"I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly"

That would be fun. Time to go. I'll miss you, Abby. You are welcome to join me in my spaceship adventure, if you'd like. We'll eat space brownies. And recycle.

Our poor joint post didn't exactly work out. Next adventure--VLOG! Hopefully, that will be a success. I hope you have written your english paper. And not just doodled elephants on the side of the page. Don't think I didn't see that, Abby. I certainly did. Focus.

Let's not explode, actually. That would be a good time.

My mom just pointed to my hair and said, "And what does this do. What is this? Hmmm?" My poor hair.

What is to be discussed later? Has this been discussed later? Don't expect people to take advice. And never listen to anyone completely. That would be awful.

Oh, I love riding my bike. I just don't do it enough. That is a resolution. I will ride my bike more. And go outside more in all. I don't spend enough time outside. Also, I will work on the driving thing so that one day, I will get my license without telling a single soul and drive over to your house and SURPRISE! it's me. That will be fun. Too bad it will be in fifty years or so.

I'm glad you're keeping under control with your little SAT prep books. I am proud. I need to clean my room and OR-GAN-IZE immediately. Maybe tonight. Probably not. Remind me to do so by the end of the week, please.

It is impossible to only take yourself into consideration, but then again, it seems important to make some decisions based solely upon yourself. I don't know. Maybe just to some extent. I have to write my newspaper article.

Apparently, some people are honest when they sleep. So, maybe if we can record everyone in the entire world when they sleep, we can find out all truths. Hmmm...not so sure how that would go.

It can't be possible, selling your soul. Completely impossible. But it is a fascinating idea. What could one possible sell his sould for?

I have to sketch. I want to sketch, actually, but it is conveniently timed to the week when sketchbooks are due. I also have sur-PRISES to work on. Hoo-rah.

I felt a change a'comin'.
Yup.

I need to look into those sunflower seeds, because I believe they have to be planted by the end of March, which is coming up somewhat soon. I'll talk to my father, I guess. When he gets home. Have I ever expressed my extreme dislike of tax season? It keeps my dad away, which stresses my mom out, and a stressed Toni is never, ever, ever good. Ever.

"Oh. How She Move. That was a great movie. Great. Uh-huh. Wonderful. Yep. Lovely." she angrily jabbed at her food with each adjective. Somebody was obviously not so great at forgiveness, and the Ragpicker, defeated, stared sadly at her waffle (which had chocolate chips, not blueberries, because the Ragpicker despised blueberries). After a few moments passed, the Ticketmaster laughed and said, for the thousandth time, "You're supposed to fight for it!" and the Ragpicker smiled as they paid Norma Mae Something or the Other and walked out of the small restaurant on the way to their favorite movie.

What was that "I Love Lucy" quote? "You've got some 'splaining to do!"

I just downloaded a really great 70's song. It sounds like something your mom listens to at ten in the morning while cleaning.

Good-bye.
You know, "baby" sounds an awful lot like "Abby". Just to point that out.