The Scholarship Book (eleventh edition)

Crank it up, we have thrirty-five more posts to complete this month to reach our goal for January. Get read-ay!

You were naked in front of your male old neighbor?
Abigail.
We don't do that.
Time to start wearing clothing.

Oh, Lordy, you and your sick stomach that comes at the worst possible times. Ribs? Tacos? Get sick when you don't have the rare joy of being presented with anything edible.

I may scream soon. Physics. What is this?

It is a mermaid color! Right on with your noun/adverb comparison! Crazy. Hello, Ariel, welcome to land. I hope you are happy here.

I had taco salad. It was good, but for some reason, saying that made me want to barf it all up. I need to run, but I'm so full that I'm sure it is physically possible. Ugh. Beef. Not so good. I need some water. I got to ride in Alison's car! It isn't the same without Rachel and Katie and warmth, though. I just want it to be Spring! It is killing me deep inside. I looked at the leafless trees and became so sad. Tell Emily that her "Agry Kitten" video is spreading. I showed my sister, who showed my dad, who showed some woman at work. Where is this going to spread? Insane.

Degrassi! I forgot for a couple of hours there. That will lift me from these gloomy spirits. At least I no longer have to worry about writing a concerto.

I love globes.
And old paperbacks.
And polka-dot cups.
And cowboy pants.
And ladders.
That's what I love.

Bold.. Italic. I hope this works.

How has your day BEEN so far? I don't know how long this will last. Maybe a while.

Done.

People should spend five minutes on constructing one sentence. Sentences are important. I wish I thought for a minute for each sentence that will come from my mouth. Instead, I say stupid things.

Add March New Year's to our list. We can have sparkling lemonaide? Do they make this? It sounds more spring-y than sparkling grape juice.

I just purchased a song entitled, "Jesus Christ" on iTunes. Hmmm...has Elizabeth influenced me so greatly that I am now buying gospel music?

You can't forget your past. Or, you can yourself, but somebody or something will ALWAYS be there to remind you. The whole escaping-your-past thing never, ever works in the books or the movies, which I'm not saying are always right, but I think they are. You have to cope with the crap you've done and make the best of it. You can remake yourself, but not what's around you. There's never total control.

You seriously have to listen to this Jesus song. It may be my new favorite, ever. I am bringing my iPod tomorrow to share.

Everything starts out "just being in your head", so I figure that the stuff that's all in your head could quite possibly be some of the most valuable information there is.

Woo-Hoo! Abby Braughton gets sentimental on me! Yesh! Aw, Abby, thank you for thinking so highly of me. You probably shouldn't, but thank you. I didn't know cuddly until I met you. This really is a good thing. I have become far less, er, uptight? (I don't know if this is the correct word) from knowing you. And you are a good person, despite what you may say.

Congratulations, Adamo, on your recent coming out. We are very excited for you.

Sorry about my father. He grabbed my phone without my noticing, and then I tried to get it back but received a glare in return. He really is a good guy. Just slightly frightening to those who do not share this sense of humor. He likes my new favorite song, though, which is always good. I am very excited to make you listen to this.

I love when guy's voices crack. This is the funniest thing ever. Why don't girls get to have cool voices when going through puberty? All we get are obnoxious aunts telling us about our "breast buds" and embarrassing talks with our mothers about periods. No fun in that. I love how people have different voices. How you can hear someone and be like, "That's so-and-so, obviously". It is the greatest, really. I don't know how you sound, but if I heard your voice, I would definitely know it was you. Hmm...is this like a mating call, possibly? I heard you from across the way, and immediately I knew in my heart you would stay (spontaneous tidbits that rhyme!).

I would greatly enjoy helping you with this project. This doesn't happen to be the one where you match people's voices with other's portraits, is it? Did you ever finish that one, because it sounded quite fascinating?

I hate waiting. Isn't it weird, how patience comes with time? You have to wait to be patient, and when you finally understand the concept of time, you don't need it as much. I don't know. It just seems kind of ironic.

I'm not sure I understand your diss (which I just figured out last year was short for "dismiss"). You know you could never be intentionally cruel to me, Abby. I have decided that, as unselfish you may claim me to be, I am extremely rude to people at times and have decided to try to be better. People do not laugh at these remarks, especially when you say them in your *CRAZY* music class with no one to listen to you.

Ah, Jesus song came on again, and my heart lifted a considerable amount.

I am so, so happy that Memaw likes me again. Really, that and the Jesus song, and I am ready to go. Sure, I haven't really studied Latin. That's okay. I'm pumped for life.

That's no fun. Staying with someone and not getting to know them. That would stink. We are here to learn more about each other, I think. To learn from each other. There are SO many people to learn from. Why doesn't everyone get started?

I don't often think of people's underwear. Now I'm thinking about it. I've bought Jessie underwear. Emily's bought me underwear. Eileen's borrowed my underwear after laughing so hard she peed her pants. I wonder if Tyler wears boxers or briefs. Actually, I think we've had this discussion. I'm pretty sure it's boxers. This is interesting to think about. I know your underwear, Spiderman, and Elizabeth is always running around in her panties (I just started laughing really hard). Man. Fascinating.

I like thinking things will always, always get better. You know, I bet they will. The decline of something always brings out the best in something else, I think. I appreciate your optimism, greatly.

Being oblivious as usual, the Ragpicker did not think to wonder about the phone call, and as she was too busy picking the mushrooms off of her pizza (a ritual--she knew the Ticketmaster ordered too much gunk on her pizza, and didn't like telling her that it was disgusting) to notice the Ticketmaster's flustered expression (she never was good at lying). They lingered at their table for as long as possible, until a shout from the back was heard. "Ladies, I'm mighty glad ya'all are back, but it's twenny after 'leven, and I've got to get back home. We're leaving early tomorrow for a cross coun'ry trip on our cycles. Just me and some of the buds, traveling on the open road..." As they stayed and listened for another half an hour to the entertaining man's stories, they constantly smiled at one another. How good it was to be back.

Well, yes, he will enjoy being outside, but once it gets cold out, we are NOT forcing Francis outside. Rachel just told me about her friend (ish) who has dogs named after dictionaries. Webster and she doesn't remember the other. I like that idea. And he will be sleeping inside.

My house was on there! Now, that's love. I do like your Memaw's house. I still have to get a library card. Brownsburg is always out of books. I will feel so...guilty, though, leaving my beloved library. I won't completely go, of course. Still need to volunteer.

Okay, list three of your biggest pet peeves. I love hearing these from people, until it is something I do, and then I feel really guilty. Let it out.

I have to go do...something. Sleep? Study? Eat some more? Listen to "Jesus Christ" five hundred and seventy-three times?