It's Don't-Tell-Lily-Anything Day!

Or, you know, just don't tell her about her late start in school and let her get all ready for school, and afterward tell her school isn't for a few hours.

Yes, that is what happened to me on this lovely morning. I was woken up by a dream from my alarm. I wished to remember this dream, but my alarm clock didn't feel it was getting enough attention, so it beeped louder to make the dream go away. This worked very well. I got up and got dressed, going faster than usual in hopes that I would have more time to eat. I come downstairs, look for waffles that aren't there, and sit down at my breakfast chair and wonder what was going on. My mom then comes over to me and says, "What are you doing? There's a late start today." I then feel stupid, and sit down at the computer and write this blog post. And here we are!

The End.

:D?... :I?... :[?... :(?

Yeah, I haven't blogged in 12 days. Which wouldn't be so bad if I was extremely busy, but I had a five day weekend and a bunch of other days off and such. And stuff has happened that I could have blogged about. So, yeah, I fail.

And I have no excuses. Nada. And I still don't know what to blog about.
So, instead, I will give you this awesome video. Enjoy.

Oh, that's kind of small. If you want to watch a bigger version, go here. And check out her other videos. They're awesome.

Edit: It's not small, but go there anyways.

SNOW!!!

There's snow.
So. Much. Snow.

 I could swim in it! And there's no school! And, apparently there is snow on the ground in every state of America except for Hawaii. Yes, that means there's snow in Florida, and Texas, and other southern states. Woah. And if there's no school tomorrow too, that means a six day weekend! Yay! Keep snowing, clouds.

An interesting thing...

Well I was just looking up sites that are apparently related to this website, my blog, in some way. And I came across a website that was for decorating an apartment...
In Belarusian. Does anyone know what that is? It's a language. Basically, I played with my language settings until I could get to English. I'm not familiar with that language, so if anyone is do you mind telling me what it has to do with my blog? Because to me, it doesn't seem related in any way. *tries translating again*
Oh, wait, it's in Russian. My bad. Maybe Belarusian and Russian are the same thing. Or maybe it's something completely made up that Google Chrome decided to put on the language translator.
Anyways, this is my 50th post. Just thought you guys should know that.

Random Stuff.

I'm writing a blogpost for no reason right now. Maybe so I can avoid doing my homework for a little while longer. I don't feel like reading the Science section. Bleh!

So what shall I blog about? Maybe I'll blog about how these chocolate crisp things are amazing. They are, and I really need to stop eating them right now, otherwise my mom will notice that I've been eating them when I wasn't supposed to. They're Belgian chocolate with little crispy thingies. Mmmmmm. So addicting.

Yesterday I was walking on top of the snow, late at night, and I jumped down onto some ice, and slipped and fell onto the pavement. And now my left hand, right elbow, and right hip hurt a lot. It's annoying. Also, I feel the need to play piano, even though I have a lesson tonight. But no one is home right now, so I can't. 

Oh! I know what I need to do. I need to make a card for my friend's birthday that's tomorrow. And check my email. So much to do in so little time. Well, I should stop procrastinating and go now. Adios mis amigos.

School

It's back to school tomorrow. Is anyone insanely nervous about this? No? Just me? Okay then.

But I don't even know why, there's nothing to worry about. I blame my book. It is rather scary. Or, at least to me. Of course, it isn't as scary as the other book I was reading by the same author.

This is the one I'm reading

This is the second, far creepier one.

And since Sphere terrified me, I suggest people read a different one of his books, like Jurassic Park. Of course, I am just easily scared, especially by his suspense. Okay, this is starting to sound like an infomercial for his books, so I shall stop now.

Anyways, I'm nervous. Also, I have this odd urge to chop off a good chunk of my hair. But I'm not going to allow myself to do that, seeing as how it's really cold outside, and I'll freeze even more. Of course, I won't be as cold after taking a shower and not drying my hair... But it's too late tonight. Maybe next week.

You know what I need right now? An ice cube. They calm me down. And I am clearly not calm.

Oooh! I have an idea! I should scan my newly finished dot drawing for art class on my new scanner and show you it. I think I will. One moment please.

The scanner made it look cooler than it actualy looks. But I'm happy that I'm done with it. 

Happy 2011

So, yes, it is in fact 2011. My mind refuses to accept this fact, and it will probably be a few months more of me writing 2011 on things. But that is okay, because I will hopefully correct myself.

So what did I do on New Years Eve? Well, we had dinner and I played piano for my cousins who were sleeping over, and then we hung out for a little while. Around ten I went up to my room to read for a half hour. Then I got bored with my book and went downstairs. Once I got down there my cousin and I decided we wanted to play Apples to Apples and asked my uncle to play with us. We played that all the way to midnight. It got pretty funny after eleven, with us getting tired and our cards getting sillier with each round.

Eventually, it was ten minutes to midnight, and my dad woke up my sisters. We watched the ball drop on TV with no sound, because our cable box has issues. We could have watched it with sound in the other room, but we figured the sound wasn't really important, and we didn't feel like moving. We had sparkling cider, but I had one sip and almost spit it out. I really didn't like the sparkling part. But it was fun.

Happy New Year!

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.

Asdfhkl;ewoinvkl;sahgownlsdfj

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.