Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang

I loved that movie. I went through a Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang phase where that was all I would rent from the movie store.

I hate when you're listening to a really good song and it ends, and then there is silence afterwards. It drives me crazy.

Do you have any idea how pumped I am for Homeroom? My mom asked if I wanted to skip school because of this FREAKY cold and because my sister will be home, and I said, "Maybe," but then about three seconds later I was all, "NO WAY! That would be skipping out on homeroom, and I so can't do that!" She gave me a funny look. As always.

I feel like I should do the history paper, but I don't exactly feel like writing four pages. I should do it. No. Yes. Ag.

I say no list for tonight because we will be busy enough with our reasons for love (that is what I have titled it).

Only about four hours until my sister gets home!

There have to be so many alternate universes. Do you ever think that C.S. Lewis really went to Narnia, and we are all stupid mortals that will never figure out how to get there? And that J.K. Rowling is actually a witch? That would be so interesting. I want to live in magical universe. I really do believe in magic (not the freaky wiccan stuff), I think. My imagination is a little off. Can imaginations be "off"? I say no. I take back my past comment.

The heat from the light makes the lamp hot. I didn't think this was such a difficult concept to understand.

You should not be upset about the graph. Sure, you somehow got the number fourteen in there somewhere. That is unimportant.

Woah. Do you ever start thinking, "I am me"? Like, woah. It always freaks me out when I think that I am me and no one else. I don't know. It is crazy. Sometimes I just think about it without meaning to and my mind soars. Isn't it weird that we are real and not just the stories in someone's mind? We are real, but the characters in books aren't. How is that chosen? What decides that I should live as a human being but Anna Karenina should just be the main character in a novel?

My house was built in the early 2000's by an engineer and his realtor wife. They were probably about fifty. They had to move because the husband had an affair with some girl he met on the internet (Katie's room used to be the computer room...think about the history of that room) and they divorced. Janice (the woman) couldn't afford the house on her own, though she put a lot of thought into making it. It is quite sad, actually. She really liked the windows.

I think the greatest present would be a recording of a portion of your life. That would be so nice to have. I wonder what the person writing would find important in life. Would he/she find the same significance in events that I consider important? I started on one for Eileen once but became too stressed at my poorly organized writing skills. If someone were to write your life story, I am pretty sure there would be an entire chapter entitled "Audrey and the Blog".

YOu can't change everything you don't like. That is unrealistic and would result in no sort of progress. We can work on changing things. And just because we are sixteen doesn't mean we can't do anything to make changes. You should know that that is only an excuse, Abby.

Latin tudor vs. Nintendo. Hmmm...I think I've played video games twice, and look at me! I'm fine. Bad example...

I'm sorry that my stories weren't very good. I just remember that it was on Thanksgiving that I found my grandma's guns. That would have been a good one. I would love to talk to your grandma, but pepole never talk to others as they talk to you. Like, when you want someone to talk to this really funny person you know, and you've worked them up a bunch, and then they don't act the same as they usually do around you. Not that this has to do with your grandma. I'm sure I'll think she is just as awesome as you do. Hey, tomorrow's her birthday! Make sure to tell her that I remembered and that I wish her a lovely birthday. You also might want to tell her who I am so that she isn't worried when she receives birthday wishes from some strange girl that goes to your school.

I have to go make cherry pie.