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I listened to Christmas music from when I got home (3:15) until 8 at night.
Dude, I love Christmas music.
21 days until Christmas music is on the radio!!
I'm so tired. I won't go to bed, though.
I have way too much homework.
I finally finished 1 of my 2 myth's. It took me 2 and a half hours.
Megan helped me.
One more to go, then I have to study for spanish!
I will not go to bed.
Elisabeth Jakovenko
7th Period
WHY PEOPLE KISS ON THE LIPS
The sun in Olympus blazed down upon the children playing games in the open field, none of which interested Demeter. It was yet again, another tedious day. Demeter strolled through Sawdill Valley and found herself locked upon the most exotic herbs she had ever laid eyes upon. Smoothly running her fingers across the sticky yet smooth substance of the plant, Demeter placed her fingers on the roots of the shrub and began pulling, collecting enough to make the nectar she longingly had craved for weeks. Demeter returned to her home and immediately began her project in her cookery. Alluring scents of jasmine, ginger, and papaya secreted from the kitchen door like molasses oozing from a newly cut tree. The last ingredient she had to add was ambrosia, the drink of the god’s. Alas, her concoction was finished. The nectar sat in the bowl with a masterful shade of pink and an absolutely perfect amount of stickiness. Demeter tasted the nectar and couldn’t believe her taste buds. The nectar was a peerless combination of mango, pansies, and cinnamon. Demeter ran to town to tell Ares of her beautiful masterpiece. On the way, Demeter told everybody of her mixture; some overhearing and spreading the news. Soon, all of Olympus knew of Demeter’s nectar. Hermes, being the antic he is, decided to go into the cookery of Demeter and steal her nectar. While Demeter was gone looking for Ares, Hermes walked into her kitchen, took the crock off of her counter and brought it back to his abode. When Demeter returned home, she was heartbroken. Her nectar was gone.
Later that night, Ares returned from the field’s in which he was working in with his father. He removed his work clothes, bathed, and fell into a deep sleep. Hermes noticed the pink tint of the nectar and thought it would be a brilliant idea to apply it to the lips of Ares. When he would wake, Ares would be bewildered to see in his reflection, an able-bodied man with vivacious pinkness on his lips. So, Hermes snuck into Ares room and applied the nectar on Ares lips ever so gently so he would not wake and upset him. Hours past and the smell of the nectar began to fill the home and escape into the nearby streets, filling homes in the distance. Aphrodite awoke immediately when the smell of the sweet nectar filled her senses. She began following the smell leading a trail to Ares home. There lay Ares, asleep on his bed. Aphrodite was extremely drawn to the scent and placed her lips on his. And since that beautifully fateful day, when in jest Hermes planted upon Ares lips a treasure that would bind nations, all have committed to kissing on the sweet, pink lips of their loves.