Thursday, January 18, 2007

I just thought of a large mausoleum for some reason. Here is a description (this is my imagination, not real): It was a huge, towering mass of marble with granite making up the floor that led to the jeweled entrance. There was a serpent of gold, with sapphire eyes, that guarded the mausoleum, a wolf of silver with emerald eyes guarding the Inner Tomb, and lastly, the coffin itself, covered with amulets, so that you could barely see the rich mahogany lid or the oak bottom or the bronze hinges. The sides were of sturdy oak as well. The body inside, whether by witchery or some other strange art, had been preserved, and was pale and waxy.

To be honest that was more of a description of some sort of pyramid but I think it still ought to be a mausoleum.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

My Rambling Journal Continued

I often imagine my villains to look like the host of Deal or No Deal. Not all people are like this in the real world, however (well maybe some filthy rich CEOs). Anyways...we're not supposed to use filler words like "Anyways", I guess, but sometimes it's unhelpable. That is a word I made up myself as well. I am rather scared of the dark unless I have some sort of protective shield--for instance, my lumpy, bulky blanket. I am scared of three things--my lamp, under my bed, and the window, as our garage outside light is always on and looks most ghastly illuminating our front yard. I suppose I am not afraid of the dark, just what it transforms other things into. My innocent furniture made into officers ofdarkness, of course, when other people are about, it isn't so bad. K, Adrianna, and I often go on romps about the downstairs dancing room during breaktime, Dune6 or some other creepy music cranked high (possible Slavon or something) and we go about making screeching noises. We also act the parts of machinese. I am the chopper, masher, grinder, smasher, in eternal darkness, K is the mixer, spinning herself silly, and sometimes falling down, and Adrianna is Task Manager who shouts at us when to stop and sometimes controls the music. We always turn off all the lights and try to scare each other but more likely we scare ourselves. There are no casulaties, although sometimes we might get too caught up in our monstrous acting (we pretend to be horrific monsters for Dune6) and actually start roaring and all, instead of just closing our eyes and slamming walls. Speaking of class my favorite subjects are literature and history. We have an enormous "Lit" book for literature and a geography textbook as well. The "Lit" book almost is a history book--history of writing, anyway. It is an "Elements of Literature" book. [To be continued].

My Rambling Journal

January 3rd, 2007 11:46 a.m.
[Typed and Blogged at a Later Date].

Today--the pig day! [meant to be "big" day, accidentally wrote pig day in the longhand version]. After writing a bunch of business letters, I have been given a "time chunk"--as I call it--of free time, to write in here. K, apparently, shall come to class in her pajamas, most like her but also because her outlandish school, RE, is having another one of their ridiculous parties with chips and food during classtime--how scandalous--and not one bit of learning, I should suspect. Most children have their brain cells deadened in there, for sure! Just coloring and breaktime and unhealthy food is all that makes up the school system there, in my opinion. Yesterday's Netflix (maybe day before that, actually) would have been nice except it was a despicable French one. All those foreign films...I can't understand one bit of it. I wish my mom would stop ordering movies only she can understand! I'm in a fairly good mood because my favorite Italian noodles other than tortellini are cooking . I'm not sure what they are called. Marco Polo went to Asia and brought noodles back to Italy, I believe. Adrianna is lately a vegetarian and says things like "Hmm...should I eat duck...wouldn't be fair to the chicken?" I think that some meats are indigestible but I love teriyaki chicken, steak, and salmon, so I'm obviously not a vegetarian. Our sometimes-crazy mom is making girlled cheese sandwiches on the waffle maker. Knowing her, that's not exactly very odd. I hope they taste good. One time, many times actually, she put a great deal of flour in the brownies to make them less sweet. And a great deal less sweet they were, ah! I prefer following directions but I'm no good with measurements. [LATER] I'm masticating the last remnants of my cheese sandwich right now. "masticate" was one of our vocab words yesterday. We also learned about Hamilton, Jefferson, and Madison, I think more about Hamilton. I hope we don't have mental math. A bunch of decimals, percents, and fractions, a jumble of numbers as I never saw. Demanding word problems, Beastie's too-fast math voice, me getting zeroes and decimals mixed up and accidentally erasing a right answer...eurgh. Mental math is an instrument of Lucifer. It is, of course, exciting in a bad way. I probably score Cs, Bs, and As in everything else. Yesterday we wrote articles about increasing values of resources in our pretend countries, which I enjoyed immensely. I wrote abaout iron, a "consumer report". Adrianna wrote about evelantum, which she made herself. It was some sort of soft metal. It's not real, and I thought it would be harder to write a made-up one so I just did iron. Olus I didn't have any made up resources on my map of my country (Voledads). Can't wait until classtime; I'm even a little tired so I can't wait until nap, either, which is extremely unusual. Usually naps to me are hours of boredom thinking about things better I could be doing but cannot at the moment, because I'm napping. I have continually fought back the temptation to read during naps, as my mother's wrath will overshadow a few moments of forbidden naptime reading pleasure. She is of the opinion naps are beneficial to one's health. Of course, as we sometimes watch Saturday Night Live or Jay Leno, she might have a point, but we don't do that very often. I think Jay Leno's Headlines are the funniest. I also liked Jack Black's King Kong song on Saturday Night Live as well as the "Lazy Sunday" (Chronicles of Narnia) song on Sat. Night Live. Those who have not watched either Sat Night Live or Jay Leno may be completely befuddled at this, and still others may think that it is bad for a child of my "tender years" to be watching this, but I think that it's absolutely fine. Better than watching "Deal or No Deal", anyway! That person, the host, looks smirking and evil. He is also bald and has a goatee, which is sometimes an "evil" characteristic. [To be continued. My hand is getting tired!]

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

A Blog About Blogs

Now that it's 2007, we're beginning to look back on 06. "2006 YouTube's Year" CNN screams. NPR asked the general public what their 06 was like. We also look ahead. 2008 will bring lots of good things. Bush leaving office main among them, as well as the 08 summer Olympics.

Sure, YouTube was a big name on "the internets". YouTube was also a big name on "the Google" when Google bought YouTube for a fortune (not sure of the exact numbers but it made YouTube's founders pretty rich!) But what about MySpace, Blogger, MSN Spaces, and a variety of other major blog sites?

Blogs share info with other people and creates a "together" sort of feeling with people from all different countries. However, that's not always a good thing. Remember basic internet safety rules!

More people get to know each other and share their ideas without worrying about formalness or correctness, just expressing themselves.

With anything. Pictures, animations, videos, text. Blogs vary in color, type, and tone almost as much as accents or food. There are political blogs, "This, like is, like so, like wrong" teenager blogs, picture blogs, which I think could also be called pictablogs, rambling blogs, optimistic blogs, pessimistic blogs, flashy blogs, drab blogs.

I'd love to hear your comments about the blog. That wasn't one of Bush's quotes, by the way.


Homework-the word that inspires dread in students across the globe. Hours, days of misery cramped in your room or some other place doing an assignment from class when you could be doing something else. Skateboarding or ball for the sporty people, reading a novel or writing for the reading-and-writing sort of people, leisurely lounging around for the lazy people, building stuff for the building people. Cooking for the chefs, playing heavy rock or classical music for the music people...anything except HOMEWORK. The very word is stuffy and seems to carry the air of an uninteresting classroom about it. The procrastinators do it a few minutes before classtime or late at night, while the early-birds do it as soon as they get it. Either way, it's miserable for many people. Sure, it's a time spender if you have nothing else to do. (That's one of the purposes homework carries for me now I'm done a lot of my editing work on Yang in Disguise and I find it easy to write business letters). But homework drains your energy. When somebody asks "Wanna play a game tonight?" or "Wanna go to the _________?", many are forced to reply, crestfallen, "I have homework to finish". I'll write more later.

I have homework to finish.