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I'm tired.

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. . . . . . . . . . . . *sniffle*sniff*yaaawn*SNAAAGH*SNORE!* . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . .gnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. . . *drip* *drrip* *drrrrip* ... .. ... .. ... .... .. ... .... *plop* *snooooore!* *sssssnnnogh* *ssssnnnogh* *plop* *plop* ............ gnaaaaaaahhh*. . . *sniffle*... gasp! *choke* choke* . . . I'm up! I'm up! Who?! What!? Where?! HUH?!?! ... ... .. .. .... oh.. ... .. ...sorry I fell aslee- wait a sec is that...ewww! I guess I was slobbering drool on the computer.

The Well

I'm tired but I feel like posting. Spencer and I got in a big fight yesterday and he threw a mini pumpkin(the kind the size of a small fist) at me. I actually didn't kick or hit him and didn't even want to. It's a long story. Best not to tell you. Anyway to get the anger out of my system I took a bike ride to the flowing well. Really what I was feeling was more of a spew of my emotions coming out in anger and sadness. So I put my bike up and walked inside to my favorite place in there. It's a little area that isn't really far in but still takes a while to get to. I walked there with Sasha awhile after I found out about my dad. It just makes me feel better to let it out there because it's so peacful. So I hopped across the rocks in the creek to my little spot on the bench and let out my tears. If you were facing me from the other side of the bank you would see the the thin little brook/creek that goes around the entire park and across it are some stepping stones, to get to the other side with out getting wet, then you'd see two logs and a big slab of flat rock to step on on the other bank, which is usually quite muddy, and then you'd see the park path which, in the case that your on the bank opposite it which is what I've described you would see a small wooden bench directly across from you. I believe it is a very pretty place. Someday I'll show you guys where it is maybe we could all make some cult that visits there once a month or something. On to the story. So there I was sitting on a bench in the middle of the park crying. It took awhile but after about 10 minutes I felt a lot better. I have been having many feelings about my dad recently and a lot of those came out with my crying. I think I wasn't crying about just Spencer but more everything causing me distress recently especially my dad. Anyway I'm happy and I think I'm feeling better than I did yesterday because of it.

You May Have Noticed...

I changed my blog name again because I felt the other one was a little to childish. I don't know why. My mind is a constantly changing place. Anyway I hope you guys like the new one better, because for me (I haven't a clue why) it is a relief. ...So on to a very important topic... All Hallow's Eve! YAY! I dressed up as a dog, along with Sasha as an aquarium, and Sheen in her kimono/yukata. It was pretty fun. I wore my winter coat inside out because it has brown fur lining and I wore brown cordarouy pants. My face was completely covered in brown face paint except for white around my nose and mouth and white above and black below my eyes. We trick or treated in Sheen's neighborhood so when Sasha and I went to Sheen's house when Sheen opened the door she got scared and screamed. We had a ton of fun. At one of the houses we went to, I looked over at the side window right next to the door and it was completely cracked into little pieces but still in place and there was a part of the window missing. So I say "Hey guys look there's a whole in the window" and I stick my hand in and it hits the inner window so I thought it was a decoration but as I pulled my hand out some of the pieces broke off. Then I looked over at the other side window and it was fine so I was all confused and Sasha said, "Oh my gosh Gemma someone probably threw something at their window!!!" The thing was that, you know how a window is made up of three parts the back glass the frame and then the front glass, well it was the entire front glass that was comepletely shattered! I couldn't believe that. So I'm off to eat some candy and finish homework so buh-bye.

I Miss My Dad

Yesterday night I had to go to my brother's band concert and Sunhee and Christina played the song "Ashokan Farewell" as a solo. They did a great job. My dad loved that song. It got stuck in my head, and at the time they played it, it wasn't really bothering me but I just looked it up to listen to on youtube and I started crying. I miss him so much. So many things remind me of him. Like today in the auction there was a clear frosted glass chess set that I would have tried so hard to get for him because it would the perfect thing for a Christmas present. You see all over the year I see and find things and find out what people might like and now, having seen that, if he were still alive, even if I hadn't gotten it at the auction, I would have tried really hard to find another one to get him because that is a good gift idea for him. Now it feels like there's the perfect thing to get someone but they aren't here to recieve it. Another time was that in Humanities we had to do a Criterion essay and it was about how we had gotten stranded on an island. In my story I was all alone on the island and well, it really triggered emotion. Inside of me, and I didn't want to show it, I was really sad. I guess it was mainly because well, if you've ever heard of the movie 'Cast Away' it's about a guy who gets stranded on and island alone for like two years. Anyway I had watched that with my mom dad and brother and it made me cry so hard. When I was writing that essay it was in context of me the person stranded on an island reliving how I'd gotten there and how I was sad and all alone, I felt like I was reliving something that had actually happened to me while I was writing it. Thankfully at the end I had to rush to finnish so I was in a hurry and I could kind of forget how I felt. I'm so thankful to have you guys to let this stuff out to. It makes me feel so much better to try to explain this and figure out what I'm feeling.

Call Me Gisabela

Hey guys! Today in Spanish class we chose Spanish names. I chose Gisabela(jiz-a-bela) because it starts with a G and I like it. I plan to spell it Gisabella most of the time instead of Gisabela. I super happy with it! I'd really just like to use it in Spanish though. I also got to have lunch with the principal and some others. I think everybody ends up getting to go it just goes in groups. We had pizza and coke and the entire time I kept having to burp with my mouth closed and kept getting a fizzy feeling in my nose. Well that's all for now. Ciao!

Quiztime

I have this quiz here for you to take I also emailed it around so you could reply to that, but you can also post your answers in a comment.

Favorites(name more than one its fine)
1. What is your favorite color?

2. What is your favorite animal?

3. What is your favorite book?

4. What is your favorite movie?

5. What is your favorite food?

School
1. What is your favorite subject?

2. Who is your favorite teacher(of all time)?

3. What is your favorite school lunch?

4. Who was your first teacher?

5. What is/was your favorite game at recess?

Sports
1. What is your favourite sport?

2. Do you play any sports?

3. What is your favorite gym class game?(from elementary or middle school if you've started gym class)

4. What is you favorite sport to watch?

5. What are your favorite basebal, football, and basketball teams?

And Finally...

1. Have you ever played the harmonica before?

Origin Of Bananaphone

Bananaphone is the name of a children's album, released in 1994.The title track's lyrics describe the bananaphone, a combination of a banana and a telephone. The song uses many puns ("It's a phone with appeal!") and nonce words like "bananular" and "interactive-odular" as Raffi extols the virtues of his unique telephone.




You can download the full song at:


http://www.bananaphone.org/default.asp



Here's another fun little internet dingbat site:


http://www.webhamster.com/