CC and I were happily walking home from school.
pic of us being happy and walking. sun is shining. yay! the sun has a smily face and the trees are smilying and the people are smilying and the clouds are smiling and there are litte sparkles everywhere
We passed the lowly fifth, forth, third, second, and first graders who were still in school. They were having a lovely time taking physical tests. Sigh! Big kids like us are so cool.
pic of us lauging at them and everything is still happy. the kids are in lines by grade. people at front are doing some sorta test.
Then we reached the kindergarteners.
pic of us going, awww they're sooooooo cute! and pointing, the world is happy.
One child, a girl, broke away from the line.
pic of her coming towards us.
pic of us going awww!
She was a perfect little angel. Her hair was in ringlets, and her dress was in perfect condition. She hadn't soiled it at all.
pic of her
Or so we thought.
Pic of the little girl kickeing amelia right in the gut, im bending over in pain. everything that was happy is now sad :( PS: Take time on these to make them HILARIOUS.
Pic of her beating up amelia, cc stands by like OMG!
more picks, now shes jumping on me. im writhing in pain on the ground. CCS like WTF
Ha ha, just kidding.
She didn't look like and angel.
pic of a reg cute kid in a play suit. grime on her face
She didn't beat us up. Very much, anyway.
We were just walking, when she came up behind us.
pic of her tiptoeing, looking super cute. sky and stuff is normal. no weird happy faces or anything
pic of her lightly jabbing Amelia
pic of Ame turing around and looking suprized. girl is in boxing stance
pic of cc and Ame laughing as girl runs off.
She then proceeded to jab other people on the campus. We laughed at her all the way.
only one pic. there are three different people that stand out in a tiny crowd. you see theree of the same hitting girl, all hitting the three prominent people. smear lines connect between the three girls. the effect is that she moved fast and hit people three times.
Kids nowadays. No manners. Seriously, lady, control your adorable and hilarious child.
- Amelia
She jabbed
The exciting life of a girl named Amelia.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Well, today's the apocalypse
And nothing's happened. It was supposed to occur at 6 in all time zones. Nope.
YAY! I'm not going to "the bad place!"
- Amelia
PS: I wonder what's happening to the guy that predicted Judgement Day.
PPS: No one's dead and the end is not here!
YAY! I'm not going to "the bad place!"
- Amelia
PS: I wonder what's happening to the guy that predicted Judgement Day.
PPS: No one's dead and the end is not here!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The Evolution of a Certain Blog Author's Music Tastes
Boy, is that a mouthful of a title. Anyway, here is a list of my ever changing music tastes.
In the end of the fifth grade/ the beginning of sixth, I loved the Beatles.
pic of amelia w/ head phones in looking at a record case reading The Beatles, singing Let it be! And my clothes are hippy ish, like blue tye dye, and my hair is cropped super short to the chin
In the end of the fifth grade/ the beginning of sixth, I loved the Beatles.
pic of amelia w/ head phones in looking at a record case reading The Beatles, singing Let it be! And my clothes are hippy ish, like blue tye dye, and my hair is cropped super short to the chin
Then, of course, I matured a bit, and moved on to Simon and Garfunkel by the end of the 6th grade. I did love those harmonies! Ah, refreshing, compared to the old style rock and roll band. I stayed with them until 7th grade.
pic of me with longer, flippy out hair (not by much), now wearing flare jeans and a super light blue tee, listening to my boombox playing "Hello darkness my old friend..." w/ musical notes
But then I met Keith! And Keith loved Coldplay. And I liked Keith. So I changed to Coldplay by the winter of grade 7.
Pic of me looking at coldplay pics on line (u can use real coldplay pics and put them on a drawn comp.) and I am singing, "I hear Jerusalem bells ringing..." w/ music notes. My hair is the same (but not as flippy), but I have a bit of lipgloss on, w/ kakhi pants.
pic of me with longer, flippy out hair (not by much), now wearing flare jeans and a super light blue tee, listening to my boombox playing "Hello darkness my old friend..." w/ musical notes
But then I met Keith! And Keith loved Coldplay. And I liked Keith. So I changed to Coldplay by the winter of grade 7.
Pic of me looking at coldplay pics on line (u can use real coldplay pics and put them on a drawn comp.) and I am singing, "I hear Jerusalem bells ringing..." w/ music notes. My hair is the same (but not as flippy), but I have a bit of lipgloss on, w/ kakhi pants.
The end of 7th grade, and I had a new friend, Abril, who went to the dances with me. I told her I wanted to know more of the dance music that they played, since I felt left out when everyone knew the words but me. So, she gave me hip hop music. I was introduced to Ke$ha and 3OH!3, and loved them.
Pic of me dancing at a dance. The speakers and me are singing, "Tik Tok, on the clock!" and I'm in a little navy (but still pretty blue) dance dress with longer hair, and It doesn't flip so crazy.
But Abril moved, so that was the end of her musical influence. It was CC who put me where I am now.
Eminem. She showed me Eminem. In the middle of grade 8, she gave me some of his records and told me to give him a try. And now I am obsessed with the music and have all his albums. Even though it's rap, it's the only music I listen to. And the only rapper I listen to.
Pic of me with one of those head set and mics on, on stage, doing rap moves like Emmy does. I'm saying, "'Coz I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady..." I'm wearing my normal blue dress and normal hair, now.
I guess that just shows you how as you enter your teens, you lose that child-like innocence.
What were your previous and current music tastes? Have anythoughts about the lose of innocence? Leave me a comment!
- Amelia.
Pic of me dancing at a dance. The speakers and me are singing, "Tik Tok, on the clock!" and I'm in a little navy (but still pretty blue) dance dress with longer hair, and It doesn't flip so crazy.
But Abril moved, so that was the end of her musical influence. It was CC who put me where I am now.
Eminem. She showed me Eminem. In the middle of grade 8, she gave me some of his records and told me to give him a try. And now I am obsessed with the music and have all his albums. Even though it's rap, it's the only music I listen to. And the only rapper I listen to.
Pic of me with one of those head set and mics on, on stage, doing rap moves like Emmy does. I'm saying, "'Coz I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady..." I'm wearing my normal blue dress and normal hair, now.
I guess that just shows you how as you enter your teens, you lose that child-like innocence.
What were your previous and current music tastes? Have anythoughts about the lose of innocence? Leave me a comment!
- Amelia.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Choir is boring
we are in choir and im bored. and keep looking at the clock
to pass time, make up insane had motions to the words.
get in trouble multiple times for it
to pass time, make up insane had motions to the words.
get in trouble multiple times for it
The Teacher Chronicals: Thank you, Mrs. Olson.
mrs olsen is supposed to be really pretty. make her ugly and evil with mean expressions. It's a challenge lol
Dear Mrs. Olson of Riverview Elementary,
Before I was in your first grade class I was free-spirited, loud, and normal. When I stepped into your classroom I was dreading the year just like any normal 6 year old would.
pic of that, make mrs owlsen look really nice and beautiful in her classroom as u walkin. readers will soon see her other side
But my fears of homework, early bedtimes, and less free time were minor. Of course, those fears were well founded and came true, but they weren't horrible. No. Do you want to know the worst part of my first year in the "big kid school," Mrs.Olson?
It was you.
pic of like good dog evil dog from the dog post, but with Mrs O, or MO from now on.
At first, you were okay, despite the fact you got mad at anyone who misbehaved. But you weren't too cruel, at least not in the first three weeks of the school.
Unfortunately for me, you were no where near as kind as my kindergarten and preschool teachers, but then again, I wasn't expecting you to so nice, funny, and caring. You were my big kid teacher; you weren't supposed to be an angel. You were just supposed to be tolerable.
It all started the day of our first spelling test. I got one wrong. No big deal! That was a record; I wasn't a good speller. Normally, I missed five. Missing only one was thrilling!
pic of u being super happy, holding your test that MO is currently handed u. u are reaching for it and looking at the test
But when I looked up at you as you handed me, a proud, excited child, the test, you wore a look of absolute disgust.
pic of you taking the test, while lookins super sad at her beautiful evilly contorted face
It crushed me. But being young and innocent, I made up excuses for you.
pic of you super sadpicturing her eating a super bad brekky. thot bubble. Under the pic in the thot bubble, words: Maybe she had a bad breakfast.
Pic of you thinking(ina thought bubble) about her husband holding the empty coffee pot and screaming at MO. Words in thought bubble:Maybe her husband was mad at her for not making coffee. in this pic, your head is off to the side like stupid dog
Pic of thought bubble of w/ peeing puppy in it. Words in bubble: Maybe her new puppy peed on her face to wake her u. While thinking this, you are looking complexed and hurt
But somewhere in the deepest depths of my undeveloped brain, I knew the truth. You thought I was an unequivocal failure.
I was able to last an entire month after the "incident," getting 100% on all of my tests, hoping to make you proud, but you always had this deep-seeded look of hatred in your beady little eyes whenever you looked at me.
picture of her beady little evil eyes with hatred. but she is pretty. use expressions to make her eyes beady and her face hideous
Then we were assigned our Ocean Week projects. Ocean Week occurred annually the week before break, and the entire class was high in excitement.
After all, Ocean Week meant a field trip to the tide pools. I was a little jealous of the eight graders who got the deep sea as their assignment, and the fifth graders who got the coral reefs, but I was still extremely happy to be going to the tide pools.
Before our field trip we were to pick a tide pool animal, write a five page, single spaced report on the creature, and present it orally to everyone in the whole school.
Well, as it turned out, you were going to assign us groups of three, in an 18 kid class that was six groups.
My group was the purple sea urchin. What luck, this topic was fun! I loved the purple sea urchin (Thinking back, that was the only assigned topic I actually liked. In high school, assigned topics are dreaded by every student.).
Now, I wanted to own millions of purple sea urchins. I wanted every single purple sea urchin to be my best friend.
pic of you surrounded by urchins and they are smiling and you are hugging a bunch of them. you are sitting, piled with the urchins
Each person had to write and individual report on the adorable, spiky, tide pool creature, but we wrote the speech together. We also had to "test drive" it in front of the class.
That's when disaster struck.
My group presented the speech together, to get the timing right.
pic of your class standing infront of a white board. you are talking. your speach bubble says, "The..."
Well guess what, Mrs. Olson, I said one word, one word, and you took the opportunity to murder my soul.
Just one word and you blew up. And I don't mean screaming. I mean I literally thought you were going to explode and your guts would go flying everywhere, just like the papers you threw at my face. I'm sure you said plenty of obscenities, but I can't be sure. I was to busy staring at the stunned and frightened faces of my classmates.
pic of just her exploding
pic of you holding your cheeks in shock
pic of sitting audience in shock. one kid stands up.
When the staff came in to investigate, I covered for you. I said that we saw a gigantic rat and it scared the sh'mole out of you, so you started screaming.
Because I was one of the most popular people in the entire school, I could have gotten you fired, but I didn't. I was doing a good deed. I knew that the class would stick by me; they wouldn't even tell their parents!
I, too, never told my parents, but they knew something was amiss. I cried for days, weeks, months even, but I never told them. I was just that nice. If only you could have taken a lesson from my caring actions.
pic of you streaming tears into a puddle super sad your parent's are looking worried. youre in a corner, sad looking. ur back to parents
My parents still don't know why that, every morning for the next five months, I tried desperately to stay home.
They don't know why I successfully faked vomiting weekly by holding dissolved cheese in my mouth for an hour until it had the consistency and color of throw up.
They don't know why I broke into tears whenever anybody mentioned school.
pic of some one saying, "school!" and you wailing and tears SHOOT outa ur eyes super sad. person is oblivious and happy, ranting and waving arms in air.
They did what they thought was best. Dutifully, I was sent to school sent me to school each morning. They thought it was just a faze.
I made it through the school year, but despite how hard I tried (I even literally helped you keep your job!) you never gave me anything but cruel looks that smashed me to pieces.
In result of my dismantled psyche, I became a introverted, timid, shy, quiet child. Taking no notice, you found new reasons to yell at me.
pic of mis bitch yelling, YRNT U RAISING HAND? (put in correct grammar) or make her cave man ish
I thought it was all my fault. My grades were dropping; The only thing I thought of during school was how not to get screamed at. I never did class work, and didn't participate in PE or reading group. My parents even signed me up with a summer tutor (That man just scared me more)!
Fortunately, in second grade, I had the nicest teacher on the entire planet; She was Mrs. Angele the amazing, and she probably kept me from suicide. But not even she, the teacher from heaven, could reverse your heartless actions. However, I was free of you, Mrs. Olson, so life was better.
Or so I thought.
I ran into you again. School was dismissed; I was happily running through the halls when I accidentally walked into one of your unfortunate students.
I muttered a quick sorry to the girl and jogged on. But then: I heard your voice. It was the sound of broken glass being smeared across a chalkboard while someone drills nails into my eardrums, and at the same time a nuclear bomb is being dropped on a herd of screaming elephants.
pic of her yelling AMELIA! Come here! (in caps)
pic of you walking over. sad
PIC of her yelling, SAY SORRY!
I did; timidly I apologized again, eyes downcast.
You didn't give it a rest. Though I was in tears, you still screamed at me to shake the poor little girl's hand.
Grudgingly, I performed this demoralizing act.
pic of you doing it, you have a chain and ball to your leg
I was a happy(er) second grader who didn't want to affiliate with lowly first graders, but you forced me to in the only way you knew how: With demonic looks, ear-splitting shrieks, and fear.
pic of that beautiful lady. but her face is ugly due to the evil look on her face. so shes's beautiful but you have to make her look ugly with facial expressions
Somehow my third grade teacher was even worse then you (an entirely different story, but definitely I will tell it), but she only reopened the wounds you created. My family decided to leave the school after another year of my crying outbursts.
Right after enrolling in a new school, the school sent you to my doorstep. Your mission: make the Rice family stay in Riverview.
Like that was going to happen; I cried almost half the year there.
Well Mrs.Olson, I have no idea how you thought it would be okay if you came back into my life. Somehow, you must have rationalized it to be, because a year ago my mom started getting Cabi Party invites from you.
pic of your mom saying, "Off to Cabi with Mrs. Olsen!" and your lower jaw is literally on the floor.
I had no clue that my mother was actually attending these "get-togethers," but I am not a cruel person. I would have been perfectly fine with you, and your strange habit of inviting near strangers to your party. Obviously you were desperate.
But DO NOT invite me to your clothing parties. I go to Cabi Parties, but only ones held by my friends family. You, Mrs.Olson, are not one of my friends (thank goodness), and definitely not one of my family.
However, I decided to go to one of these parties, but not to privilege you, oh no I will for a much more sinister reason.
I'm finally call you out on all of the horrible experiences you put me through in first grade, right there in front of your friends and family. Take that, Mrs. Olsen. Those scars you created didn't allow me to talk to adults for years (except my parents), I'm through with that phobia now.
But do you know how difficult and painful it's been for me to overcome my fears and finally communicate? I am surprised I was even able to talk to my peers at my new schools (another side story; my family didn't like the first school's system, so we moved to another school, where I very happily settled.)!
How dare you try to come back and haunt me with your invitations!? But I am not a weakling anymore; I'm not scared of you. Mrs.Olson, I swear and promise that I will make you feel like a piece of sh'mole for screaming at me for that fateful year.
pic of you looking super confident and you're glowing
So thank you, Mrs. Olson, for ruining the first half of my life.
I suggest you never approach me unless you become suicidal. I'm taking this into my own hands. Suck it.
I hope you die a painfull death one day,
Amelia
Dear Mrs. Olson of Riverview Elementary,
Before I was in your first grade class I was free-spirited, loud, and normal. When I stepped into your classroom I was dreading the year just like any normal 6 year old would.
pic of that, make mrs owlsen look really nice and beautiful in her classroom as u walkin. readers will soon see her other side
But my fears of homework, early bedtimes, and less free time were minor. Of course, those fears were well founded and came true, but they weren't horrible. No. Do you want to know the worst part of my first year in the "big kid school," Mrs.Olson?
It was you.
pic of like good dog evil dog from the dog post, but with Mrs O, or MO from now on.
At first, you were okay, despite the fact you got mad at anyone who misbehaved. But you weren't too cruel, at least not in the first three weeks of the school.
Unfortunately for me, you were no where near as kind as my kindergarten and preschool teachers, but then again, I wasn't expecting you to so nice, funny, and caring. You were my big kid teacher; you weren't supposed to be an angel. You were just supposed to be tolerable.
It all started the day of our first spelling test. I got one wrong. No big deal! That was a record; I wasn't a good speller. Normally, I missed five. Missing only one was thrilling!
pic of u being super happy, holding your test that MO is currently handed u. u are reaching for it and looking at the test
But when I looked up at you as you handed me, a proud, excited child, the test, you wore a look of absolute disgust.
pic of you taking the test, while lookins super sad at her beautiful evilly contorted face
It crushed me. But being young and innocent, I made up excuses for you.
pic of you super sadpicturing her eating a super bad brekky. thot bubble. Under the pic in the thot bubble, words: Maybe she had a bad breakfast.
Pic of you thinking(ina thought bubble) about her husband holding the empty coffee pot and screaming at MO. Words in thought bubble:Maybe her husband was mad at her for not making coffee. in this pic, your head is off to the side like stupid dog
Pic of thought bubble of w/ peeing puppy in it. Words in bubble: Maybe her new puppy peed on her face to wake her u. While thinking this, you are looking complexed and hurt
But somewhere in the deepest depths of my undeveloped brain, I knew the truth. You thought I was an unequivocal failure.
I was able to last an entire month after the "incident," getting 100% on all of my tests, hoping to make you proud, but you always had this deep-seeded look of hatred in your beady little eyes whenever you looked at me.
picture of her beady little evil eyes with hatred. but she is pretty. use expressions to make her eyes beady and her face hideous
Then we were assigned our Ocean Week projects. Ocean Week occurred annually the week before break, and the entire class was high in excitement.
After all, Ocean Week meant a field trip to the tide pools. I was a little jealous of the eight graders who got the deep sea as their assignment, and the fifth graders who got the coral reefs, but I was still extremely happy to be going to the tide pools.
Before our field trip we were to pick a tide pool animal, write a five page, single spaced report on the creature, and present it orally to everyone in the whole school.
Well, as it turned out, you were going to assign us groups of three, in an 18 kid class that was six groups.
My group was the purple sea urchin. What luck, this topic was fun! I loved the purple sea urchin (Thinking back, that was the only assigned topic I actually liked. In high school, assigned topics are dreaded by every student.).
Now, I wanted to own millions of purple sea urchins. I wanted every single purple sea urchin to be my best friend.
pic of you surrounded by urchins and they are smiling and you are hugging a bunch of them. you are sitting, piled with the urchins
Each person had to write and individual report on the adorable, spiky, tide pool creature, but we wrote the speech together. We also had to "test drive" it in front of the class.
That's when disaster struck.
My group presented the speech together, to get the timing right.
pic of your class standing infront of a white board. you are talking. your speach bubble says, "The..."
Well guess what, Mrs. Olson, I said one word, one word, and you took the opportunity to murder my soul.
Just one word and you blew up. And I don't mean screaming. I mean I literally thought you were going to explode and your guts would go flying everywhere, just like the papers you threw at my face. I'm sure you said plenty of obscenities, but I can't be sure. I was to busy staring at the stunned and frightened faces of my classmates.
pic of just her exploding
pic of you holding your cheeks in shock
pic of sitting audience in shock. one kid stands up.
When the staff came in to investigate, I covered for you. I said that we saw a gigantic rat and it scared the sh'mole out of you, so you started screaming.
Because I was one of the most popular people in the entire school, I could have gotten you fired, but I didn't. I was doing a good deed. I knew that the class would stick by me; they wouldn't even tell their parents!
I, too, never told my parents, but they knew something was amiss. I cried for days, weeks, months even, but I never told them. I was just that nice. If only you could have taken a lesson from my caring actions.
pic of you streaming tears into a puddle super sad your parent's are looking worried. youre in a corner, sad looking. ur back to parents
My parents still don't know why that, every morning for the next five months, I tried desperately to stay home.
They don't know why I successfully faked vomiting weekly by holding dissolved cheese in my mouth for an hour until it had the consistency and color of throw up.
They don't know why I broke into tears whenever anybody mentioned school.
pic of some one saying, "school!" and you wailing and tears SHOOT outa ur eyes super sad. person is oblivious and happy, ranting and waving arms in air.
They did what they thought was best. Dutifully, I was sent to school sent me to school each morning. They thought it was just a faze.
I made it through the school year, but despite how hard I tried (I even literally helped you keep your job!) you never gave me anything but cruel looks that smashed me to pieces.
In result of my dismantled psyche, I became a introverted, timid, shy, quiet child. Taking no notice, you found new reasons to yell at me.
pic of mis bitch yelling, YRNT U RAISING HAND? (put in correct grammar) or make her cave man ish
I thought it was all my fault. My grades were dropping; The only thing I thought of during school was how not to get screamed at. I never did class work, and didn't participate in PE or reading group. My parents even signed me up with a summer tutor (That man just scared me more)!
Fortunately, in second grade, I had the nicest teacher on the entire planet; She was Mrs. Angele the amazing, and she probably kept me from suicide. But not even she, the teacher from heaven, could reverse your heartless actions. However, I was free of you, Mrs. Olson, so life was better.
Or so I thought.
I ran into you again. School was dismissed; I was happily running through the halls when I accidentally walked into one of your unfortunate students.
I muttered a quick sorry to the girl and jogged on. But then: I heard your voice. It was the sound of broken glass being smeared across a chalkboard while someone drills nails into my eardrums, and at the same time a nuclear bomb is being dropped on a herd of screaming elephants.
pic of her yelling AMELIA! Come here! (in caps)
pic of you walking over. sad
PIC of her yelling, SAY SORRY!
I did; timidly I apologized again, eyes downcast.
You didn't give it a rest. Though I was in tears, you still screamed at me to shake the poor little girl's hand.
Grudgingly, I performed this demoralizing act.
pic of you doing it, you have a chain and ball to your leg
I was a happy(er) second grader who didn't want to affiliate with lowly first graders, but you forced me to in the only way you knew how: With demonic looks, ear-splitting shrieks, and fear.
pic of that beautiful lady. but her face is ugly due to the evil look on her face. so shes's beautiful but you have to make her look ugly with facial expressions
Somehow my third grade teacher was even worse then you (an entirely different story, but definitely I will tell it), but she only reopened the wounds you created. My family decided to leave the school after another year of my crying outbursts.
Right after enrolling in a new school, the school sent you to my doorstep. Your mission: make the Rice family stay in Riverview.
Like that was going to happen; I cried almost half the year there.
Well Mrs.Olson, I have no idea how you thought it would be okay if you came back into my life. Somehow, you must have rationalized it to be, because a year ago my mom started getting Cabi Party invites from you.
pic of your mom saying, "Off to Cabi with Mrs. Olsen!" and your lower jaw is literally on the floor.
I had no clue that my mother was actually attending these "get-togethers," but I am not a cruel person. I would have been perfectly fine with you, and your strange habit of inviting near strangers to your party. Obviously you were desperate.
But DO NOT invite me to your clothing parties. I go to Cabi Parties, but only ones held by my friends family. You, Mrs.Olson, are not one of my friends (thank goodness), and definitely not one of my family.
However, I decided to go to one of these parties, but not to privilege you, oh no I will for a much more sinister reason.
I'm finally call you out on all of the horrible experiences you put me through in first grade, right there in front of your friends and family. Take that, Mrs. Olsen. Those scars you created didn't allow me to talk to adults for years (except my parents), I'm through with that phobia now.
But do you know how difficult and painful it's been for me to overcome my fears and finally communicate? I am surprised I was even able to talk to my peers at my new schools (another side story; my family didn't like the first school's system, so we moved to another school, where I very happily settled.)!
How dare you try to come back and haunt me with your invitations!? But I am not a weakling anymore; I'm not scared of you. Mrs.Olson, I swear and promise that I will make you feel like a piece of sh'mole for screaming at me for that fateful year.
pic of you looking super confident and you're glowing
So thank you, Mrs. Olson, for ruining the first half of my life.
I suggest you never approach me unless you become suicidal. I'm taking this into my own hands. Suck it.
I hope you die a painfull death one day,
Amelia
Friday, May 13, 2011
Say it carefully
Just a quick note: Blogger was having technical difficulties and this post was deleted. Sorry for the inconvenience! It should be fixed now.
Another note: It's been deleted twice!!! What the sh'mole?
On to the post!
Tia has a crush on a guy named Ken. Ken is one of the cutest guys in our school, and she thinks that he looks like this:
Another note: It's been deleted twice!!! What the sh'mole?
On to the post!
Tia has a crush on a guy named Ken. Ken is one of the cutest guys in our school, and she thinks that he looks like this:
And all the other guys look like this:
Tia didn't want to tell CC & me who she loved because she didn't know us that well.
But hey, curiosity killed the cat.
At lunch, she decided to tell us in band.
We made it to the final period of the day, and we still hadn't heard her crush's name!
We tried blackmail.
We also tried arguing in cute voices (Tia said CC was cuter).
But not in the way you think. Oh, no, Tia made a mistake...
The cat MURDERED the curiosity this time.
PS: Tia and Ken are a couple now. They're really cute together. :)
PPS: Due to rants from Ken, I want you to know our literal interpretation of him.
No exaggeration this time!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Happy Mother's day!
Love you mom!
Happy mother's day to the rest of you. Here's a picture:
I think it's adorable! It's kind of in the shape of a heart.
- Amelia Rice
PS: It's a baby fox cub.
Happy mother's day to the rest of you. Here's a picture:
- Amelia Rice
PS: It's a baby fox cub.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Repost: Jennifer
Here you see all of Jennifer's illustrations as seen on this blog, also found here.
Enjoy! I know I do. :)
Actually, for this one, Jen meant "CC..." and it's kind of an inside joke... I was having difficulties texting "'lil" to CC and it kept coming out "lip."
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