New Year's Resolution.
Another memorable thing at Rock Eagle was the campfire. We sang Spongebob's Campfire Song Song, She Sat on a Hillside, Mother Goonie Bird, and There Was a Tree. Then Lester, our guide, led us in a song called I'm Singing in the Rain. We roasted marshmellows, and then, when the fire was dying low, we told scary stories. Celine and Kate, the wimps, had the bajeebers scared out of them. Mr. Sellers was the one who got them riled up, and he had a lot of fun doing so. I was the one who threw a rock in the lake that scared the death out of them, and Lizzy was the one who snuck behind them and made them jump a mile high. You should've seen how fast they ran out of the area.
Unfortunatly, my friends do not understand the concept of secrets: You keep it to yourself. Because when the door opened, all of us that were supposed to be on the bottom bunks leaped from the top to the bottom. I hit my stomach on the edge of the bed and flopped to the floor. The rest of the girls faked sleep. Celine pretended to wake up and said in a groggy voice, "What? What happened?" Mrs. Crimminger laughed and told us that she knew we were awake. The rest of us stopped pretending to sleep. Mrs. Crimminger admitted to eavesdropping on us just outside the door. The girls who had revealed their secrets were horrified. But luckily for them, Mrs. Crimminger promised not to tell. She told us to go to bed for real, and this time, we did. The next morning, we packed, did one class, and left. But our fun didn't end there! We went to The Varsity and had a blast.
Now, Mr. Sellers wants me to do a New Year's Resolution.
Ha ha, I love that picture. It's a great comic, too. Anyway, my New Year's Resolution is to exercise more, and to become a vegetarian, because do you realize how many animals we kill a year? Not pretty numbers. Since I wanna make you feel bad, let's dredge up some numbers, shall we? Now, as not to depress you too much, I'll only do chicken, pigs, and cows, since that is most of the meat we eat.
- Cows: 1.12 cows are killed in America per second.
- Pigs: 3.68 pigs are killed in America per second.
- Chicken: 287 chickens are killed in America per second.
- 35, 320, 320 cows are killed in America
- 116, 052, 480 pigs are killed in America
- 9, 050, 832, 000 chickens are killed in America.
I refuse to show you pictures of them dead. These are real creatures that have feelings too. They eat, sleep, love, trust, live, and die just like the rest of us. More often than not, however, they do not die of natural causes. They are killed or die of disease. This is a serious problem, and rest assured that I will do another blog post about this. Well, that's my New Year's Resoution. What's yours?
So, that's it for this blog. It's a new year, and who knows? Maybe this will be our last. That is, if you believe in 2012. I don't, but hey, there's always a chance. Last year we made a lot of memories. We went to Rock Eagle, Kenneth got us in trouble, everyday at school, summer camp, the new school year....yeah, lots of great memories. But those are in the past. Now it is time to create some new memories.
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