other bits of blog

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

meet mimi

Hey all, sorry. I haven't posted in a week (my longest time not posting ever)! But you know how it is, Christmas and everything. By the way, merry Christmas! How was it for everyone?
Also,family is moving and we are helping them, I love it! I haven't moved much before, so we're all busy, but I'm glad I finally got thee time to blog, but no story today. Actually, this post consists of a lot of photos.
But before I show you anything, I have to introduce you to the faithful, white, very brand new scribe of mine. Actually, it's t
he one I'm typing on right now. Meet Mimi.

She's the new computer that I got for Christmas, a MacBook, and my first mac! She's the new version, with the interesting trackpad, the whole thing is a button. I love her so much! The keys are soft and it's way more fun to post. She's white and pretty and loads fast. And she's by far the best computer I've ever had. I love her so much. And what did you all get for Christmas?
Please comment.
I'm SO excited, and I hope you like Mimi. And if you don't have one, then there's always time for your fat cat stretching out on the couch, isn't there?

And there is not time for this cold, although I will admit that the snow looks pretty.

I just wish their could be snow minus the cold. But that's why we curl up on our mom's underwear, right?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

ballroom blushing

Well, I don't have long but I thought I'd give you this little tidbit of Dancing with Thieves. It's fresh from the oven, I just wrote it a minute ago, literally.

Dancing with Thieves
Silence comes over the room. Mica is blushing, and he is staring at my chest.
“What about your, um,” he stops for a moment, hesitating, “you know, your, your breasts?”
“Right, of course, how silly of me,” I answer, staring back at him and smiling. For the first time I notice that his eyes are not a dull green, but shining, like an emerald. They glisten against his coal black hair. “Um, do you have any bandages?” I ask, my eyes still locked on his.
“Yes, I think, so, here!” Mica fumbles with a cabinet. He hands a roll of bandages to me. Perfect.
“Could I do this on my own?” I ask when he shows no sign of leaving the room. Mica turns red as a beet, and runs out.
Alone in the bathroom, I take off my nightgown. It is worn and tattered from the night’s events. When my thoughts turn back to that night, my face goes pale and I stand still, naked in Mica’s bathroom. My crimson lips twist into sorrow. I am quiet and still, reliving the moment. Only when Mica knocks on the door am I startled out of my trance.
“Coming!” I yell. I grab the bandages that I dropped on the floor and encircle my fully grown chest. The binding hurts a little, but I will manage. After all, I managed losing my gift. My power and strength.
“Diana, stop it!” I mutter to myself softly. I slip on my gown again and open the door.

By the way (this has nothing to do with anything) I saw "Wicked" today, on tour. It's my third time! I love the show, but I'll tell you about it later.


Friday, December 18, 2009

late night hello

Hey! It's 9:00, late for me, kinda. Anyway, I was on my blog and I just wanted to say hi.
And now, "Bye!"

Thursday, December 17, 2009

the wetherbee formula

Hello. Ugh! I feel sick, I stayed home from school today. Sniffles, sore throat...you probably don't want to hear about it because you have it, too, and you're reading this for your enjoyment, right? Right, okay. And I know we're all busy, but I just wanted to give thanks today to a very important person in my life. Sorry I took so long to tell you all, but I had the sniffles severely last Tuesday, and it wasn't from a cold.
You know how the government didn't give enough money to some of the schools this year? Yes. So, at my school, they had to make a couple cuts. Because there are about three teachers in the grade above me who teach science, one of them is coming down to our grade, and my science teacher is being laid off. I've had my science teacher for two months (that's why she's the one going, because she's new), and those two months have changed my life. Literally, I'm not exaggerating!
Her name is Mrs. Wetherbee. I think she is probably the best teacher I've ever had in my life, and I've had a lot of amazing teachers. Mrs. Wetherbee makes science fun. Any time I'm feeling sad and I go into her classroom, I'm cheered up in an instant because of all the joy and love that just radiates from her. Science is my favorite class, now, because of her. Mrs. Wetherbee, when you read this, and I know you will sometime, I just want to tell you that I love you. I love you from the bottom of my heart, to the tip. You're not just a teacher, you're a friend. A very amazing friend. I'm so sad to see her go, but at least there's some good new about the whole situation.
Our new science teacher is pregnant. She'll start teaching us January 4th, after the holiday break, and she'll be leaving at the end of February or so, then staying out for the rest of the year on maternity leave. She's gong to need a substitute when she goes. She's going to try as hard as she can to make that substitute be Mrs. Wetherbee. If Mrs. Wetherbee, no, when (I'm thinking in the positive, okay) she comes back, class will be heaven once more, and I really hope that it does become heaven again.

This is the Wetherbee Formula:
wet + her + bee = wetherbee = we(a)ther + bee = smiles + love + hugs + science + friendship = what mrs. wetherbee is

Thanks for reading, I just had to get that off my shoulders.
Now I'll go do the homework she assigned me.

Saturday, December 12, 2009


Hey, guys. I haven't posted forever! But, you know, I've been pretty busy. December is the month of everything, literally. I'm rehearsing for a chorus concert, everyone's birthday is in December (by the way, happy b-day, Alana!), Christmas, trauma (I love you, Mrs. Wetherbee!), and bladi-blah.

But I also went to Chocolate Springs in Lenox and I recorded an improv song on the piano with my teacher. That was when the first real snow was, last Saturday. The song is called Snowfall, partly because the snow was falling pretty heavily, but also because it sounded like snow, I think. I think it sounded like this.

White stares back at me
Black follows the lead
They march
All straight in line
All perfect in formation
They dip
And swerve
Under my touch
And out comes the sound
The high
Melodious sound
Just as the snow falls around me
All around outside
Tiny flakes
I gently smile
And I listen to the low notes
To the high
That I play
Those keys
That I touch
And so I shiver
A recording
My beginning
The real beginning to the music
Trapped inside me
Wanting to come out
And it does
It finds a door
An opening
In my heart
And the music falls to the keys
Of the piano
Just like the tiny snowflakes do
As they drop
And hit the ground
In a snowfall

Thursday, December 3, 2009

a pogo stick

Well, today's the day that I post the answer to "boingy boingy".
Sad to say, I got one comment. So, I'm giving this post up to...
Chris! (wild applause)
Chris (who just happens to be my dad) was the one contestant. I want to thank him very much for competing (unlike you!!) Sad to say again, though, he was wrong. The "boingy boingy" was not a pogo stick, as he suspected. Instead, it was...
I wrote that poem as I was jumping on my neighbor's trampoline. It was night, and I had bare feet so they got really cold. That must have triggered something in my brain to write a poem. Anyway, I talked to myself saying a poem, and it was originally ten minutes. But once I got inside, I wrote it down. Most of it, anyway. I forgot a lot of it, so I basically wrote a new poem.
I'm getting boring, aren't I?
Well, then, I'll leave you to your grief, and your guilt that you didn't enter the contest...
If you want to make up for it, then vote on my poll at the bottom of the page.