day ten.

Today was a little different. In fear of saying something stupid, as it is 11:30 and it hasn't been the best day ever, short and sweet seems to be the best solution here.

I lounged. I babysat. I lounged. I Sonic-ed. I cried. I TV-ed. I blogged. I finished.

Tomorrow will be better, it's simply a process.

day nine.

I spent the day with Hannah, the girl who came up with the name for this blog! Golf clap, everyone. She was a tad annoyed that I've strayed from the original intent of the blog in only eight days. I haven't exactly been telling my tales of ONE specific activity and the like, I've been just describing the day in detail. But it's much easier and simpler, and GOSH DARN IT AMERICANS ENJOY SIMPLICITY, like McDonalds and Red Box and Wal-Mart.
Anyways, Hannah came over to swim. So we swam. After getting cold and hungry, it only seemed logical to drive 20 minutes to our neighborhood Coldstone Creamery. Of course, that required us to get dressed, and since Hannah's such a stickler for following blog rules, our new thing was dressing up ridiculously. From my recent jet-setting trip to Africa, we donned some wrap skirts, t-shirts, and a nice bun atop our heads, finishing our look like a cherry on a sundae. We deemed ourselves respectable and hopped in the van. SIDENOTE: It's a Honda Odyssey, so I named it Homer. Get it? No? Go back to 7th grade english, kid. Anyways, we arrived at Coldstone with only minimal curb bumpage and directional challenges. While munching on our delicacies, and frugally buying them with a gift card, something was wrong with the machine and Swaja or Sanjaya or Mr. Manager Man needed to be called out. He ended up buying our gift card from me and giving me the remaining balance on my card in cash. A win for the day!
We ventured outside, decided against sitting on the grass and chose the curb, and ate away. I finished with a fury, and realized I was still starving. Chik-Fil-A beckoned me, and I simply couldn't resist. My first drive-thru experience was what anyone would expect it to be: average. I ordered a medium fry, $1.75. I drove around, handed the guy my money before he even said hi, and eagerly awaited my fries. The exchange was made, first a thank you, then a my pleasure, and I much too excitedly chowed down.
Our drive home consisted of developing a theory of hipsters. It goes a little something like this. Hipsters are really easy to make fun of, and everyone does it, including hipsters. This is because if a hipster called himself a hipster, that would defy the whole purpose of him being a hipster, and he'd obviously be a poser. Assuming said hipster is a man. Thus, the way being a hipster works.
Hannah leaves for Haiti tomorrow to make tarp shelters and give out SillyBandz and the like. Send her your prayers!

day eight.

So I'll admit it, I made no decent attempt to try something new today. I apologize, but not profusely. I woke up, ate some cereal, lounged, showered, babysat, ran a few errands, and got a call from who else but Melissa, our little celebrity! Before I tell you why she called, you have to know something really important. I am in love with Chipotle. It's a restaurant a lot like Subway, just with burritos and tacos. I've been there every weekend for the past five weeks, and I have no intention of stopping soon. So, she called, telling me that her and her mom were going to Chipotle for lunch, and asked if I wanted to go along. I accepted with a thousand yeses and before I knew it, I was munching on a burrito the size of a small baby.
We then got in the car, boiling on the inside from our Mexican, and the outside from the easily 90 degree weather, and traveled to Kohl's. Melissa got some pajama shorts for her trip to Europe, and I tried on some ridiculous outfits. There were some pants that had a newspaper print complete with suspenders. I paired them with a discotheque-ish shirt, one shouldered, and crazily printed. I looked hot. Then, I tried on this corset/striped/buttoned mess of a shirt with some Native American (is that politically correct?) booty shorts. They had patches and feathers. It was a look.
Then we came home. We swam. It rained. We ran inside. My dad walked on the roof. Unrelatedly, which is not a word, he peeled his toenail back. He complains constantly and is googling a podiatrist. I ate a SpongeBob Push-Up Pop. It was good.

day seven.

ONE WEEK-AVERSARY! Celebration aside, today was pretty great. I woke up bright and early to see my sister off to West Virginia. I'm lonely for a week now. More time to blog?
On the way there, on the way home, on the way to church, on the way to lunch, AND on the way home from lunch, I found myself reading! I was given a short stack of books from Melissa, who's now a celebrity because of this blog. Two of the three are galleys, extreme reader jargon for a book that's not yet been released for sale, but is available for reviews. You can see a huge convention where tons of these galleys are given out on this VlogBrothers video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5M9-zU-Sx0k
Reading a book before it's hit makes you feel like an extreme insider. Even though it's from a friend who has a friend who gets the galleys. The book is by David Levithan and some other woman, and so far it's enticing. So enticing that I read it in the car, and have surprisingly gotten over my car sickness, which has plagued me my whole life long. Either that, or I'm just entranced by this "obvious teen fiction," a partial quote from this blog's own celebrity, Melissa.
I also made a checkerboard cake today. It got burnt and the icing was goopy. It was not one of my better moments. The day is now done, and it's time to go to bed.

day six.

Today will make up for the pathetic excuses I've been shooting out. I spent my Friday evening with my dearest bud, Melissa (SHOUT OUT!), venturing out to New Jersey to see The Taming of the Shrew. In lieu of the potential Jersey jokes I could too easily use here, I'll tell you how it went.
I was told to eat before I came, so I made a nice bagel, egg, and cheese sandwhich. We'll call it a cheggel, to borrow the name from another of my dearest friends. Melissa and parents picked me up, and we started on our GPS guided trip to New Jersey. Her father was occupied by a GameBoy, her mother was the expedition leader. We stopped in some quaint town for dinner. Why, you might ask? They had not eaten, and a logical solution was for me to have two dinners. So that's exactly what happened. A large piece of broccoli tried to alter the health benefits of my plate, but the chicken fingers and french fries overtook it by far. After a quick dinner, we continued to the theater, chock full of nerds. I could tell by the amount of glasses. Our seats, row D, were wonderful, and I couldn't have asked for better. The show was phenomenal! As one to not necessarily enjoy Shakespeare in text, a live show was definitely an easier way to understand what was going on. I'll admit, there were times when I found myself horridly befuddled by what was going on, and even considering the fact that it had to be another language, but the actors helped me focus. Steve Wilson, James Michael Reilly, Joel Rainwater and Victoria Mack are all actors to google and fawn over, and I don't feel like telling you how they each individually made my night. Overall, the production was wonderful and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Today, I made bread pudding with Melissa and a munchkin from North Carolina. We ate it. It was good. Then I went to a grad party and stuffed my face. The end.

day five.

UPDATE. Since I'm going to the Shakespeare play tonight, I'll post about it tomorrow. Therefore, this won't be a legitimate blog. Also, I decided to nix the idea of bringing the camera to the play.
In other exciting news, my paycheck for babysitting today was $40, for 6 and a half hours of painstaking child-watching. Anyways, I'm leaving in 2 minutes, so you'll hear from me tomorrow.

day four.

Today, I made a book. Not a real book, not a long book, not even a completed book. Just a cleverly folded piece of paper with some colored pencil scribbles inside. My dearest friend, who is currently traveling Europe with her touring choir at school, sent me a postcard, asking for a little journal. But before I can tell you about the journal, we have to go back a bit.
See, there was this show on TV last summer, a reality show that no one watched except for us, and we fell in LOVE with one of the contestants. We loved him so much, that I had him come to her 16th birthday party as a surprise. Long story short, we didn't really stay friends with him, so now we just stalk him on Facebook. Her request for the journal? A collection of his Facebook statuses while she's away. Creepy? Yes. Funny? For sure. But altogether, a harmless action.
And this was another lame blog post. Tomorrow I'm going to see some Shakespeare play with Melissa, and I think I'm taking the camera. So expect something much more exciting tomorrow.

For my nonexistent readers, if you'd like to make YOUR OWN magic book, here's the link.
http://familyfun.go.com/crafts/magic-book-892804/