Catch up and how I am fighting my natural instinct

So I haven't given you a post in a couple days. And a few things have happened in that time that I feel like telling you about.

First of all, I got pinkeye. (Okay, I was thinking of putting suspense building up to that, but I don't feel like doing that.) It started off as just one of my eyes being red. Then, two days after I noticed my red eye, it was really red and spread to both of my eyes. My mom thought that was weird, and then realized that I probably had pinkeye. So, my mom made an appointment to go the doctors.

Now, normally, I hate going to the doctors, they terrify me. So, naturally, I was a bit nervous. Of course, there was no real reason to be nervous, because I wasn't getting any shots or anything. The doctor came in, checked my eyes, ears, throat, and breathing and said that I had pinkeye (Well, she called it the medical name, but that's not important). So she prescribed eye droplet thingies for me.

Now, I should have told her at once that I cannot use those at all and should have gotten the medicine. Of course, I didn't really know at the time, so I didn't. I have to put those droplets in my EYE three times a day, two in each eye per time, for five days. That's 60 drops total. 60 droplets of who-knows-what attacking things in my eye. Does that not sound even a little bit terrifying?

My mom has to do those for me, since I can't keep my eye open and do it myself at all. She has to hold my eye open while she does it too, because my natural instinct is to blink, and I am very good at this particular thing. I'm getting better at fighting it, but it's still really hard. Once my eye sees the bottle going near it, it just tries to snap shut so nothing can get in. I guess it thinks that it's dirt or something. It's really annoying. Though, I suppose it's good to know that my eyelids can do their jobs really well. I don't have to worry about anything getting in my eye.

I guess it could be worse, I could not be able to open my eyes in the morning after I first wake up, like what happens with some people. My eyes could be hurting or itchy until I want to claw my eyes out. I could look like a mad person with my bloodshot eyes, which you can't see unless I look up and to the left. I could feel sick.

And some of my extended family came to my house today. So it could not have been a worse day to have pinkeye. I had to warn everyone as they came in the house not to hug me or touch me or anything. I was terrified that my Grandma, who has slight Alzheimer's wouldn't remember that I had pinkeye and hug me and then remember. My Grandpa was funny, and thought he couldn't even go near me. He was afraid to ask me to copy a picture for him, that if I touched the picture he was holding I would get him sick. I assured him that I  wouldn't, and he seemed to relax after that. Around 1pm I became officially noncontagious. So, unfortunately, I can't miss any school. Oh well.  

Snow!

There is snow! It's everywhere. And I think it might still be snowing. It sure is windy, though. Why am I just blogging about the weather conditions? I should be saying something else. But what else can I say? I smell orange juice and bacon at the same time and it doesn't smell good. The heater is warm. Uh... I like fudge pie? Who cares what I write, it doesn't matter.

My cousins are coming over to my house around Thursday. They were supposed to come today, but they couldn't because of the snow. But I don't care, because I like snow. If only it could be warm without melting, that would make it perfect.

I hate how you can't indent stuff here without having to use the space bar. It's so annoying. It makes everything look wrong.

                 See, doesn't this look better? I like it more, because I'm used to it. At least I'm not forced to double space things here like I have to in Language Arts. That is really annoying. So now I get to have single space, or 1.5 space, I'm not sure what this has. I got milk for Christmas. It was just what I asked for. It appears to still be snowing, and I'm hoping that it's not just the wind blowing around. I guess this is just going to be one big rambling post. Whatever. Okay, I'm done rambling.

Fight with myself

Me 1: Do I really have to do this?
Me 2: Yes. You promised people that you would write a blog post about Christmas after the Christmas Eve one.
Me 1: But it's Christmas. Can't I have the day off?
Me 2: Are you saying you'd break your promise?
Me 1: But I don't feel like doing it!
Me 2: Stop being so lazy.
Me 1: But I wanna watch Doctor Whoooooooo!
Me 2: You can do that later.
Me 1: *frowns* But I want to watch it now.
Me 2: You promised your friends that you would.
Me 1: They probably didn't even see it. If I delete it now, no one would notice.
Me 2: That's not very honest.
Me 1: Who cares?
Me 2: I do!
Me 1: But I don't.
Me 2: Your opinion doesn't count.
Me 1: Yours doesn't either. In fact, we're two parts of a whole, so overall, our opinion on the subject is neutral. So that means I can do it.
Me 2: Don't try to out-logic me.
Me 1: I can do whatever I want to do.
Me 2: No you can't, I still have control over half of you.
Me 1: Well then I'll just have to get rid of you.
Me 2: You can't, you'll get rid of yourself too.
Me 1: *frowns* I'm still not writing this post.
Me 2: Yes you are. See you're typing this into your blog right now.
Me 1: That's typing, not writing.
Me 2: It's the same thing!
Me 1: No it's not. Writing is using a pen or pencil or whatever and physically writing out the words onto a piece of paper or something. Typing is just hitting buttons on a computer to make words.
Me 2: I didn't need to know your definitions of writing and typing.
Me 1: Well, you looked like you needed it, seeing as you could tell the difference between them.
Me 2: * scowls* You're annoying.
Me 1: Thank you very much.
Me 2: *in a sarcastic tone* You're very welcome.

Merry Christmas everyone. And now, you'll be addicted to Doctor Who just like I am.

Just quickly saying Merry Christmas Eve. I'll do a full blogpost sometime tomorrow.

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aka I'm writing this blogpost only because Jenn/Jennbury told me to write a post. Yay! Now what to write about? ...

Oh! I know! I got in the Art Show! Yay! I feel satisfied with sharing that bit of information with you, and shall now leave. Goodbye.

Lily Fails At iMovie

Yeah, this was what I was going to blog about. I remembered it as I woke up this morning. I also remembered the 50 Nifty song. You know, the one that names every state? Yeah, that one.

Okay, back to what I was supposed to blog about.

I don't own a mac. I never have, I hopefully never will. I don't like macs, they're too confusing. And the only time I get a chance to use one is in Spanish class, when we use the macbooks. So on Thursday, we started using the macs to make a movie on an athlete that we wrote a paper thing on. And we used iMovie.

I have never used iMovie before. Ever. And I have to say, it's probably the most confusing thing I've ever tried to use. First of all, I had to get pictures, and with macs, you can't just copy and paste. No, you have to drag the picture that you want to use onto the screen. How messed up is that?

But being the genius I am, I figured it out relitively quickly. (You know, based on the fact that I had done that before.) It just looked weird on the screen like that. And I couldn't figure out how to deleate the ones I didn't like. But my teacher just said that we could take them off later. Somehow.

So after that, I actually had to open iMovie (which was hard too, because it wouldn't open after a few minutes, and I was wondering if it would work at all) and make it. So apparently, we had to get the pictures into the iMovie. My teacher told me to 'just drag it in'. How less specific could she get? Drag it where? But I tried it anyways. And nothing happened. This is where I became dependent on Jenn to help me with tecnical problems.

So I asked Jenn, "How do I get these pictures in?"
"Just drag it in like she [the teacher] told you to," she said.
"But I did that and nothing happened," I said and showed her what I had done.
"No, you have to drag it in here, that's where the pictures go," she said and showed me.
"Oh, okay," I said and went back to my work.

The one she had dragged in was looking all wrong, and only showed my athlete's chin, neck and shoulders. I wanted to deleate it, but when I hit the deleate button (There wasn't even a backspace button on the computer. Just a deleate) nothing happend.

"Jenn, how do I deleate this?" I asked her.
"Just click on the picture so that it turns yellow and hit deleate," she said.
"Okay," I said, and tried it. It worked.

I continued working on my project. I dragged my five required pictures in. I showed it to Jenn.
"Now what?" I asked.
"You need a title picture," she said.

I tried to add in a title picture, but it wouldn't work.
"How do I move it?" I asked.
By this point, she looked pretty annoyed with my asking her so many questions. I imagined she wanted to work on her own project instead of helping me. But oh-so-patienly, she said, "Click on it so it turns yellow and drag it to where you want it," she said.

I did it. "So now what?" I asked her.
"Now you put in the bullets," she said. We had a draft sheet with bullets that we needed to add in.
"How do I do that?" I asked.
"You click on the T button," she said.

I clicked on it and a bunch of fonts and ways they were displayed on the screen popped up. I clicked on the one I liked. I tried to type on it like I saw Jenn doing, but nothing happened.
"It didn't work," I said and tried to type again.
"No, you have to drag it to the picture," she said.
I did it and nothing happened. "It's still not working," I said.
"No, you need to drag it to the smaller picture," I said.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I said.
I did that and started typing my title. Then I decided I didn't like that style. I wanted to change it. I clicked on the other one and dragged it to the title. But then there were two of them, and I didn't want the old one. I tried to deleate the old one, and nothing happened.

"Jenn, how do you deleate this?" I asked.
"Click on it so that it turns yellow like the picture and press deleate," I said.
"Oh, alright," I said.

I deleated it. But then I realized that my white font didn't show against the white background.
"How do I change the color?" I asked.
"Click on the edit font* button" she said.
I clicked on it and changed the color. And then the bell rang.
"How do I save this?" I asked.
"You don't. It'll just be up when you come back to that computer tomorrow. Just x out," she said.
"Are you sure?" I asked. I needed to save all the work I had done that day.
"Yes," she said.
"Okay," I said and boldly did it.
Then we left.

 That's the end of the story.

*I don't know if that was it's actual name. Just if you were using this as directions or anything. But I suggest you don't.

Pictures

I had the perfect thing to blog about, but I forgot it. And I think it was a good one too. Oh well. Maybe I'll just show you random pictures.

It won't let me add any more pictures.

Oh, here we go. Isn't it cute?

I didn't take this picture. But it looks awesome.

I didn't take this one either. But I have ones like it at home from the Grand Canyon.

I think this is a mountain. It looks pretty cool.

As you can see, I'm in a black and white mood.

Woah...

Very green.

More green.

Finally, a purple one.

More purple.

Okay, that's the last one.

A fairy tail, by me.

Once upon a time, there was a dictator of Poland and his wife. They had names, but they’re not important. The wife was pregnant. One day, while they were out giving a speech to a bunch of reporters, the wife cried out “My water broke! The baby is coming!” They rushed to the nearest hospital, which wasn’t a very nice looking hospital, but it would have to do, because the baby was about to be born. Once the wife got into the hospital, the baby was born without any problem. It was a baby girl named Cierń
All of the Cierń’s aunts brought gifts for her. The first aunt brought her a bow. The second aunt brought baby clothes. Just as the third aunt was about to give her gift, the door burst open and the mean aunt walked in. “How could you not invite me to see my new niece! I have a present for her too! When she turns sixteen, I will give her an overdose in sleeping pills and she’ll die! And it’s all your fault for not letting me come!”
All the people in the room gasped. “Get her!” the dictator told his bodyguards, but she ran out of the room and got in her car before the body guards could get her.
“I haven’t given my gift yet,” the last aunt said, “I’ll give her a smaller dose of sleeping pills. She won’t die, but she’ll be asleep for a long time until a boy comes and kisses her.”
The dictator was very upset. But he came up with an idea to ban all sleeping pills from his country. This didn’t make the people of his country very happy with him, but hey, he was the dictator, he could do whatever he wanted. If you were caught with the sleeping pills, you could have a life sentence or even be executed. He also made a bunch of his people try to find the mean aunt. If anyone was found working with her, they would be given a death sentence. But the mean aunt had fled to Switzerland to wait for sixteen years. She wasn’t a stupid aunt and knew that her brother-in-law would be looking for her.
Finally, on the Cierń’s sixteenth birthday, she went to her party in her mansion. After a bunch of partying, she felt pretty tired. When she opened her door, there was an old lady sitting on her bed, petting a cat.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m your aunt,” the mean aunt said.
“Then whey don’t I know you?” she asked.

“Because your daddy doesn’t like me and never let me see you. He can be horrible sometimes,” she said.
“Yeah, I know. He’s crazy protective with me. All my friends have 1 o’clock curfews, and mine is at ten! That’s crazy,” she said.
“Oh, yes. That father of yours is a bit nuts. It’s as if he doesn’t understand what it was like to be your age,” her aunt said.
“I know!” Cierń said.
“Well, I’m sorry if I was disturbing you. I just wanted to see you on your sixteenth birthday. I’ll be leaving you now,” the aunt said. She put the sleeping pills on Cierń’s nightstand.
Cierń, being exhausted, climbed into bed. She closed her eyes and waited until she could fall asleep. But after waiting a long time, she couldn’t fall asleep. She opened her eyes, and saw the pills on her nightstand. I wonder what those are she thought. She opened the bottle, and the pills fell out. She smelled one, wondering what it was. It smelled sweet. She popped it in her mouth, thinking it was a candy. This is good! she thought. She ate the rest of them. She quickly fell into a very deep sleep.
The third aunt came up to Cierń’s room, wondering where she was. She saw that Cierń was asleep and saw the empty bottle of pills next to her. She realized that Cierńhad been drugged. She pulled out her own sleeping pills and made everyone else in the house fall asleep too. Then she took out the rest of the
sleeping pills that she had been hoarding ever since the day that Cierń was born. She somehow managed to give all of her pills to everyone in the country.
After a few months of everyone being asleep in Poland, people around the world began to wonder what was going on. The dictator wasn’t
showing up for press conferences. No in Poland was showing up for anything. One day, a young boy from Germany named Hans went into
Poland to see what was happening in there. The third aunt, who was still awake, pointed Hans in the direction of the mansion. She told him that he had to go to the mountain and kiss the dictator’s daughter.
The mean aunt, knowing that the boy was coming, planted a bunch of thorns in front of the mansion so he couldn’t get in. When Hans saw all the thorns in front of the castle, he decided to try to go in and see if he could get in. He took out his switchblade and cut all the thorns in his path. The mean aunt saw this, and poured poison that only would kill humans in the cat’s tongue. She positioned the cat in front of the mansion to keep Hans from getting in.
Hans finally got to the front entrance. When he saw the cat, he pet it, and tried to push it out of the way so he could get inside. The cat licked Hans’s face and then stood in the way, not letting him in. “Yuck!” he said. He tried to push the cat out of the way again, but then the cat scratched him. Hans had anger problems, and the cat scratching him and licking him was making him mad. He stabbed the cat with his knife, and moved on.
When he got inside, he saw all the people downstairs that were asleep. He decided to go upstairs, where there were less people, and maybe he could take something. He opened Cierń’s door, and walked into the room. He had seen the dictator’s daughter on TV before, so he knew what she looked like. He went to her and kissed her. After waiting for about a minute, she started coughing. Then, she stopped coughing. He saw that she was no longer breathing and started to go blue. He felt her growing colder.
He checked her pulse, but there wasn’t any. He started to panic. The dictator would kill him for killing his daughter. He started to try to figure out a place to hide her. He threw her in the closet.
He licked his lips, feeling that they were chapped. Suddenly, he started coughing and couldn’t stop. He couldn’t breathe either. That’s just what happened to Cierń he thought and slowly sunk to the floor and died.
The end.Later that day, once the doctors allowed it, they invited all of the wife’s sisters to the hospital to see Cierń, except for one of them, who they didn’t want the baby to see because she was an mean, old lady who spent too much time with her cats. The other sister found out, and pet her cat saying, “They’ll be sorry they didn’t invite me to see that baby. I’ll show them!”

THE CONCERT OF DOOM!

*cue scary music*

Oh, hey, I was supposed to write this. What happened? Oh well. We had our concert a few days ago. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't amazing either. And I didn't faint! But I didn't expect to, since I'm not in Chorus this year. And while I was watching the Chorus with three of my other friends, we made shadow pupets. It was funny. So yeah. Oh, and for anyone who doesn't know, I was in the Orchesta part of the concert. And there was a lot of Nutcracker songs. But there needed to be more, because I like the Nutcracker.

Oh, hey, I just realized, you're getting three blogposts on one day. That's a record.

Hey! I just figured out a good topic for a blog post!

But I'm not deleating my other one, because that would be a waste of time. And I don't want to leave this topic until tomorrow. So you're getting two, that's right, TWO blogposts on the same day. For the price of one! Don't I sound like an infomercial?

Anyways, my blog post shall be about Secret Santas! So here you go.

Secret Santas

Secret Santas are a lot of fun. I would know, I've done it a lot. And this year, I'm in three different ones. Confusing? You got it. But I also get notes and things from three different people. That's pretty awesome for me. Am I going to tell you who I have? Of course not, some people who read this blog are in it. Nice try.

And for those of you who don't know what a Secret Santa is, I shall explain. (I'm assuming there are some of you who don't know what it is. There might not be, but oh well.) You pick names out of a hat, or in my Secret Santa experiences, a lunchbox. You put everyone who wants to do on pieces of paper and put it in  the hat and then you pick them. You have to have the names first, otherwize you'll just be picking air out of that hat. And that would be a pretty bad Secret Santa person. Once you get the paper you write them notes, anonymous ones, and they try to figure out who is their Secret Santa (or don't. But most people do.) You try not to tell anyone while you're doing the Secret Santa, because that ruins the fun in them. And then you sometimes give them candy. How you get the notes and stuff to them is up to you, but you usually don't directly give it to them. And then you get stuff from your own Secret Santa. And eventually, at the end, you tell who you had. Well, usually. It's not required.

Sorry for such a bad explanation. But yeah. It's fun.

Itunes!

Did you know that on itunes you can now listen to a minute and a half of a song! No, this isn't an advertisement for them, but I just realized that, and when I realize new things I usually feel the need to share it to someone. Yeah...

So, anyways, it's raining. Which means it's dark. And the Christmas Tree lights are on for some reason. Man, I'm bored. Maybe I'll draw something for you.

It's a giraffe!

The Product of Boredom

Do you like my piano picture? I made it in Science class

Sunday and why I don't like big dinners

Why yes, it happens to be Sunday here in America on this day. And I was very busy this particular Sunday.

I got my Christmas tree. And apparently, everyone else in the world was also buying their Christmas tree at Home Depot too. One of my friends, who I don't feel like naming, was there with her family. And my math teacher was there. That was kind of awkward. Whenever you see a teacher out of school is a bit awkward.

And I had my piano recital today. I didn't do badly, but I didn't do very well either. And the last person to go did amazingly. It was just awesome. And I really need to play the song he played now, just to prove that I can do it better.

And then my grandparents, both sets, came and had dinner with us. I don't really like big dinners. I never really have, especially with my grandparents for many reasons.

Reason 1: Waiting.

I prefer eating whatever is in front of me as quickly as possible then going back to what I was doing previously. But with big dinners, you have to sit at the table until everyone finishes. And most people don't eat as quickly as I do for some reason. They think it's fun to sit and talk while they eat, which is crazy if you ask me. You're forced to sit at the table for possibly hours on end.

Reason 2: They try to talk to you.

I'm not always a very social person. I often prefer listening over talking. And most of the time with your grandparents, you can listen, or pretend to listen and just zone out, to them talking about their childhood or when your parents were kids and stuff like that. But sometimes they'll ask you questions. Not just 'active listening' questions, where you can just say yes or no, or nod your head, but something like "What have you been doing lately?" or "How many words do you have yet [from NaNo]?". If you just nod your head, they'll be pretty confused. You actually have to come out of your zoning out and think and then answer the questions. And many times they'll ask you at the most awkward times, like when you just shoved a ton of mashed potatoes in your mouth. You're forced to either talk with your mouth full, or make them wait until you swallow, which depending on how much you took, could take a very long time.

Reason 3: They try to make jokes.

Personally, I think jokes are pretty funny sometimes. But jokes that your grandparents tell? No. Of course not. They're usually really corny, have some sort of reference to something from 20 years ago, or totally confusing. So you're forced to give a fake laugh. Or smile. Or they're making fun of someone at the table. Most of the time with your grandparents, unless you're really close to them, it is not fun when they make fun of someone at the table. It's even worse when it's you. They try to make it funny, but it's really not. It can be like that with other people too.

Reason 4: They're forgetful.

Yes, Alzheimer's. It's a horrible disease. In the beginning, you just start becoming forgetful. I personally know what that's like. I sometimes find myself somewhere not knowing how I got there or what happened before. It's pretty much terrifying. And I forget stuff too and ask the same thing twice on occasion. But when your grandmother asks you 4 times in a row what grade your in, realizes that your sister isn't playing in the recital 5 times, and discovers that her jacket is navy blue and doesn't match her black pants (The jacket was actually black. She's probably colorblind too.) and that she's not wearing any lipstick 6 times, I think that is a little much. I wish I had been exagerating right there, but I wasn't.


So that is why I do not like big dinners with my grandparents.

Random Stuff that came out of my brain.

I’m writing this write now, here, in Language Arts. Is that weird? I don’t think so. I finally got my word count for my project under 450 words like it’s supposed to be. It was hard. I like more words. Words! So I finished, and I’m bored and don’t know what to do now. So I’m typing this for you! Of course, it will be posted later, since I don’t feel like going on my blog right now. I’m writing this on a mini laptop. They’re so cute! It’s an HP mini. It’s smaller than my writing notebook! Isn’t that weird? I think it is. Now I’m just kind of rambling on about nothing. But that’s okay. Bye.

Do you like my cartoon?

Do you? Can you even read it? Can you even see it? It's about my (probably yours too) school. And how we have to walk up a billion steps. It's my editorial cartoon for Social Studies.