I'm coming out of the closet: I LOVE breakfast cereal!!!!

So. Finally my brother is ASLEEP! Today was pretty good. Jack and Susan were here alll morning in the bathroom. Doing the plumbing to my parents' sink. Now their bathroom is officially complete! I'd be a lot more excited if my room was ready... But this means that my parents will finally leave my bathroom alone! They will be gone! Wahoo! So then my brother and sister and I all sat down and ate cereal. Which is basically my favorite thing ever. I'd list one of my hobbies as eating cereal. My top favorites are: Frootloops (ultimate fav.), Frosted Flakes, Cap'n Crunch, and Rice Krispies. I'm not too fond of Lucky Charms. Coco Puffs are all right, I suppose. Ha. My sister picked just the right science experiment. She, like me, though not quite as much as me, loves cereal. So she chose to get a bunch of different kinds of cereal, grind it up, run a magnet through it, and see how much iron is actually in it. It's amazing.. it actually works. You can see actual iron filings in the cereal. You are actually EATING that. Crazy. My favorites actually don't have that much. Frosted Mini Wheats has a lot, I think. Anyway.. this morning I was demonstrating my love for Frosted Flakes, and my sister wanted to take a picture. I said "what the heck." So here we are:



Lovely, isn't it? So then we watched the Lion King. Then I made spaghetti, which was pretty much amazing, not to toot my own horn. Ah. Then we ate Chip n' Mint icecream. Ran around some... then I was doing the dishes when a friend came over to give my sister socks, my brother gloves, and me some juggling balls. I was sick and tired of letting complete strangers into my house while not letting my friends in at all, so I showed her the house. That was pretty much my day. Now I'm listening to Pandora and blogging instead of practicing piano, which I realllly should do, considering I never do. I did... the day before yesterday and the day before that. But before that, who knows. I like it, but I don't feel like playing Christmas music, or some unappetizing Mozart song, or boring scales. And that is basically all I have. Huh. Soo.. stall... stall... I suppose I don't HAVE to. That's what I always figure. Uh oh. I hear a noise that sounds suspiciously like a 2 year old yelling to get out of his crib. Maybe it's just the wind. One more pic to inspire/ convince me to practice:

Happiness is being barefoot on a soft, new rug.

Arg. Frustration.

Sometimes I realllly wish this blog was anonymous. If it were, I would surely feel much more freedom to actually write what's on my mind. I include a lot to this journal, but it is not a true journal in that I cannot have free reign and type whatever. It's starting to bug me more and more; I just wish I could write anonymously.
New subject. Kind of. I've been thinking, and mysterious people are much more interesting; people like them more. Now, this seems rather "duh," but I mean really. People who do not reveal much about themselves are better off in a lot of ways. They are much more intriguing.
Prime example: My math teacher started off the very first class talking allll about ... herself. She has a website. And it tells a lot. Blatantly. She states her husband's name. She states the fact that she has cats. She sates her cats' names. She tells, if I remember correctly, the church she goes to. She is just a bland person. My English teacher started off the very first class... smiling. And explaining rules. And enthusiastically explaining to the class what we would be doing throughout the year. She has never talked about herself. At all. I look up to that; I sometimes wish I would not be so self-centered. That is the problem. People focusing on themselves and their own needs, instead of focusing on others. Anyway, this lady does not talk about herself. And that's what makes her so interesting. Why does she not talk about herself? Is she merely a nice woman? Why in the world did she move 2000 miles away to the desert from her green state of Virginia? She just provokes all these questions. Her secretiveness is what captivates, makes me want to find out the mystery. I have always enjoyed mysteries. When I was in 2nd and 3rd grade, I was quite obsessed with mysteries. I read every single Nancy Drew book twice over... at least. Hm. Again, hm...
Well, there will always be mysteries. Some huge mysteries. That people will never know. Shouldn't say never. I just don't know. I don't know a LOT.
Like when mom's coming home. Crap. I should probobly pick up this dump.

Clean house = my mother is very happy and very nice.

Messy house = my mother is not happy.

That's how it works around here. Don't ask.. I just live here. Wait. Status update on my sleeping environment: Still in front room. Sigh. I wonder if I will ever get to move back into my room. Here's my current sleeping situation:

In the year 2007 I resolve to: Fly a kite. Get your resolution here.

Just for the record, I'm just wasting time on the internet. I really think new year's resolutions are stupid. I mean, honestly.

Tealin Raintree

I was just looking over a really cool blog thing, by an exceptional drawer/animator, Tealin Raintree. Take a look at just some of her work here:

http://www.nocturnalsoldier.org/Tealin/artindex.html

And from there, you can get to her blog.

Icicles!

Time time time

Kristen, Danny, and I are chillin' at home. It's just us for the rest of the week; mom and dad go back to work. Dan's watching the Backyardigans, Kristen's drawing, and I should be. I am still not in my room. I'll be in the front room for at least a few more days, but it doesn't matter. It's not really that bad. I'm just looking forward to the time when everything will be... settled. Well, good news: my neighbors are now home, and so are Janey's owners. It's kind of interesting. In Janey's house, there are family pictures everywhere. The dad looks remarkably like yilk, the mother is a large Mexican woman, and the baby looks pretty normal. On a different subject, I wonder if Nellie's owners are going to ever pay me. Hm. Well, whatever. It's interesting that I really want to go back to school. I mean, it's nice having a break, but it gives way too much time, and I am horrible with time-management. For example, I got up this morning, took a shower, got dressed, and got sucked into the TV for over an hour. I might have still been there, had my sister not come in carrying my brother. I don't consider myself a TV kind of person, but sometimes a weird thing comes over me, where I can't escape the TV. Anyway, managing my time is not one of my strengths. Also, this... abundance of time gives people time to let their mind wander. Now, thinking is not a bad thing, but dwelling on one thing is not good for a person. Kind of like the song Stuck in a Moment, by U2. Anyway, I am realizing that, it being a new year and all, I would really like some closure, at least as far as a certain subject. Other subjects I am completely uninterested in; some people I just don't want to deal with right now. But as far as this certain subject, I realize that it is completely unresolved, which is kind of affecting a slightly different subject. All of this is most likely just garbled-up nonsense to the reader, but I would just appreciate closure. Some things can just go loose, up in the air, let's-forget-about-it-and-move-on. But, as I look at a picture here on my messy desk, I don't think this is really one of them. But just to clarify things, this isn't critical. I mean, it's not the most important thing ever, but I see no reason why I need to be afraid of asking questions to find out answers. I realize that, in general, I really don't know a lot. And if I want to know something, I can just ask. I mean, really. Where's the harm in that? If I want something, I need to DO something to make it happen. No one got anywhere by being sedentary. So, I'm getting up.

You learn something new everyday

Well, today I learned two new things. One: Dick Van Dyke is still alive. I had no idea; I presumed him to be long dead for some reason. Two: Spider Man 3 is coming out May 4th. Yeah. I went to the movies with my sister today. We saw A Night at the Museum, on a whim. We were going to see a different movie, but changed our minds. I don't know what's wrong with me today. I keep biting my nail. Yes, nail. Singular. I keep mechanically biting one nail. Well, anyway, happy new year for real. I don't know what was up with the clock on blogger. When I posted the happy new year post, it was exactly 12 on my watch, as well as on my computer. *shrugs*