So, I’ve had this blog for a while. And I really like it the way it is, what with my cute little posts about my cats and dreams. But I want to blog again, and this time, I want to blog about what it’s like to be a teenager in these dark and troubled times.

Interested? Well, to see my new blog, sinamun: Attack of the Hormones, click here!

Wow, I feel like I just sold you a vacuum or something. But seriously, if you want to learn about my teenage escapades (or escapaides, if you get my reference), CLICK THAT ‘here’! Or else. ‘Else’ meaning I might do something I might regret, like sob about how the internet hates me. But it really would be nice if you did.




Fluffy walking

Today I took Fluffy for a walk.

Or tried to, anyway.

I did the same thing yesterday, except without the leash. I was really happy that she was sniffing new places and putting her paws on foreign grounds, except then I had to use the bathroom and brought her back inside. But my father said I shouldn’t do it.

“A car could have scared her, or a dog could have been passing by and chased her,” he said.

But I was determined to let her have her fun. So today, aided by my mom and our helper, Daisy, we strapped her into a leash. She didn’t struggle, for some reason, only gave a few sad meows. Oh, well. she is a very old cat, after all. But she must have felt quite silly, a cat wearing a leash, as she refused to budge. At least, until I carried her out the door, still as limp as ever. Then she just sat there, on the ground, for about five seconds, before tearing through the side of the gate and stopping right at the door.

“No, Fluffy,” I said, as I carried her back outside. I wanted her to be brave and conquer her fears, so I brought her to another house. She wandered around, sniffing, looking at me, as if to say, this house is not mine. She meowed pitifully, and I said, “No, Fluffy,” though my heart was melting. Finally, I brought her back to our house. She tried to get through the side of the gate, but she couldn’t, for some reason. I stared at her, and then let her use the people entrance, which she tentatively stepped through. She bolted to the door and pawed at it nervously, and I let her in.

Of Eclipses and Cheeseball Men

Dec. 10th, 22:20

Two boys, laughing crazily and just generally being themselves, toss a UFO, also known as a Unidentified Falling Object, from the roof they are sitting on. It breaks as it touches the pavement, like a diver who did a belly flop and shattered her… Ok, that’s too violent. Well, it snaps, a piece falling beyond the gate. Knowing perfectly I’m in the spotlight, I cautiously and bravely, if I do say so myself, walk to the weird thing that’s rolling around in circles.

“Hey,” I shout. “Why’d you guys break a plunger?”

“We broke it?” A boy says. “Awesome!”

I walk, stunned, back to the sidewalk, and to my father. I feel exposed, under the light that is not the moon. The moon, the actual source of light there would be at night had we not had electricity, is in the Earth’s shadow. It is an eclipse. But it is light.

I’m partly thinking what people were thinking when there was an eclipse, and there was no electricity or fire. Were the people freaking out? Probably. I’m also thinking about the boys, and why they are sitting there if they can’t even see the moon from that spot.

“Papa?” I ask. “Why did they break a plunger?”

“I think the question is,” he says, “not why they broke it, but why they even had a plunger up there.”

About 12 hours ago, I received a funny video from my Uncle Jim, which he had posted on Youtube. I’ll display it below.

Frosty the Cheeseball Man

He’s an awesome chef 😀

Einstein the Talking Parrot

So, I’ve been watching videos of Einstein the African Gray, like Einstein the Parrot Takes a Shower! and Einstein the Parrot Pops some Popcorn! and she’s SO CUTE!!

I’m thinking what it would be like if Alex was like her. All he says is “Hello,” and some assorted nonsense. But he does say it in many styles, and that’s got to count for something, right? Okay, never mind. But I just don’t know how to teach him. ??

Oh yeah, and here’s the videos:

Alex’s Adventure

There are many sad or frustrating events in our family. I had a dream I was flying, and then I was falling, Fuzzy bites, and the birdies STILL HAVEN’T LAID AN EGG YET OH, MY GOSH YOU LOVEBIRDS WHY, BIRDIES WHY??? *sniff* it’s very unfortunate. But the worst part was Alex’s adventure.

So, we brought Alex out of our house. Honestly, we didn’t expect him to do much, as he was very nervous and was walking all around Papa’s shoulders. But Papa had just sat down when…

Alex totally FREAKED and flew away. Not kidding. We immediately ran out of the house and tried to spot him, but to no avail. After about half of a half an hour, my father decided he would go biking around the neighborhood, to see if he could find him. He wasn’t that stressed however, since Alex is very smart and he’d have to eat sometime, right? Papa was pretty certain he’d have to come home.

But Claire wanted to come biking, and I heeling. Like, as in using the wheeled shoes, Heelys. Oh, did I mention I’m pretty good at it? So naturally, Papa said yes, and we walked outside to wait for her.

So, I was just heeling around, waiting, when all of a sudden there’s this flapping of wings and Papa goes, “Alex?” And I run to him, and Alex is sitting right on our neighbors step and the door opens and this young boy, he’s staring at him and he SCREAMS, he’s like totally freaking out and his grandfather comes out and just stares at the bird with slightly amused expression on his face.

“Uh, hi,” my father says awkwardly, “um, that’s our bird.”

Yeah, I don’t think we’re the best neighbors they could have wished for.

But the grandfather is very calm, he expertly carries Alex to us, never wavering, even though Alex bites him. *hides head in hands* How embarrassing. And Claire has come to us, watching, and as soon as Alex is with Papa he says a very soft, “Hello.”



Somebody else subscribed to my blog! HI UNCLE JIM! I feel so happy, I feel so fine! because it’s nearly dinnertime!

That’s from Fritz and Chesster. 😀

My daily journal entry… My dream

was odd.
I don’t remember much of it, but like, um, it was like…
Never mind, this is hopeless. Let’s just say I had a dream.
Claire’s playing Bless the Broken Road.
I’m playing The Ballad Of Mona Lisa.
Woooooooooooooooooooooaaaoh, Mona Liiiissaaa, you’re guaranteed to run this town,
Woooooooooooooooooooooaaaoh, Mona Liiiissaaa, I paid to see you FLUFFY!!!!!
She’s so cute.
Mooooonnnaaa Liiiiiiiissaaaaa, eyaaahhh, aaah!
Say what you meeaaan, tell me I’m riiiiiigghht, and let the sun, rain down on me!
Give me a sign, I wanna beliiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeve!
Hello to you too.
I love it when he’s hyper.
Now for the serious business,
We put a nesting box in the bird’s cage. It’s a hollowed-out coconut, and they seem to like it. LOL
We also put in a thing of cotton for them to use as nesting material.
Also, the sparrow has a girlfriend! Or boyfriend… They visit the lovebirds daily. Yay!
So, that’s my life.
How’s yours?

Baby bird seems to like us… too much?

There’s a baby bird who lives around our block.

It’s stalking us.

Well, maybe stalking is too strong a word. But he comes back daily, practically, and flew into the house twice. We had to catch and release him to keep the cats from getting at him.

He doesn’t come into our home anymore. But we’ve seen him flitting around our backyard, hopping around with his dark head, streaked body, and beady little eyes. That sparrow is so cuyuute!

But why is he so attracted to our house? And why does he only visit us now? Maybe-maybe he’s a spy! But why did he come here? To steal our fudge recipe? We use the mix, FYI. I don’t really know. It’s a mysteryy…..

My daily journal entry… My Rockin’ Dream

My dream ROCKED last last night, thanks to emerald wolf, you are AWESOME! YOU ROCK!!!! LUV YA!! Without your help my dream would have just been a nightmare. So thank you, you are awesome. So gather round, erm….., people, and listen to the tale of a group of adventurers, struggling to stay alive…
Five kids were our clique, a clique bent on living. A flood was swamping the world, and we were so alone, nobody to come rescue us. We ran from it, and it chased us, a simple yet complicated plot, like a story we were trapped in that never seemed to end. We hid from it, in video games and in the crowds of a super crabby Justin Beiber concert (I couldn’t stop giggling, and the shocked expression on my sisters face was priceless), but it always managed to find us. At last, we were in some underground stone passageways, rather like a maze. Water dripped everywhere, and the place reeked of mildew.  Green moss was all around us, between the cracks of the ceiling and under our feet as we walked. But we were safe, and that was all that mattered to us.
Leader was barking orders at us. She was the bravest, most sensible, and fiercest leader we could ever have hoped for, willing to do whatever it took to stay alive. Lucille, the smallest, had the job of spreading grey fungus along the walls, because for some reason that would help us. I don’t know. Search me.
But all of a sudden the walls started rapidly turning grey, and we saw a wave of water coming right at us.
“Oh, no,” Lucille said.
For some reason, that sparked something in my memory. I thought of my friend and her tales of swooping through the sky in dreams she had realized she was in, and I thought, I’m in a dream. I’m in a dream! So I sprinted to the other side of the passageway, and suddenly, I was at the top of a stairwell in my school, and my fear of heights vanishing, I dove over the side and passed through the wall, spread my arms and I was flying. I was flying! It was a glorious sensation. The wind in my hair, under my arms and around my lower body. I loved it. It was so real to me, at least it felt real, that I wished so much it was true.
And then I woke up.