Don't you wish your little boy was cute as mine?

I stole the whole titling blogs after whatever song we are listening from you. This line just made me laugh, however.

I don't know how people would react if I gave them hugs like that. You could probably get away with it, though, because that is who you are. Isn't it weird how people are associated with things? Like, it could be normal for one person to say something, but if someone else said the exact same thing in the exact same circumstance, it wouldn't make any sense?

Everyone loves me, Abby. It is just something you will have to get used to.

That is such a weird sequence. It is especially strange that the numbers are in numeric order and are all multiples of nine except for one seven, though no nine times seven. They are all even except for twenty-seven. If you add the numbers of each, you would have the sequence 9-9-9-6. If you multiply them, you would have 8-14-18-8. If you multiply all of them you would end up with a final number of 734,832, which, if you add all of the digits up, comes to 27. If you add all of them together you would have 123, which further adds to six. It also multiplies to six. That was way too much fun. I probably shouldn't have enjoyed that.

Tomorrow, I have been instructed, is going to be the start of Game Wednesdays in homeroom. I am bringing Disney Trivial Pursuit. It should be joyous.

I actually hope my biography is published as well. I am curious as to how my grandparents will react. Or my mom. That could be interesting.

My awkward phone calls at the library are too numerous to count, truly. It was horrifying. I don't think I can ever return. "Hi this is Audrey and Brownsburg Public Library. We would like to invite you to a SURPRISE Open House..." AHH!!!

No, that gift definitely exceeded all standards previously established. Though I am sick of replying, "Thanks, it's Abby's" to EVERYthing.

I really hope it is an age thing. I hope that one day I will create my own well-thought-out opinions and be able to make constructive decisions. One day...

Your hair cut is not that bad. I hardly noticed today, but that could be because I was paying more attention to the grease bucket poured onto your head. That wasn't that bad either. I sincerely hope you aren't one of those people who doesn't want to tell me that my jokes are actually quite offensive. I would stop. Probably. You know I am kidding, I think.

I say we dye our hair without telling a single soul. I have always wanted to do that. I am honestly thinking about doing so anyday now. Complimentary colors? Like red and green? Oh, no...

You are not dumb, and never, ever say so ever again. B's are not bad. A lot of people would kill for B's. This time, however, you are going to get A's. It is just going to happen.

At least you are occupied with something worth your time. You aren't at home, say, peeling a ton of potatoes to not even eat. I'm not sure where that example came from.

You will become accustomed to the change, though I will openly admit I am not such a big fan of it. Independence versus confidence...hmmm...

Throwing you out into the ocean is an interesing idea. I don't even know, quite honestly; I haven't thought too much about it, I don't think. Wouldn't it be so crazy if eventually, everyone knew the day before they were going to die? Like, everbody would be calling each other and saying, "Well, it's my last day on earth...you wanna go see that new Keira Knightley film while I still have a chance?" Crazy!

It is weird to think that we are all insanely connected. Really. Someone in Russia could have the answers to all of my questions, and they think that it is so obvious that there is no need to share. They have no idea that some freak in the U.S. is thinking about them. I need to go to Russia.