Snot Rags

Good ol' Ghandi said, "You must be the change you want to see in the world," or someting like that. I think you should analyze this and put it to everyday use, meaning compare it to your own life. That is your homework for me. Go!

Hah! 11! There you go, Abby. And not only did you go to sleep early, you slept late. I am amazed, I must say. I'm glad you enjoyed spending time with your grandmother. And I am overjoyed that she thinks I am sweet, despite your goal to make her believe otherwise. Can you not just let me be loved by someone? It is nice to be appreciated.

Happy one month anniversary to you, too. Ah, the blog. What was life like two months ago? Forty-two is kind of a cool number.

Today, I went to the library, expecting to only be there for about an hour. She told me that I would only have to make one or two pages of calls. Nope. She expected me to make two hundred and fifty calls. I only got through 150 of these before the library closed. Still, that is a lot of calls to make in that high pitched, "Hi, this is Audrey from Brownsburg Public Library," voice. Argh. I got hung up on more that once as well.

A surprise! I used to love surprises until my father started to use the term too loosely. Like, he would tell me that he had a surprise to bring home and it would end up being apples. Not that apples aren't good, but I was always expecting something more. That is the thing with surprised--I always seem to think it is going to be something far greater than what it usually is. I have lowered my standards for surprises, however, so I am sure yours will be just wonderful.

That was a LOT of question marks to use in only one paragraph. You are very confused, obviously. Aren't we all? I mean, we're never going to know all the answers, so we should just appreciate the fun in not knowing. Maybe we aren't given the answers so that we can figure out our own views of what is right and what is wrong, therefore defining ourselves. And then when we make a decision, we have thought it out so thoroughly that we are surer than if we were just handed the answers.

Ha, I like your shout out to Kanye. Poor guy.

Ahh! Hightlighter orange? I also appreciate your using of the term "pompadaur". That made me laugh for quite some time. I will never become the girl with the purple streak. That is you and will always be you, even if your hair is hightlighter orange. Plus, I have never been a big fan of purple, as it is Brownsburg's color, so I have gotten kind of sick of it. I am thinking more blue. Or green. Hmm...maybe highlighter yellow?

You'll get a scholarship, as long as you keep working. Though nothing is guaranteed. I always worry way too much about scholarships. I hope Mrs. Mcneal pulls through for us.

I don't think your hopes for this tree decorating should be this high, really. I am afraid that you will be harshly let down, and that would be too sad for me to handle. So go into thinking that it will be the dumbest experience ever. You can even say, "I can't believe I'm missing a party for this." Then, maybe, you will be amazed. But only then, sadly. Though I do love Christmas decorating.

Don't say you are going to clean your room because it makes me think that I should, and I hate cleaning with a passion. Really.

Loyal is such a strange word. Aren't you the one who doesn't believe in long-lasting friendship? And you are calling yourself loyal? I hope that doesn't seem mean. I really did not want it to. And I am not even in any hating of Abby mood. Really, it was not supposed to be negative, though it sounds that way. But what is loyalty? It is a word to describe dogs, not you, Abby. As much as I love dogs and believe in some level of equality between us and "animals", they are loyal because we guard them from being independent. You have the ability to be independent and have confidence on your own. Don't be such a dog.

Don't tell me it doesn't get better! I would like to believe it does.

I told you my sister's guppy died, but she didn't see it until yesterday. Though I was not there, I have been informed that its flushing included cinnamon, chocolate syrup, and Mountain Dew. She seriously put these items into the toilet with it. Isn't that genius? When I am cremated, I would like chocolate in my urn as well, though probably not syrup. That would make my ashes all sticky. These are strange thoughts...

I don't know. I am probably just as lost as you are. Maybe we are lost in different parts of the woods, so that we hold wisdom to the other's problems. I think everyone is like that. If you have a problem, someone out there has conquered it and is in search for the answers that you hold. That is why everyone should help each other out.

My favorites so far include (though this may be wrong because I apparently messed up on the labelings of these songs) "Oceans", "Young Folks", "Peach Plum Pear", "My Moon My Man", and "Penny on the Train Track". Though I have just begun.

Good-night Abby.