The end result is that my room is lovely and clean and adorable now, everything organized into labeled bins and perfectly sorted away. I've even a nice little heart shaped vase of beautiful wooden flowers beside my bed. Which makes me go like
What I desperately want now, and this is going to sound creepy but bear with me, is a styrofoam head. You see, I have this collection of pretty headbands, most of which are bows or flowers. I would love to get a styrofoam head, paint it all up, and be able to keep my headbands and sunglasses on it. Hopefully they have one at Michaels, so I can go purchase one.
...I'm pretty sure this is possibly one of the most boring blog posts ever. I'm sorry. And I'm not sure why I just wrote "purchase" instead of "buy" or "get." I guess having my grandmother in the house, (who, btdubs, I lent my copy of the Hunger Games to. Which I don't mind, but now she's gone and "lent" it to one of her "friends." Aka, she's given my book to some old lady who will probably never read it and spill old person coffee all over it. Thank you so much grandma. Thank you.) makes me talk like I was born in the seventeenth century.
Which, I'm sorry, but my amazing parents talk like they're stuck in a time capsule from the middle ages. I love them to pieces, and they're the best parents ever, and they do a crazy amount of stuff for me and my siblings. But, like alot of parents, they have Ancient-person syndrome. (Which, barring young death, I will probably have someday too.) And then when they try to talk like they live in the 21st century, it's just disturbing.
Of course I'm kind of a butt to them about it, too. For example:
Mom: Oh my goodness, I had that car! I think it was from '78 or '79.
Me: What, B.C.?
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Dad: When I was your age, I walked to school.
Me: And it was uphill both ways and you had to defend yourself from dinosaur attacks, yes yes.
('Cept I don't have to walk to school. Since I'm cool like that.)
And etc on the conversations.
...so I'm not actually sure where this post is going. It's kind of disjointed.
So anyhow, I love Sokka to pieces. Just to add another element of confusion to this post.
anjsdnfsdf well I should most likely being finishing up on some Geometry problems and be practicing piano. Fuuuuuuuuuunnn.
OH EM GEE I JUST REMEMBERED. THE NEXT RICK RIORDIAN KANE CHRONICLES BOOK IS COMING OUT TOMORROW. I SHALL HAVE TO MAKE MY PARENTS TAKE ME TO GO GET IT.
OO AND THEN AFTER THAT, THE NEXT CASSANDRA CLAIRE BOOK IS COMING OUT. Which I'm super excited about, don't get me wrong. But I would be even more excited if it were the third Infernal Devices book and not the 928490823th Mortal Instruments book, but whatevs. Still amazing.
And omg omg omg I'm freaking so freaking excited becauseeee come May I GET TO HAVE SOFTBALL GAMES. THAT'S RIGHT. SOFTBALL IS STARTING UP. And I might even have a mini 14U Nitros tournament with the 14U Thunder!! Woooooott. Excuse me while I hyperventilate for a moment.
But all in all, It's been a decent day. Hung out w/ some friendish people earlier, went to B&B, got some chai tea<3, and solved my friend's algebra problems ALLL IINN MY HEAD because I'm awesome like that. XD
Oo, I had Music Man all weekend and pitched the opening pitch for all of my town to start off the LL season. Anyhow, I really need to go do homework soo tootles, thank you for reading my post if you've managed to navigate the "OOH LOOK PRETTY SHINY DISTRACTIONS" this far, and here's a piece of love for you for being so amaziingg:
LAVA YOU IMAGINARY FOLLOWERS WHO, ACCORDING TO MY BLOG, COME MOSTLY FROM ASIA! THAANKS FOR READINNNN
yours faithfully,
Libby
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