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The photo with a person in it is my older sister on her computer (researching guinea pigs, no doubt) in her messy lair beside her fierce stuffed tiger, named Tiger. The picture on the left is my room. Back to the picture on the right! My sister has a sullen look on her face, as she often does when I take pictures of her. She is currently looking over my shoulder and making comments about every word and censoring some others. She has quite a variety of posters, artwork, torn-off calendar pictures, cut-outs from magazines, and miscellaneous objects dotting her walls, not to mention all the thingamajigs on her shelf. I have quite a few things on my wall as well, but they are hung up in near-perfect normality (if there is such a word), while my sister's posters are hung up in many strange ways for effect. Her room is, in my opinion, cramped and bright, while my room is the spacious, dark, room. Not really dark--I have three lights in my room (my bedside lamp, my usually-never-used by-…
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Eating at Todai (Redmond Town Center), Christmas Day 2006
This Christmas we went to Todai, a resturant at Redmond Town Center, to eat. My mother said things like "It doesn't open until 11:30, what's the big deal?" while we looked at each other and thought in unison, "We're bound to be late". My dad's birthday was on Christmas day and he got the free birthday deal.

To start from the beginning of my Christmas Day. My sister, Adrianna, woke me up at eight thirty or so, shaking me from my strange but interesting dream about being in jail in outer space with a spoiled brat. I was quite groggy and wanted nothing more but to go back to sleep. I was cold, as my covers were falling off, and I was grumpy--I hadn't slept very well.

I didn't want to bother to get dressed, as I assumed I would be going back to sleep, and scurried downstairs (doing our best to make sure the stairs didn't creak, without success) with my sister. I insisted on staying in our classroom under the heater (which was located on the…
Our Christmas tree looks like a gnarled old man
With a wrinkled old body and wrinkled old hands
With striped candy canes.
Some presents are big, some presents are small
Some are hand-made and some are from the mall
Some cost four dollars to buy, others cost twenty-three.
But my family's love is the best present for me.

A Blog Recommendation

http://www.blogspot.funnygrape.com
It might be http://www.funnygrape.blogspot.com of course. I'm not sure. Try both.
http://cyberfaith.blogspot.com/2006/12/interview-with-adora-svitak.html

This is a link to another blog which has posted an interview with me.

Happy reading!

Kittens

My sister and I were fortunately allowed to take care of our aunt and uncle's kittens (Zena and Sophie) over the week. They are sisters. Zena is the thinner and somewhat smaller--and smarter--kitten. They have become well acquainted with the downstairs area of our house and know their way to the litterbox. They do, however, have a tendency to jump on our kitchen table/counter, or the electric piano in the large room, at which we immediately shout "Zena" or "Sophie" in loud voices.

Just thought the cat lovers out there would like to know.

Sincerely,
Adora

Kittens

My sister and I were fortunately allowed to take care of our aunt and uncle's kittens (Zena and Sophie) over the week. They are sisters. Zena is the thinner and somewhat smaller--and smarter--kitten. They have become well acquainted with the downstairs area of our house and know their way to the litterbox. They do, however, have a tendency to jump on our kitchen table/counter, or the electric piano in the large room, at which we immediately shout "Zena" or "Sophie" in loud voices.

Just thought the cat lovers out there would like to know.

Sincerely,
Adora
Redmond City LightsWhere there is food and music, there is life and excitement. After dinner, we drove to Redmond Town Center to participate in the Redmond City Lights. There were many different Redmond vendors giving out samples of food. We were stuffed from our own dinner, but we couldn't resist the temptation of tasting and smelling free food. We lined up in different booths to get a variety of foods. We ate quite a bit of food. We had soup, sweet rice, carrots, and vegetables from "Thai Ginger"; we had spicy pasta with chicken from "Desert Fire"; we had hot tomato basil soup from "Cosi", accompanied by dipping bread; we had eggnog from an eggnog maker (don't know that one!)...it was wonderful. The one thing missing was ice cream. Oh well. I was amazed by the brobdingnagian Christmas tree. It was not very wide but it was quite tall and seemed to go on and on. There was a warm, cheery little "house" surrounding the tree. There was al…

The Christmas Time

THE CHRISTMAS TIME!!!
What Santa's Ho Ho Ho Means To A Lot
Of People. Partially written, and assembled
By Adora Svitak.

FOOD
Written by Adora Svitak
Thanksgiving is sometimes thought to be the more "foody" holiday, but it varies. Christmas can be quite a "foody" time as well. After all, if you're having a large Christmas with almost all your relatives coming to your house, you'd like 1), your house to be presentably clean, 2), your kids to be presentably well-behaved, and for kids, your parents to be presentably well-behaved (or bad-behaved), and 3), you'd like to have enough for everyone to eat. TV talk show hosts blather on and on about "how to keep thin for the holidays". In my opinion, if it's a once-or-twice in a year thing, it's fine to eat as much as you want. Especially of dessert.
THE CHRISTMAS TIME!!!
What Santa's Ho Ho Ho Means to a Lot of People.
Assembled and partially written by Adora Svitak.

THE TREE
Written by Adora Svitak
The majority of Christmas-celebrating citizens in the US get Christmas trees, dig up those dusty Christmas lights from the basement, and hang kind, grandmotherly-looking ornaments on their tree. Some people may have small trees that fit in tiny pots and can barely be seen from the window, while others have brobdingnagian show-off trees that reach from the floor to the ceiling. I love having a tree around the house and the wonderful smell, and I love the excitement of putting up lights and ornaments and putting presents under the tree, but I am very worried about two things--the mess to clean up and the effect on the environment. When your tree starts drying up, the pine needles fall to the floor and it's quite bothersome to pick them out. And for the environment debate, I'd like to point out if almost every family who celebrate…

Christmas Time

Christmas is a time of trees, ornaments, advertising, shopping, contradictory feelings...
Christmas is a time of presents, gift wrapping, secrets, surprises, expensive plane tickets...
Christmas is a time of tourists, uninvited guests, meat, tree-cutting, noise, music, snow...
Christmas is a time of snow, rain, hail, sleet, slush, ice, thunder, lightning, power outages...
Today we're proud to present--

THE CHRISTMAS TIME!!!
What Santa's Ho Ho Ho means to a lot of
People. Assembled and partially written by
Adora Svitak.

WRAPPING PAPER
Written By Joyce Svitak
It's the time of year when many people buy wrapping paper for the traditional gift wrapping ritual. I am never fond of spending money on buying things that are not meant to last. I can never understand, or more accurately speaking, I refuse to understand, the purpose of spending money and time wrapping presents to hope to get few seconds of anticipation and excitement from the receiver. The receiver of the present often has to pr…

Comments, Please

Dear Readers,
This is the time where I throw myself upon your mercy and most dramatically beg of you to leave SOME COMMENTS about my blog, your feedback, and your own miscellaneous ramblings. Of all the 1000 something people who have viewed my blog, not a lot of people have left comments!
So, audience, please be kind and leave me some comments.
Very Cordially Sincerely Truly Heartfeltly,
Adora Svitak

A Blog Recommendation

For those of you who have not yet visited my mother's excellent blog on parenting, miscellaneous thoughts and ramblings, the evils of gift wrapping, etc., I would sincerely advise you to go to her blog at http://www.wonderofthegreatminds.blogspot.com . You can also see excerpts of some of her articles here.

My writing enviroment

I usually write and do my work on my laptop computer sitting on a comfortable, short black leather chair pushed against the wall. It isn't really a chair--it is actually a footrest that belonged to a matching chair but it is quite nice to sit on. There is a folded up blue rug casually thrown by this chair, while a dusty black CD holder is pushed against the bookshelf on my right. This bookshelf is whitewashed and holds everything from a bright red "China Brief Postal Codes" book to a videocamera to envelopes to books and miscellaneous objects. There is a chair not too far from the CD holder which is probably a few inches away from the bookshelf, and this wooden chair holds a few copies of my book Flying Fingers. A few lined yellow pages are scattered about on the floor, as well as a letter from a friend and some markers. There are four computers in this room if you count my laptop; three of them are desktops, mine is the only laptop here unless my sister Adrianna drags …

The Phantom of the Opera

I have already written about some details of my New York trip but here is something I forgot, unfortunately, to write about:
The Phantom of the Opera musicalThe Phantom of the Opera musical tickets cost $234.00 even after an enormous discount; the theater, however, was quite crowded, with people in bulky raincoats flooding in from all directions. The Phantom of the Opera was supposed to be scary but I thought it was more exciting than scary and more comical (in some parts at least) than exciting. Some of the parts I liked best included the fact that they actually threw fire on the stage, the elaborate costumes, and the fancy stage props. 2. The United Nations buildingThe UN building was quite an interesting building but we had a not-so interesting tour. We paid a great deal of money for a cheesy, uninteresting tour; our tour guide would say very quietly what room we were in and a few small details before moving on. We listened jealously to the other group as their tour guide describe…

Some of my Favorite Websites

Seeds of Learning School

Seeds of Learning School is a fun and educational class in Redmond for children seven years of age and older. Seeds of Learning features challenging classes with fun activites and helps students with creative writing, structuring essays, and helps develop other useful writing skills; mental math is one of the most exciting activities of the day, with plenty of prizes and praise for all participants. There are history projects like learning about the founding fathers, the history of Russia, royalty throughout the ages, the history of Halloween, etc. The school is located in a friendly, warm home enviroment, but there's also lots of space to stretch out, play, and learn! The internationally recognized and published nine-year-old author Adora Svitak currently attends classes in this school; Adora Svitak wrote the book Flying Fingers at the age of seven and says she will "continue to enjoy the highly educational and fun experiences I had and contine to have at this school". …

Speech in NY

I have just returned from New York with my ears hurting, runny nose, and two enormous cardboard posters with my smiling face printed brightly to the side of "Adora Svitak--A Child Prodigy Speaks". They were nice posters but they gave us some trouble at the airport; brobdingnagian cardboard posters in gigantic Kinkos bags aren't exactly the regular carry-on luggage. It was stored in the coat closet on the plane during the flight.

The flight itself was not the worst I have experienced. I was not forced to make use of the small, strangely clean white "Motion Sickness" bag conveniently tucked into every seat pocket--there were times, however, when I felt slightly queasy. We had bought a very interesting and educational card game about headlines from the New York Post about memorable events over the century; we spent some time playing this while eating cake and drinking ginger ale.

I made a speech at the Longwood School, a wonderful, innovative school with classes d…
A three-day camping trip is what we spent our weekend on this summer. We went with our aunt and uncle to a place called Hoodsport, which was a miniscule place hardly big enough to be called a town but hardly small enough to be called a village (plus I imagine old-fashioned huts and no cars when I think of a village, and there were definitely cars at Hoodsport, and there were no old-fashioned huts either).

We went crabbing at Hoodsport and had quite a success as far as we were concerned (although the crabs apparently weren't too happy), catching quite a few monster redrocks and one male Dungeness, which bit my aunt quite hard.

We had crab, crab, crab for dinnner, which I eventually got quite tired of, so I switched to veggies and politely refused the crab offered to me. We still had quite a few crabs and quite a bit of meat after my cousin, my aunt, my uncle, my grandparents, my sister, and I had all taken a share, and the leftover crab was given to my mother after the trip was over.

Camping

A three-day camping trip is what we spent our weekend on this summer. We went with our aunt and uncle to a place called Hoodsport, which was a miniscule place hardly big enough to be called a town but hardly small enough to be called a village (plus I imagine old-fashioned huts and no cars when I think of a village, and there were definitely cars at Hoodsport, and there were no old-fashioned huts either).

We went crabbing at Hoodsport and had quite a success as far as we were concerned (although the crabs apparently weren't too happy), catching quite a few monster redrocks and one male Dungeness, which bit my aunt quite hard.

We had crab, crab, crab for dinnner, which I eventually got quite tired of, so I switched to veggies and politely refused the crab offered to me. We still had quite a few crabs and quite a bit of meat after my cousin, my aunt, my uncle, my grandparents, my sister, and I had all taken a share, and the leftover crab was given to my mother after the trip was over.

Camping

A three-day camping trip is what we spent our weekend on this summer. We went with our aunt and uncle to a place called Hoodsport, which was a miniscule place hardly big enough to be called a town but hardly small enough to be called a village (plus I imagine old-fashioned huts and no cars when I think of a village, and there were definitely cars at Hoodsport, and there were no old-fashioned huts either).

We went crabbing at Hoodsport and had quite a success as far as we were concerned (although the crabs apparently weren't too happy), catching quite a few monster redrocks and one male Dungeness, which bit my aunt quite hard.

We had crab, crab, crab for dinnner, which I eventually got quite tired of, so I switched to veggies and politely refused the crab offered to me. We still had quite a few crabs and quite a bit of meat after my cousin, my aunt, my uncle, my grandparents, my sister, and I had all taken a share, and the leftover crab was given to my mother after the trip was over.

The Wonder of the Great Minds: My Mother's Blog

This is to announce the coming of "The Wonder of the Great Minds", my mother's highly interesting blogspot, the address of which is www.wonderofthegreatminds.blogspot.com . I have read it myself and posted many comments, and I would advise readers to do the same, as it is always highly pleasing to see comments.

In any case you should have a look at this blog; it is my mother's blog and is very humorous, interesting (as I said before) and gives a cheerful outlook on the life of an American mother to readers.

Adora

Bob the Fastest Turtle for Senator: It's a boy, Mrs. Walker.

Bob the Fastest Turtle for Senator: j00 can't have a blogzorx without clogzorx!

Book Reviews Wanted!

WANTED: Lots and lots and lots and lots of book reviews! I am desperately in need of book reviews for my magazine, Gaze of the Sun, which will be coming out shortly. Or maybe it will take a long time...

Anyways, these book reviews have a chance of being published in my magazine (depending on how good they are), so make sure you don't share any personal information in your book reviews you don't want going past me!

Adora

A Blog Recommendation

For those of you who are not so inclined to use vulgar language, perhaps you should stay away from this site; while we occasionally use bad words if the need comes up, we do not promote its use outside of private buildings such as the Academy of Sinister Death (a.k.a. Seeds of Learning Blog). We focus on subjects such as politics we disagree with, tragical tales of our teacher (Beastie)'s victims, and many other interesting things that cannot be described in here. The address is seedsoflearning.blogspot.com . You will find one of my articles under the name of "Pumpkinglasses".

Night Air

The night air is terribly refreshing and, best of all, it doesn't stink of the endless odor of cars and buses and idiotic construction along the road because not a lot of people want to drive peering around into the sinister darkness for Costco or PCC or Whole Foods or wherever they want to go, plus most pedestrians of daylight are already snoozing, reading, or torturing a nearby poodle.

I stuck my head out the window (literally speaking, I stuck my nose onto the screen) and took a deep breath of the night air. I like looking out on our serene backyard, without the wild shrieks of K and the sarcastic voice of A and the laughs of J ringing in my ears. The old maple does look somewhat more like a huge body rising out from a bog at night, yes, I admit, and the shed looks more like some kind of horrible house of doom instead of a moldy shed, but the air is still really refreshing. To my face at least.

My feet are still sore.

Adora
Houses are things that can be sold, destroyed, remodeled, and bought, but lately Adrianna and I have grown attatched to one in particular.

Our Redmond house on Education Hill, a steeply curved mountain-like thing which requires a long, arduous, and sweaty journey to make it to at least 87th, is not exactly a beautiful or luxurious house; it is a somewhat strange light green color and has no car garage, just a garage with two ugly and uneccessary windows in the front. In any case, if you wanted, you could smash into them and drive over our treasure-trove of beheaded Barbies and styrafoam castles.

The backyard has been visited by a number of raccoons, dogs, cats, bees, and most lately, birds which are flying in through the vent in the wall, who always find it pleasant to leave a few droppings and flee. After it rains it's wet, mushy, and muddy, and the ground feels somewhat like a concoction of soggy cornflakes, but at least it's better than a bunch of green grass which keeps th…

The Horrific Cooking At An Anonymous School

I was horrified when I recieved my share of pesticide-covered apples, fatally over-salted pretzels, and a bland hamburger at R.E., and I was even more disgusted when I tasted them.

"Good food does not fill you up" is a pretty accurate saying. Bad food, like that, did fill me up. With stuff sloshing around in my stomach.

Adora

Summary of My New Story

Fifteen-year-old Prince Eldyr has never liked war--or his warlike father, either. He would rather make daisy chains instead of learning how to fence and this, unfortunately, is something his father doesn't like at all. When his father King Iekan becomes ill and his younger--and also quite warlike--brother grabs power, Prince Eldyr begins to feel bored with palace life and runs away to have adventures disguised as a girl, meeting talking animals, clinging to mountains, and always learning new things about the outside world.

Beastie Update ( I wrote some more )

The Young Folks’ Guide to Beasties
By Willard Mardi
(Alias Adora Svitak)

An Introduction
To the Beastie
Debate

The history of beasties has long been debated over by the famous archaeologists Soront and Toraday. While Soront’s theory was that beasties were calm, innocent, and tame until proven otherwise, Toraday vehemently disagreed.
‘The nature of all beasties’ Toraday said in his lecture at Thormin Hall to quite a number of eager college students, ‘is always vicious and crafty. Wait and strike, wait and strike. This is how beasties find their food.’
However, a new paper from Soront’s private collection of beastie research, kept hidden behind a rusty toilet for over a decade, brings things to a new light.
‘This paper from Soront,’ the Licensed Beastie Philosopher of Cambridge College in England said, ‘is perhaps the key to one of the greatest questions in history – are …

New Beastie Update

The Young Folks’ Guide to Beasties
By Willard Mardi
(Alias Adora Svitak)

An Introduction
To the Beastie
Debate

The history of beasties has long been debated over by the famous archaeologists Soront and Toraday. While Soront’s theory was that beasties were calm, innocent, and tame until proven otherwise, Toraday vehemently disagreed.
‘The nature of all beasties’ Toraday said in his lecture at Thormin Hall to quite a number of eager college students, ‘is always vicious and crafty. Wait and strike, wait and strike. This is how beasties find their food.’
However, a new paper from Soront’s private collection of beastie research, kept hidden behind a rusty toilet for over a decade, brings things to a new light.
‘This paper from Soront,’ the Licensed Beastie Philosopher of Cambridge College in England said, ‘is perhaps the key to one of the greatest questions in history – are …

Update on the Beastie Deal

The Young Folks’ Guide to Beasties
By Willard Mardi
(Alias Adora Svitak)

An Introduction
To the Beastie
Debate

The history of beasties has long been debated over by the famous archaeologists Soront and Toraday. While Soront’s theory was that beasties were calm, innocent, and tame until proven otherwise, Toraday vehemently disagreed.
‘The nature of all beasties’ Toraday said in his lecture at Thormin Hall to quite a number of eager college students, ‘is always vicious and crafty. Wait and strike, wait and strike. This is how beasties find their food.’
However, a new paper from Soront’s private collection of beastie research, kept hidden behind a rusty toilet for over a decade, brings things to a new light.
‘This paper from Soront,’ the Licensed Beastie Philosopher of Cambridge College in England said, ‘is perhaps the key to one of the greatest questions in history – are …