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If you fall, I will catch you...TIME AFTER TIME

Really? 9534 times? That is quite a large number to check for you math grade. Why don't you email Hobbs? Why was it so hard for me to type "Hobbs"? I put "Hoobs" (which made me giggle...yes, giggle) and "Hobss" but could not bring myself to type "Hobbs".

I hope she isn't stalked now for having her name on the internet. Sorry, Miss Hobbs.

Yes, A Knight's Tale starts out with "We Will Rock You". I am impressed.
You know the movie Homeward Bound with the dogs and the cat? In one part, Chance sticks his head out the car window and says, "Ba-da, Bat-Dog!" It really is one of the greatest movie lines ever. My sister and I used to rewind that over and over again.

I have seen your sister, but I have never spoken with her. That sounds a bit creepy. I don't think you have met mine. You would like her. I do. She read our blog again without me even telling her to! That is impressive. If you happen to be reading this, Rachel, I am sorry for ending that last sentence with a preposition. It will never happen again.

Today is my dog Ben's death day. My dad decided to come in and remind me of that sad little fact, but I was already thinking about it all of English class. Good old Ben. He was a good dog. It is nice of you to finally show some concern for your dog.

People do a LOT of things without realizing it. Or they realize it too late. Either one.

Guess what? I was watching a documentary about the Who and they said something about a sheet metal factory. I was completely shocked, and then I just started laughing. It is a good thing I was not around anyone. They may have found me a bit odd...

My mother has not said anything about the book thing. Maybe she decided to ignore it. The poor woman doesn't need that stress in her life.

I had chili for dinner. It was quite amazing. As of right now I am drinking hot chocolate and mentally preparing myself for Latin homework. I just bought an amazing David Bowie song on iTunes. I feel like dancing.

Blog buddies would be nice. Where are you, Kimber?