Wednesday, August 31, 2011

dance party?

Today at school when I walked into class the speakers were playing Just Dance by Lady Gaga. My teachers were all in the middle of the room dancing. One was doing the robot, and another the disco. When me and some other people walked in, they said, "We're having a dance party, so start dancing!" Nobody did. Then one said, "Oh my I might have to start handing out detentions of you guys aren't dancing. Then there was some dancing. We weren't allowed to sit, because, apparently, you're not allowed to at a dance party. It was really weird. But funny. Like yesterday, when they said that they had to "take a break" and all started singing The Sound of Music's Do Re Mi and harmonizing while we all clapped in unison. "Do. A deer. A female deer. Re. A drop of golden sun . . .". It's a pretty great class. 

Friday, August 26, 2011

hair flip

Once when we were on a boat ride me and my sister were sitting in the back. My sister had her hair down and the wind was blowing it behing her, so she pretended to be a hair product/ shampoo model. Then she said "When I was younger i used to think that you could get your hair softer and prettier by just flipping it like they do in the shampoo commercials so i would flip my hair allthe time". It made me laugh and explained alot too. I guess that's why she used to always flip her hair.  :)

Monday, August 22, 2011

secret santa quote

Quote: "One way I've found to cut back on my yuletide gift spending is by adopting a little holiday tradition known as the Secret Santa. Here's how it works. Rather than buy a gift for each and every member of your family, you simply drop your names into a hat, then fake your own deaths and move to Brazil. A less extreme version involves drawing a name from the hat and buying a gift for that person. To make things more interesting, the name you draw is kept secret. To make things even more exciting, the hat is filled with fierce, biting ants".

- A Whole Nother Story, Dr. Cuthbert Suop

Sunday, August 14, 2011

angry birds

A few weeks ago at my cabin, I was painting rocks to look like different animal skins (zebra, cow, fish, giraffe, bird. . .".  Then I found round rock that somebody had painted red. So I turned it into an angry bird by adding eyes, beak, eyebrows (yes, it makes a difference), and feathers. Then I made the blue, yellow, green, and black birds. In my opinion, they were really cool. Then my dad said, "Lets play a game where we throw them at people." then pretended to throw the red bird. Great idea dad! Let's all throw rocks at each other!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

ummm seedless?

So today i was wondering 
about seedless watermelon.
How on earth does that work?


For my health class, I had to do a powerpoint presentation on stress. I started google imaging "stress" to find pictures for my project. This is one of the pictures that cane up. Stress? I don't think so.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

hello, tree

Today we had to introduce our trees to partners we were given. I introduced Steve and was introduced to a very nice tree named twig. Then we had to run 3 laps around our tree, do 10 jumping jacks (It is a health class, after all) then count the number of ants crawling on them. I can't say counting the number of ants on trees is something I plan on doing again.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011


Today I went to a summer health class I have to take for school. As as group, we went on a walk. When we got to a park, the teachers told us to pick out a tree. Then name it. So I found a tree and named it Steve, because, it just looked like a Steve. One person named their's Brian Fantana, because, apparently, it's a sassy and awesome name for a tree. Others included Bob, Snapple, and Rowanda. Then, as if that wasn't enough, we had to compose a poem about our tree. Snapple's was "My tree's name is snapple. It doesn't have apples".  The person who had Rowanda said she was too beautiful to be described with words. I'm not a poet so I did not write a poem about Steve.

Friday, August 5, 2011


Today I was eating dinner with my sisters and cousin. Then, while pouring himself
a glass a milk, he said, '' I'm so good at pouring milk I could be a bartender.''
Yep, a ten-year-old-milk-pouring bartender.

*postin from my kindle,can't figure out how to change color and font. : (

Monday, August 1, 2011


Today I had to go to the doctor's office to get a physical (=P). Anyways, while I was waiting, I was listening to the receptionists. They were all talking about lemonade. "I had this really good  lemonade yesterday. . ." "You know that canned lemonade you gave me yesterday? Do you remember where you bought it? Because it was really yummy and tasted fresh-squeezed." The normally-silent waiting room was loud with the receptionist's talk about lemonade for more than five minuets. For some reason, it made me laugh.