A Time, A Place, A Foot, A Face

I have created a blog. I believe the number of unsuccessful blogs I've had previous to this new one is both unimportant and trivial, so we shall not bring it up. [Robin]
I am creating this blog because sometimes I think writing is fun. I also like to voice my thoughts. This also might be good practice upon preparing to launch my website. Upon signing in, I was asked to enter my email address. "The email address must already exist" was in brackets beside the box. I personally feel that if somebody doesn't know that, they shouldn't be allowed to create a blog. On the other side was written "We won't share your email address with any third parties." This made me ponder. What about second parties? I never see any promises about them.

I came home today and wanted to have a snack. I looked in the fridge and saw some strawberries. I thought "Wouldn't it be amazing to have some strawberry/yogurt blend in the blender?" I wasn't sure if we had yogurt and I also wasn't sure if we had a blender. I went downstairs to ask my mom if we had yogurt. She said no. In retrospect, I think this might have been the point where my plan failed.
I looked in the refrigerator and found some vanilla pudding. While usually not my preference, I took it out, cut up some strawberries, and added them to the yogurt. I thought to myself, "I guess this snack will suffice". The more I ate, the better it was. I think I might pack that in my lunch tomorrow.
As a rule, we don't buy strawberries. Or grapes, raspberries, nectarines, watermelon, and all the other fruit that I highly enjoy but my mom seems blind to. I was in Superstore doing a little grocery shopping and saw some strawberries, so I bought them as a treat. This was about a week or so ago. While I was looking in the refrigerator this afternoon, I found that somebody had bought some more. What is the point of me telling you this? Well, there is a lesson here. Sometimes you have to give a little to get a little.

Rob just stopped by to drop off my toothbrush. She is so kind to me. Some days I'm almost convinced that we are friends.

I had a good start to this paragraph but now my mind has forgotten it. Oh wait, I just remembered. Today I got mad at the librarian. Actually, she got mad at me. She sucks up to me and acts like she likes me, and then she yells at me. Not to mention she talks in third-person. Little does she know that I got back at her. I took a book out of the library without signing it out. If she yells at me again, it may just not come back. Ha ha librarian. Ha ha. I live my life to plan revenge.

I have bunches of things to do tonight. I had planned on watching two episodes of "Lost" tonight, unfortunately I will only be watching one. I missed last week's episode and for some retarded (I like using words that make me sound intelligent) reason, they have stopped showing the previous week's episode. This burgles me.

I just found out that my mom might have let me take the day off school to go to Saskatoon with Robin tomorrow. This would have been wonderful. I am craving adventure so badly. Robin took a trip to France (and Spain!), Katherine went to Orlando, Jacie went to Edmonton and Stacy went to Calgary. I went to Yorkton. While I suppose the level of Yorkton's excitement could be debatable, I go there too often for it to be anything special. But alas!, I digress. I would have been able to see St. Andrew's, probably my brother, take an ADVENTURE, and spend time with Rob and her mom! I could pretend for a couple days that I was leaving high school at the end of June and moving on to something better. As well, my visual assignment could remain incomplete for a few more days!
Of course, I should probably not assume that I would be welcome. I stayed at Robin's house last night and perhaps part of the reason that this spontaneous trip to Saskatoon materialized so fastly (another intelligent word) was because Robin and her mother felt that they needed a stress reliever or sometime, and could think of nothing better to get as far away from Maria as time/money would allow. But if they wanted to get rid of me, I could have stayed with Michael! The more I realize how fun this could have been, the more I get depressed, so I shall move on to another topic.

Today is Katherine's birthday! This is exciting for two reasons: 1) Katherine is 17 years old 2) Katherine is that much closer to being legally able to date George Clooney! Way to go Katherine!

Perhaps it is time for me to depart. Toodles!