Halloween

Halloween. It's here. And when Halloween comes every year, a question arrives: What will I be this year? That's what this post is all about. It is a list of Halloween costumes that I have had over the years and my ideas for costumes this year.

Peas in a Pod (8 months)

My first Halloween costume ever. My sister, Eliza also wore this costume for Halloween. All I can remember is that is was very green.

Tiger (1 year)

T-I-Double-GUH-ER. This year I went to Disney World with my parents on Halloween, so I had to be a Disney character.

Cowboy (2-6 years)

When I was little, I loved horses so I was a cowboy every year until Kindergarten. I know, a little repetitive. But hey, I was little. I liked repetition. I also remember that Eliza was a cow one year. Honestly, I can barely remember many of these years. Everything is so fuzzy.

Cat (7 years)

This was my first home-maid costume. I don't remember where I bought the black cat ears and tail, but I can remember going to the girls section at Target to get the black gym outfit that I wore. That's it. This costume was cheap, easy-to-make, and comfortable. I can also remember losing in a limbo contest in first grade because my tail hit the beam.

Mouse (8 years)

My first group costume. Eliza was Cinderella, I was a mouse, and Dahlia, my littlest sister, was a pumpkin. I remember, years later, my mother putting my mouse ears on a goat when I was in a 4-H Goat Club. I will post more information on the 4-H Goat Club later.

Native American ( 9 years)

Native American. Don't call them Indians. My mother repeatedly told me not to call them Indians. Show them respect. Call them Native Americans. I purchased this costume on eBay.

King (10 years)

It was really fun to be a King and the costume was really simple to. I had a red cape, a bejeweled, crown, and a kingly collar made up this costume. The collar was really part of a dalmatian costume my sister worn a few years previously.

Wizard (11 years)

By far my simplest costume ever. A wizard hat. A graduation gown. That's it.

Now for my ideas for this year. I have two -- I will either be Poseidon, God of the Sea, or a hummingbird. But which one. I found some neat costume ideas for both online. So which one would be better? Poseidon or a hummingbird? I'm torn. Of course, if I could convince my sisters to be Greek gods, Poseidon would be the way to go. But they want to be an angel and a butterfly, so...


I'll think about it. And while I'm decideing, please vote on the poll in the corner. Happy Halloween!

I'm Bored

I don't know what to post about, so I am going to link you to my online math homework tonight. Yes, it's a test, but it's not graded. Click here if you would like to take it. I'm bored. If I think of anything to do, I'll post again.

French vs. Spanish

French. Spanish. Which one is better? I have foreign language this year at school and I choose French as the language I will learn to speak. I think that French is the best language that I have an opportunity to speak this year. However, many people argue that Spanish is the best. So which one is the best language to speak? I'll admit that, in the US, more people speak Spanish than French. But, according to my French teacher, more people speak French worldwide. So what is the best language to speak, Spanish, French, or (Ugh) German? For some reason, not many people seem to argue that German is the best. I wouldn't know if I like German or not. Whenever I hear think of it, I remember my horrible experience in German, last year. It was the year when the fifth graders got to try each language for a six-week period, to see which one best suited them. I only saw my German teacher for two lessons and learned nothing from her. She spent those days getting acquainted with us. And on the third day, she got sick. Very sick. I don't know what happened to her, but apparently she had open heart surgery preformed on her. To this day, I don't know what became of my German teacher.

The rest of the six weeks in German were spent with a substitute who didn't speak German. So I don't have a much of opinion of German. I did, however take Spanish. I just don't like it. I can't roll my Rs or really understand much of it. French is much easier for me and I get a better grade in it to. So how about you? What is your favorite language?

My Personality

I took a poll online. What follows are my results.

Neuroticism	99
Extraversion	44
Openness to Experience	82
Agreeableness	55
Conscientiousness	70

You are not generally self conscious about yourself, however you experience panic, confusion, and helplessness when under pressure or stress. You tend to feel overwhelmed by, and therefore actively avoid, large crowds. You often need privacy and time for yourself. Generally you are not considered to be an emotional person, however you are aware of and in touch with your emotions. You are tenderhearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity, however you feel superior to those around you and sometimes tend to be seen as arrogant by other people. You strive hard to achieve excellence. Your drive to be recognized as successful keeps you on track toward your lofty goals. You often have a strong sense of direction in life, but may sometimes be too single-minded and obsessed with your work.

To find out your personality, take the free poll.

Sneak Peek #1

As you know, I love to write. What follows is the prologue of my current story, The Select Four. It is

scheduled to have sixteen chapters, an epilogue, and a prologue. Here is the table of contents.

Prologue

The Contest . 4

One

Gloria Hellborn . 7

Two

Message from the Hummerbugs . 15

Three

Willow and Elijah . ?

Four

The Disastrous Dinner Party . ?

Five

A Little Angel Down on Earth . ?

Six

The Promise . ?

Seven

The Wedding . ?

Eight

Gloria and Benjamin

Nine

On the Metal Beam . ?

Ten

Gloria in a Pool . ?

Eleven

Lessons . ?

Twelve

The Pointless Spell . ?

Thirteen

The Wrath of Mort Mal . ?

Fourteen

The After Supper Program . ?

Fifteen

The Hair-Clip of Life . ?

Sixteen

Back on the Air . ?

Epilogue

Whatever Happened To… . ?

Anyway, here is the sneak peek.

Epilogue:

The Contest

The day was January the first. Four people, all wrapped in cloaks, were positioned around a black, metal box. Many anxious parents were in a long line, stretching at least a mile away from the box. They were all clutching an infant in one hand and a writing utensil in the other. Every eye in that line was fixed on a sign that read:

Drawing!

A trillion Dollars will Be Given to Five lucky families! One lucky family will also receive a extra special Prize As Long as your family has had a new child added to it in the last Year, Simply line up and fill out the designated form! Put the form in the small, Black box! Bring your own writing utensil, as they will not be provided!

These parents were all anxiously awaiting their chance to arrive at the front of the line and earn a change at the prize. A trillion dollars did sound nice, but what about the special prize that only one family would get? After the first add for this contest in Le Mot Quotidien, the local newspaper, the entire city was asking themselves a question. What was the special prize? Families that had had new children born to them in the past year all crowded in the endless line, awaiting the time when they would fill out the form.

The day wore on. The sound of babies crying filled the air, ringing in the ears of those parents who had already entered the contest. An odd assortment of parents appeared, each hoping for a wonderful reward. A horribly fat man who was red in the face and had a curly moustache muttered something about this being “the only good thing that came from the damn little brat!” An extremely pretty woman with silvery-blonde hair danced gracefully over to the box skillfully holding two identical twins and dropping two forms into the box.

Around dusk, although the line had not seemed to shorten, a short, plump, merry-faced man who was wearing a tweed jacket and green, plaid trousers lowered his turquoise cloak from over his head and withdrew a bull-horn from some in it’s depths.

“I’m so sorry, good friends!” he announced to the crowd in a giddy voice, “We have enough entrants for the contest. I ask you all to go home!”

There was a great deal of protest at his words.

“We’ve been waiting hear all day!” shouted a lady who was next in line.

“I’m sorry, but we’re done!” said another of the four hooded figures. This time a girl was talking from beneath a blood-red hood. Her voice was high, cold, and crackly. The woman attempted to strangle her.

When, finally, the last of the angry parents were driven away, conversation began among the four hooded figures.

“Well, we’ve finally done it,” said a strict voice from under a bright blue cloak. “All we have to do is wait for eleven years.”

The fourth figure in a black cloak out- stretched a pale hand, which clutched a gold key. The figure turned the key in a keyhole in the metal box. Names for each of the rewards were chosen. The “extra-special” reward (which turned out to be a lifetime supply of potato chips), as well as the trillion dollars, were given to the winners. Soon, all of the parents who hadn’t won a prize forgot about the contest. For who would suspect that, eleven years later, it would change four children’s lives forever.

Grades 3-6

You see, today was the first day of school for me. I've finally moved on from Elementary School classes to Middle School classes. Although I've been in Middle School for a year, I've been in fifth grade, which is still very much like Elementary School. Today I really started switching classes on my own and being in charge of arriving to my classes on time. I really like all of my teachers, except for my gym teachers. They are the classic idea of what a gym teacher is: sweaty, red-faced, men who shout at everyone in the class stuff like: "Drop and give me twenty!"

I also have to get changed this year. In the boys locker room. With a very immature group of boys. I have an all-boy class in gym this year which really stinks. I am not a fan of always being the worst player of basketball, football, soccer, tennis, and pretty much every sport that one plays in PE. I'm just not an athlete. I am very gifted in every other area of school, but sports are just not my thing.

Today my sister also started school. She is entering the third grade and got the "mean" teacher that nobody wants to get, Mrs. Fensch. I know what you're thinking: what a fowl-like name. She has been teaching since I was in third grade and is relatively young. But when my sister came home and told me the teacher who her best friend has, it is amazing how much the school has changed since I was in third grade. The teacher my sister's friend has wasn't a teacher when I was in first grade. Then, when I got to second grade, this teacher replaced my teacher, who retired that year. That teacher remained that way until I graduated Elementary School. Then, during fifth grade she moved to second grade. This she is a third grade teacher. It is amazing how much a school can change over time.

This is Why You're Fat

OK, so I found this amazing new site on the web which is so disgusting that I love it. Look at these pictures and see if you can guess what it is.

Could you guess? Well, if you guessed a site who's entire purpose is to list the recipes of tremendously fatty and their recipes you guessed right. Anyway, the site's address is thisiswhyyourefat.com. Check it out. Prepare to be disgusted.