Leftovers and Other Unpleasantness

Ever have really unlucky experiences? Friends fighting three to one, and you helping the one who is the outcast? Cell phones not working? Bikes getting STOLEN?

I'm experiencing these "technical difficulties" now. All of them. And guess what's for dinner? LEFTOVERS!!! This is NOT a good time for leftovers! No time is good for leftovers! * Mom here * Pipsqueak, If you had eaten your ravioli and snow peas the first time, I wouldn't have it to serve as leftovers, would I??? You have the power to avoid leftovers - use it!

Well, at least some things in life are great. My science class is going to dissect bullfrogs next Tuesday, I got a hand-me-down bike, and I've been reading 564 page books in two days. So I guess life isn't as bad as I thought it to be.

(P.S.- If my friends EL, CM, LP, or are reading this, this is on a public website, so I expect that they will cut it out! I don't like this game of tug-of-war!!! )

Teenage Life = Chaos

My teenage life is chaos!!! I have so much homework, tomorrow is a field trip, and my room is a mess! If any teens are reading this, they know what I mean by “chaos”. Maybe even a few grown-ups know what I mean, too.

And speaking of chaos, I was in charge of two of my little brothers a few minutes ago (maybe a few hours now). At times they can be really annoying to watch. I also don’t like to do what my parents would like sometime. But, if I don’t, I face the consequences.

Here are a few of them:
1. Stay out in the backyard forever
2. Write a one thousand word essay on why I should obey my parents
3. Be a servant to one of my sibs or parents
4. Go to bed early
5. Go to bed without dessert

Number five is the most dreadful, I think. I mean, who can live without dessert?

I Have a Brain Too!!!

I have a brain too! AND I think I know more than AT LEAST SIX of my sibs. My only older sister is probably a LITTLE smarter than me because she is one year older. Yes. I have seven siblings. You can read this twice if you want to.

My mom and dad are smarter than me, that much is true (although I hate to admit it), but that does NOT mean they have to explain things OVER AND OVER AND OVER again. You know, why don't they just put their lectures into song? If they did, I'd probably listen better (and not do the same thing again, it's getting boring). They treat me like I don't know a thing. To them, I'm the silly little trouble-maker.

You know what's silly, though? Just last Sunday I told my sister to quit telling my other sister that she had no cerebrum (sis. 1 was telling sis. 2 that she was stupid). "What's a cerebrum?" They asked. I specifically told them it was the part of the brain that controlled the thinking, balance, language, and movement. Then I told them that there was another part of the brain called the cerebellum that controlled the involuntary muscles. For some reason, they acted like I had no cerebrum. How nice of them!