Ok, so I haven't really written in a while. I try to at least once a week, but it just doesn't happen that way. It involves this big process of creativity and brain power. It takes effort that I really don't have after a long hard day at school. So, a lot has happened. I mean little tiny things that don't need a whole paragraph to themselves. Let's see. I went to the laundromat for the first time, I jogged almost a mile, I got a sore back from butterfly at swim team practice, I got a 103 on my math test, I went to a birthday party, I got a free brownie at a restaurant, I'm learning the song, Jolene, on the guitar, I went to Minnesota for a weekend, it rained during the Columbus Day parade (more like drizzling), my mom went to Scotland, my dad's in Japan, I went to a black and white party, I went to Clyde's cider mill, and I scraped my arm at swim team. That's pretty much the past couple of weeks in a very long sentence.
Guess what? I went to Minnesota for a weekend. Did I already mention that? I think I did. I am almost certain that I did not write a whole paragraph on that, though. So, my aunt had a big, huge birthday party. A black and white birthday party. Meaning I needed to wear a black and white outfit. So I bought one. (Can't stop reading, can you?) It was the most adorable dress I'd ever worn or seen or saw on TV or imagined myself in or saw someone else in. Ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration. I've seen prettier and adorable-er dresses, but this one was really cute. Enough about my dress. Since the party was in Minnesota, I missed two days of school. Which would have been good except for the two make-up tests I had to take later. (Notice how I'm making this all about me? I'll stop.) It was a lot of fun and I got to see all of my relatives that I hadn't seen in a while. It took effort (not much) but they eventually got me and my sister to dance. At one point, I didn't feel like keeping my dress on, so I changed into shorts and a tank top. I didn't want to clash with the theme so they were black. The End.
Guess what I'm being for Halloween?............. You are a really bad guesser. I'm being Ronald McDonald. I think. Don't get your hopes up. Get your hopes more to the left. Or I might be a...hmm...I don't know what you'd would call it. I can describe it for you. My face would be all covered in eyes. Like made with make-up. I saw a picture on the internet. The person's eyes were closed but it took me forever to figure that out because the make-up was amazing. Maybe I might wear one costume on Halloween and one at the Halloween party we're going to have at my dad's house. Which brings me to the party we're going to have at my dad's house. Not this Saturday, but the next one. The 27th, I believe. I can't say much because I don't want to give it away and because we're still thinking. Sounds like fun, right? You can't wait to come. I know. I just made it sound like the most exciting thing in the world.
Melita has left the building.
