MAY THE FLEES OF A THOUSAND CAMELS INFEST THE ARM PITS OF ALL WHO READ THIS BLOG AND DO NOT POST!! (and may their arms be to short to reach)

*ahem *

I gave the humming bird picture to my dad. I stayed up until midnight to finish it. After I was done with it, I went downstairs to find the paper-cutter to cut the picture down to the proper size so it could fit in the frame (I have a few frames in the basement always handy in case I need them). Axel was watching TV. I sat down on the coffee table and started watching with him. He complained, asking me why I was down there (in the living room) and saying that he was trying to get to sleep. I gave him an odd look. “You’re watching TV”, I said. “So?” he responded. And then he said something about wanting the living room to himself. “You have a room, you know,” I said. “You can have that all to yourself.” Anyway, I stayed to watch the TV for a few more minuets (to vex him), and went upstairs.

I’m thinking about writing a song. Except, I can’t sing.

I need to ride my bike. It was a Christmas present from last year and I still haven’t taken it out, yet. Whenever I want to ride it, though, I realized that the tires were flat, and when I tried to find the pump, I couldn’t find it, so back in the garage it would go.

Maybe I should just do a book report really quick about a book I like, like Leven Thumps and the Gateway to Foo. (I have to do reports on two assigned books, choose two from a list, and choose two from wherever I like.) Then maybe mom will be satisfied and give me a couple of days break. Unlikely, though.

I just started on the “Edge Chronicles”. I’ve wanted to check it out (from the library) for quite a while, but it was always out. It seems very interesting so far (I’m to the point where Twig’s mother tells Twig that he was adopted and that he has to leave for a while because the Sky Pirates are after him).

Well, I have to go. Better post! *begins to sing, off-key, “when the flees come marching in *

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