Toast at 3:30

Whenever my Nana is here, she sleeps in my room. she did at first because it was closest to the bathroom, but now it's just because she really likes my bed. Whatever. So I sleep upstairs, (there is only one room upstairs, and we use it as kind of a den.) and the way my house is set up, the upstaris is all open and right nest to the kitchen and dining room.
So anyway, on Thursday night, I'm sleeping upstaris, and I wake up because I hear some movement downstairs. My first thought was that maybe it's 6 or something and my little sister is up way early because she feels the need to spend an hour getting ready every morning, so I check the time on my phone. It turns out, no, it's 3:30 in the morning. I just laid there for a couple minutes, trying to go back to sleep, but my curiousity overcame me.
I went downstairs to check who it was, and lo and behold, my nana was making toast. I ask her what she's doing, and she jumps and gives a little "Oh! you scared me!" Evidently, she thought it was time to get up, and everyone had left for school. I point to the clock on the oven, and she says that she noticed, but thought it was wrong. I point out that it's dark outside the window, and she says she thought it was light outside because there's a streetlight outside my window. I just end up sort of rolling my eyes and going back to bed and she just decided to eat her toast, because she already made it.

I just realized I did some weird things with tense in this blog, but I'm too lazy to fix it.

Nana

My Nana is visiting again. And every visit, she has a story that she repeats over and over. To everyone, whether you have heard it before or not. Last time, it was this story about how she told my 5-year-old cousin Jonathan that she loved him and he said he likes her, but doesn't love her and she realized that it's better to be liked than loved and this ALWAYS spawned an arguement from my little sister, who evidently disagreed. I was just relived because the time before it was telling me about my "cute figure" and asking me how many boys hit on me that day. *rolls her eyes*
Anyway, this time I'm afraid it's about me again. On Wednesday, the day she got here, she said something aobut how I looked like her. And then, when we went to church on Wednesday night, she was talking to this other lady who also said I look like her. And, the thought of looking like she used to when she was young isn't so bad, because I don't know what she used to look like or anything. But the thought of ending up looking like her when I get old... *shudders*

My computer is fast. (evidently)

My computer's screen is all messed up. Every mark has some lines behind it, going to the right. I can't help but think of in cartoons, how speed is shown with lines trailing after the person/character/whatever you wanna call it. It looks just like that!

I need a new computer. This one is slow, half the time doesn't connect to the internet (although that's probably because of the router...), and now the screen is weird too. But the weird screen looks kinda cool, and amuses me, so I don't mind it.

Oh Fuckstockings, I believe I'm falling.

Over the weekend, I went up to Tahoe and went skiing. Sunday was interesting. My dad started to teach me how to ski on moguls.

Wikipedia says: Moguls are bumps on a ski slope formed when skiers push the snow into mounds or piles as they execute short-radius turns.
I say: Moguls are little hills on a ski slope that you are supposed to make quick turns around, so you don't go flying over the top of one and land in a heap. However, quick turns are hard because you are going more straight down the slope, so you're going faster, so you need better control.

It's really hard, and I fell a couple times; mostly, though, I just sort of flew across the slope, bumping over the moguls, not around them like I'm supposed to, until I could stop easily. One time, I fell, and somehow rolled, or something, and one of my skis stabbed my butt (which is still slightly sore) and I slid like 20 feet down the hill, losing my poles on the way. Another time, I didn't have quite enough control to stop, and I was heading across the slope, right towards a tree. So I bailed.







Long story short:

This is what skiing on moguls is supposed to look like:





This is what I looked like:






The End.

[clairification: I had a LOT of fun! I'm not upset about all this falling in the least, almost everytime I fell I lay there just laughing for a couple minutes.]

sharks.

The Sharks won today! I was beginning to be worried about our losing streak, but we bet Detroit 5-2! And, just in case you didn't know, we are first in the Western Conference and Detroit is first in the Eastern Conference, but in the league overall, we are second and they are first. So they are a good team to win against and break our little losing streak.

bored.

I have a theory that Mr. Thompson doesn't really read all our blogs. I mean, he has 60 + students, three blogs a week is 180 blogs. And he doesn't check every week. So, the point of this blog is to see if he reads it.
Mr. Thompson, if you read this, comment and prove me wrong.

Haiku

I saw this haiku on some person's shirt yesterday. It amused me, so I decided to subject you guys to it.

Haikus are easy.

But sometimes they don't make sense.

Refrigerator

But actually, I like haikus. It's like the only type of writing I can do, because it's more like it has the specific rules. I generally don't do well with any sort of instructions that aren't specific. Except blogs, oddly. I don't really mind these, my only objection is that the whole class reads it, so everything I say is very censored, because, honestly, I don't trust people until I know them better than just classmates. Anyway, I got distracted on facebook and totally forgot where I was going with this. So, bye!