Jessica and David (who is now bald) had the swell idea of going roller skating. I had not gone roller skating since the 3rd grade, and I wasn’t very good at it then either. I went with them anyway, to the rink, and David, the weasel, took a picture of me all 14 times that I fell. I decided to get back at him by pushing him, but instead of ( Read more... )

Ravioli. It is the most wonderful thing in the universe. Yes, they say that we need oxygen and water to live, but they’re misinformed. All we really need is ravioli ( Read more... )

My grandma wrote a poem for me:

If you don't feel just right
If you can't sleep at night
If you moan and you sty
And your throat feels dry
If you don't care to joke
And your food makes you choke
If your heart doesn't beat
If you're getting cold feet
If you can't find any joy
Why not marry a boy?

That really stinks. Thanks for nothing, Grandma.

Today I was listening to the radio and that station plug/station ID/whatever you want to call it came on, you know, the ones that are like, "all the best of the '80s, '90s, and today." Then my Grandma Dorothy said, "Did you hear that? They just said on the radio that it's going to be in the 80s and 90s today! Won't this heat ever end?"

Hi, journal. I know I haven't updated in a long time. Don't be mad at me. I have cramps ( Read more... )

I wrote a song/poem about Bugsy in my spare time:

Stop in the name of the law
Before I break off your paw
You should not piss on a tree
It's so unsanitary

It's a work in progress.

After church last Sabbath, Clint and I went to Stacey's house to have tea. Stacey sipped her tea and asked us, "Tell me, do you like what I have done with my hair ( Read more... )

Pastor Sanker said that the youth group is going on a trip to Israel next year. This was very exciting to Clint (AKA Clinto Bean--thanks, Jasmine ( Read more... )

David and Laurent were jumping on a trampoline as they confessed their love to Stacey and me. Then Renee came and saw what was going on and though that the whole lot was insane. She sat down and wrote a poem about it. The poem went:

See them jump, jump so high ( Read more... )

The greasy fry
It cannot lie
Its truth is written
On your thigh