A few weeks ago I read my 50th book of the school year. I thought I'd celebrate the wondrous occasion with listing a few of my favorite books on that list.
1. Pride and Prejudice
2. War of the Worlds
3. Wuthering Heights
4. In This House of Brede
5. Far From the Madding Crowd
I read a bunch of heftier books, but they weren't quite as wonderful as the previously mentioned. I'd planned on reading m any many more books this year, and I enthusiastically started books like Anna Karenina, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Les Miserable, Crime and Punishment, etc. However, I didn't finish any of them because I felt that I wasn't enjoying them and giving the attention they deserved, so I put them aside for later reading when I can throw my heart and soul into it. So for now I'm just finishing up Dickens and such.
A few nights ago, I was feeling the need for some light, enjoyable reading. I scoured the house, Bria's room and basement mostly, but nothing jumped out at me. Then my brilliant mother came up with a brilliant idea and a brilliant book. The BFG by Roald Dahl. Growing up, I strongly disliked Roald Dahl's books (except for Charlie and the chocolate Factory and Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator) especially James and the Giant Peach. I never would have thought that when I was fifteen I would love them and be reading all of Dahl's books. Yes! It's true! I've finished the Charlie books, The BFG, now onto Matilda, The Twits, the MinPins, etc. Roald Dahl has the most wonderful imagination. He comes up with such lovely creatures. (e.g. Vermicious Knids, Sausage lipped giants, the unforgettable Oompa-Loompas, humplecrimps, wraprascals, crumpscoddles, and the great squizzly scotch-hopper...the last few which area ll mentioned in The BFG.)
Anyway, the BFG is about a Big Friendly Giant with huge ears who is nothing like the other nine giants int he world who hunt little children and eat them every night. He's a sweet, runt giant who catches dreams and gives little children nice dreams at night. One night he finds a little girl who has seen him and takes her way and together they save the world from the awful giants. And he talks in a loverly way. This is not the best example of his amazing speeches and words he comes up with, but it will do. At this time in the story, Sophie is very worried about little children in England because the giants have just headed their for a midnight snack.
"We've absolutely got to stop them!" Sophie cried. 'Put me back in you pocket quick and we'll chase after them and warn everyone in England they're coming.'
'Redunculus and um-possible,' the BFG said. 'They is going two times as fast as me and they is finishing their guzzle before we is halfway.'
'But we can't just sit here doing nothing!' Sophie cried. How many girls and boys are they going to eat tonight?'
'Many,' the BFG said. 'The Fleshlumpeating Giant alone has a most squackling whoppsy appetite.'
'Will he snatch them out of their beds while they're sleeping?'
'Like peas out of a poddle.' the BFG said.
Maybe my description of the book doesn't make it sound as glorious as it is. But I suggest you read it. Especially on a Saturday afternoon when you feel the need to laugh.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
I Must Have Been Bored...
| You Are Guinness |
 You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world. Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them. When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well. But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around. |
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Here's How I Scored!
You scored as Cara. You are Cara. Bouncy and happy (most of the time), you love art (whether it's creating it or critiquing it) and movies. Especially movies...and art.
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Monday, January 30, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
Catch-Up Time
Everybody~
I am so sorry that you've had to see my little annoying dinky post about Christmas fuzziness every single time you've gone to my blog. That is absolutely pitiful. If I'd realized it was such a short silly, nothing-really-to-sat-but-saying-something-for-the-sake-of-saying-something I would have written something else sooner. Enough said.
The youth weekend we had last weekend went very well. There were many amazing adventures we had...(Meredith's nose being ripped open, sort of, Me being slammed to the gym floor by the force of a flying ball which hit me in the head,...) but all was grand. I took another two rolls of film, mostly of people jumping around playing football, or girls in the sleeping attic.
I have lots of fun pics from when the Holschers stayed here the first week of January. Lots of shots of us skating. Speaking of skating, I used a snowblower for the first time yesterday. It made me feel nice and macho and tough. Heh heh. But then I got really cold doing it so I had Aaron take over while I shoveled. (Oh yes. I forgot to say I was snowblowing the snow on the pond.)
My newest hobby is snowboarding. I had some Christmas money to spend, and I was wondering what I should use it for. Aha! Snowboard and boots! So I went to the store, picked up a nice blue and purple snowboard and am braving my hill. My first time down was exhilarating. I was so awesome. And then my second trip down was on my back with my legs in the air from time to time. I had a bad start and then I couldn't get up because my board kept slipping further down down down. The rest of my attempts were more similar to the second one than the first, but my excitement and determination is as steady as ever! I need to find a place to do the half-pipe...Eventually.
Well tata and thanks for reading! I shall post again within the next half a year!
I am so sorry that you've had to see my little annoying dinky post about Christmas fuzziness every single time you've gone to my blog. That is absolutely pitiful. If I'd realized it was such a short silly, nothing-really-to-sat-but-saying-something-for-the-sake-of-saying-something I would have written something else sooner. Enough said.
The youth weekend we had last weekend went very well. There were many amazing adventures we had...(Meredith's nose being ripped open, sort of, Me being slammed to the gym floor by the force of a flying ball which hit me in the head,...) but all was grand. I took another two rolls of film, mostly of people jumping around playing football, or girls in the sleeping attic.
I have lots of fun pics from when the Holschers stayed here the first week of January. Lots of shots of us skating. Speaking of skating, I used a snowblower for the first time yesterday. It made me feel nice and macho and tough. Heh heh. But then I got really cold doing it so I had Aaron take over while I shoveled. (Oh yes. I forgot to say I was snowblowing the snow on the pond.)
My newest hobby is snowboarding. I had some Christmas money to spend, and I was wondering what I should use it for. Aha! Snowboard and boots! So I went to the store, picked up a nice blue and purple snowboard and am braving my hill. My first time down was exhilarating. I was so awesome. And then my second trip down was on my back with my legs in the air from time to time. I had a bad start and then I couldn't get up because my board kept slipping further down down down. The rest of my attempts were more similar to the second one than the first, but my excitement and determination is as steady as ever! I need to find a place to do the half-pipe...Eventually.
Well tata and thanks for reading! I shall post again within the next half a year!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
I am really looking forward to Christmas! I think that the best part of Christmas is when people like the gifts you give them. It makes everyone get the warm and fuzzies. I finished my shopping yesterday, but it was so tempting to buy more for everyone. All of the nice thngs that I knew people would love would jump out at me...but I'll write more later. An older sister whose name I shall not mention wants me to call and order pizza now so she doesn't have to wait for it to be made. Must free the phone line!
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
One of Many Conversations in My Busy World of Babysitting
With Christmas coming the kids I'm babysitting are getting increasingly excited and anxious about Santa's arrival. Here's what Dylan and Raina had to say about it:
Dylan: (In a very loud, melodramatic voice) Look what Santa gave me! SPIDERMAN and his motorcycle! *pauses to see my reaction and shakes with joy*
Me: Wow! I love Spiderman! When did you see Santa?
Raina: At my cousin's Christmas party. But the reindeer were scared, so they stayed on the roof and Santa came in a car.
Dylan: They weren't scared of me! (Triumphantly) And Santa gave only me a present, Raina didn't get anything!
Raina: (Heatedly and Belligerently) LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE! You didn't see any reindeer, and Santa gave me a present too!
Dylan: (for the rest of the evening, mumbles) Liar liar pants on fire, liar liar liar, liar liar pants on fire...
Dylan: (In a very loud, melodramatic voice) Look what Santa gave me! SPIDERMAN and his motorcycle! *pauses to see my reaction and shakes with joy*
Me: Wow! I love Spiderman! When did you see Santa?
Raina: At my cousin's Christmas party. But the reindeer were scared, so they stayed on the roof and Santa came in a car.
Dylan: They weren't scared of me! (Triumphantly) And Santa gave only me a present, Raina didn't get anything!
Raina: (Heatedly and Belligerently) LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE! You didn't see any reindeer, and Santa gave me a present too!
Dylan: (for the rest of the evening, mumbles) Liar liar pants on fire, liar liar liar, liar liar pants on fire...
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Left Brain, Right Brain
The subject in school that I struggle with the most is writing. It was a surprise to me when I realized this, because it used to be my strongest, not the weakest part of my schoolwork. I was trying to figure out how this had happened, and I decided that there could be one or two reasons why I have to work so hard to write a good essay.
#1. I used to write all the time, whether creative writing or a school composition. The last few years I had very few writing assignments, and my writing muscles slowly atrophied. Could the simple reason that I dislike writing so much be that I didn't exercise my composition skills?
#2. I've learned a lot recently about the differences of the right and left brain. They say that if you use your left side of the brain mostly, you think in words. (or something like that.) I used to see my words in my head as I talked. It was like those screensavers where you have a phrase run across the screen...I would see the words run through my head in consistent motion...and I think that you use the left brain for writing. However, a few years ago I learned that when you draw pictures you have to look at shape, something which the left brain doesn't do. Seeing the negative and positive spaces is a skill of the right brain. I taught myself how to use my right brain, to see shapes and colors etc. As I became more adept at that, my drawing skills increased, and I seldom used my left brain. Aha! Maybe I used my right brain so much that my left brain isn't use to the exercise! hmmm...
Or it could just be that my writing book is more challenging...which is probably what it is, but the other solutions sound more interesting.
I have watched a lot of movies recently, being sick and all. Probably my favorite one that I saw was War of the Worlds. Those of you who have seen it are probably wondering what's wrong with me. At least, I've had a few people ask me that already. Teehee. I've always been a fan of the science fiction and fantasy section of the library. (Though some gets a little too strange for me.) I just read some H.G. Wells this summer, and I was interested to see what a movie about one of his books would be like. Sometimes though, I wonder what Wells had gong on in his mind. Some of his stuff is very strange. I read The Time Machine at twelve o'clock a.m., and I did not sleep well that night. (And I'm not one to be scared, either.) Anyway, I absolutely was contented with War of the Worlds. The blood spraying everywhere was disgusting, but it didn't bother me that much. The part where the ferry tips over and all the people are in the water trying to escape the tripods made me want to become a really fast swimmer. That way if a tripod was ever chasing me, I'd escape. Yeah right. But I'm thankful that tripods and aliens aren't invading the earth.
#1. I used to write all the time, whether creative writing or a school composition. The last few years I had very few writing assignments, and my writing muscles slowly atrophied. Could the simple reason that I dislike writing so much be that I didn't exercise my composition skills?
#2. I've learned a lot recently about the differences of the right and left brain. They say that if you use your left side of the brain mostly, you think in words. (or something like that.) I used to see my words in my head as I talked. It was like those screensavers where you have a phrase run across the screen...I would see the words run through my head in consistent motion...and I think that you use the left brain for writing. However, a few years ago I learned that when you draw pictures you have to look at shape, something which the left brain doesn't do. Seeing the negative and positive spaces is a skill of the right brain. I taught myself how to use my right brain, to see shapes and colors etc. As I became more adept at that, my drawing skills increased, and I seldom used my left brain. Aha! Maybe I used my right brain so much that my left brain isn't use to the exercise! hmmm...
Or it could just be that my writing book is more challenging...which is probably what it is, but the other solutions sound more interesting.
I have watched a lot of movies recently, being sick and all. Probably my favorite one that I saw was War of the Worlds. Those of you who have seen it are probably wondering what's wrong with me. At least, I've had a few people ask me that already. Teehee. I've always been a fan of the science fiction and fantasy section of the library. (Though some gets a little too strange for me.) I just read some H.G. Wells this summer, and I was interested to see what a movie about one of his books would be like. Sometimes though, I wonder what Wells had gong on in his mind. Some of his stuff is very strange. I read The Time Machine at twelve o'clock a.m., and I did not sleep well that night. (And I'm not one to be scared, either.) Anyway, I absolutely was contented with War of the Worlds. The blood spraying everywhere was disgusting, but it didn't bother me that much. The part where the ferry tips over and all the people are in the water trying to escape the tripods made me want to become a really fast swimmer. That way if a tripod was ever chasing me, I'd escape. Yeah right. But I'm thankful that tripods and aliens aren't invading the earth.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Two Recent Events
A couple interesting things have happened to me recently. One frustrating, one slightly funny.
1. I tend to leave glasses of water all over my room. Two on my vanity, three on my bureau, and one on my window sill, etc. My cat schooner has a habit of drinking from the glasses...a habit which I despise. When I wake up in the middle of the night thirsty, I never know if my water is clean or cat-contaminated. Schooner also sticks his face so far into my glass that he loses his balance and falls over, splashing my water all over the contents on my floor. (And there are usually quite a few things on my floor.)
On Thursday morning I ran up to my room to grab my library book. I was frustrated to see Schoons had once again dumped my water. I wiped it up, forgot about it, then went back downstairs. (An hour passes.)
I went to my computer to do math. I started it up, then turned on the monitor. (Or rather, tried to turn it on.) I thought that it had been unplugged, which happens often. Sure enough, it had been; but when I turned it on, instead of seeing the "Press a Key Now," I saw blackness. And then I heard "ffhp ffhp ffhp." Uh oh. No matter how much I tried the monitor wouldn't turn on. Whenever an electronic appliance doesn't work for me, I call Aaron. And that's what I did here. He and Mom came up and we all came to the same "conclusion." The water had shorted my monitor. Aaron comforted me with this: "Don't worry, it's the worse monitor in the house anyway." Thanks a lot. At least it isn't my very own, just a cast-off from my Dad's office which I grabbed.
END OF STORY #!.
2. I think it was Thursday evening around 11:00. I washed my face and went into my room to moisturize it. I almost used my hair straightener. (Lotion that's hair straightener...not the irons.) I thought that was very funny. I had just turned the lights out when I realize that my face needed a little more cream. I groped through the dark till I found my cream, then applied it to my face, climbed back into bed, and was wondering what that strange smell was. My hands smelled like it, and the scent seemed to be clinging to me. Then! Light dawned! I jumped up, turned on the light, and sure enough; I'd used my hair straightener. I flew to the bathroom sink, flushed my face, then made sure I used the RIGHT moisturizer. Aaron was saying I'd have very straight eyebrows...Ha! As if they were curly.
1. I tend to leave glasses of water all over my room. Two on my vanity, three on my bureau, and one on my window sill, etc. My cat schooner has a habit of drinking from the glasses...a habit which I despise. When I wake up in the middle of the night thirsty, I never know if my water is clean or cat-contaminated. Schooner also sticks his face so far into my glass that he loses his balance and falls over, splashing my water all over the contents on my floor. (And there are usually quite a few things on my floor.)
On Thursday morning I ran up to my room to grab my library book. I was frustrated to see Schoons had once again dumped my water. I wiped it up, forgot about it, then went back downstairs. (An hour passes.)
I went to my computer to do math. I started it up, then turned on the monitor. (Or rather, tried to turn it on.) I thought that it had been unplugged, which happens often. Sure enough, it had been; but when I turned it on, instead of seeing the "Press a Key Now," I saw blackness. And then I heard "ffhp ffhp ffhp." Uh oh. No matter how much I tried the monitor wouldn't turn on. Whenever an electronic appliance doesn't work for me, I call Aaron. And that's what I did here. He and Mom came up and we all came to the same "conclusion." The water had shorted my monitor. Aaron comforted me with this: "Don't worry, it's the worse monitor in the house anyway." Thanks a lot. At least it isn't my very own, just a cast-off from my Dad's office which I grabbed.
END OF STORY #!.
2. I think it was Thursday evening around 11:00. I washed my face and went into my room to moisturize it. I almost used my hair straightener. (Lotion that's hair straightener...not the irons.) I thought that was very funny. I had just turned the lights out when I realize that my face needed a little more cream. I groped through the dark till I found my cream, then applied it to my face, climbed back into bed, and was wondering what that strange smell was. My hands smelled like it, and the scent seemed to be clinging to me. Then! Light dawned! I jumped up, turned on the light, and sure enough; I'd used my hair straightener. I flew to the bathroom sink, flushed my face, then made sure I used the RIGHT moisturizer. Aaron was saying I'd have very straight eyebrows...Ha! As if they were curly.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Signs...
Signs of Bria being gone:
~washing dishes takes a LOT longer.
~the graphing calculator is free most of the time now.
~my secrets are whispered into a black furry ear (kate's) instead of my sister's.
~not as many new, amazing, gourmet food (e.g cowboy pie, fried bananas...if you can call it gourmet. more likely "exotic.")
~whenever i get my e-mail on webmail I don't have to retype my name in because bria used it last.
~my exercise video is always where i left it.
~the laundry is backed up a little more than before.
~the Internet is free at night; I don't have to wait til one o'clock to use it.
~washing dishes takes a LOT longer.
~the graphing calculator is free most of the time now.
~my secrets are whispered into a black furry ear (kate's) instead of my sister's.
~not as many new, amazing, gourmet food (e.g cowboy pie, fried bananas...if you can call it gourmet. more likely "exotic.")
~whenever i get my e-mail on webmail I don't have to retype my name in because bria used it last.
~my exercise video is always where i left it.
~the laundry is backed up a little more than before.
~the Internet is free at night; I don't have to wait til one o'clock to use it.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Me an Obese Priest?
I took a test that said in my past life I was an obese priest who lived in North Canada who was killed in battle. Lovely.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Softball Pirouettes
Today we had a church picnic. It started with a loverly game of a trivia thing, and then there was food and all that jazz, and then the fateful softball game I'm here to tell you about. I was so absolutely determined to hit the ball out of this world. The ground was quite wet, and to my ABSOLUTE embarrassment, I swung mightily and twirled around all the way on my toes and gracefully (so I've been told by a few people) flopped to the ground. I sat there for like one second and was so incredibly embarrassed. but then I got up. I couldn't hit the ball for like TEN pitches after that. Oh joy I felt stupid. And then I hit it badly and dad caught it. Here's where I say a bad word. Next time up to bat practically all the people who knew anything about softball and baseball were giving me millions of tips on how to connect the bat with the ball. I swung again, and fortunately I didn't pirouette that time.
Someone came over to me later, and said they'd heard all about my twirling fall. She said she'd wished she'd seen it, and that someone had gotten it on a camcorder and then she could send it to Funniest Home Videos. Haha-*sarcastic laughter*. But then I re-enacted it for her. So all was fun and it was a good day.
Someone came over to me later, and said they'd heard all about my twirling fall. She said she'd wished she'd seen it, and that someone had gotten it on a camcorder and then she could send it to Funniest Home Videos. Haha-*sarcastic laughter*. But then I re-enacted it for her. So all was fun and it was a good day.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
BEWARE! MUDDLED THOUGHTS!
Too many people I know have blogs! I could take the time to read everyone's blogs, but it would take ETERNITY! or some amount of time almost that long. I think we need to start stopping people from making blogs! Let's all congregate and start the Blog Control Organization of America.
Actually, I really do enjoy how many blogs are out there. I'm just making a big deal of it. There were some people who I didn't know well enough to carry a conversation, but now, thanks to blogs, we all know more about eachother. It's very cool.
Oh @#&*^$@^!! my luscious frappe has frozen. I stuck it in the freezer to melt, I mean thicken and chill, and it froze. not that surprising I guess.
An interesting thought came to mind just now. Why are certain things called what they are. Like, why is an oven called an oven, a tree a tree, a spoon a spoon, a pen a pen, etc. Of course,someone had to name them. I wonder if Adam had to name more things than just animals. I’d never htought about this, but could Adam speak right when God made him? That’s the impression I get from Genesis. Anyway, why call a tree a tree. Hmm, this is getting complicated. Now I’m thinking that God probably named a tree a tree, only, did He say it in English. Most likely not. So what did He call a tree? The word tree probably evolved from the word God gave it.
There’s also the Tower of Babel to think about. I wonder if when the people’s languages changed if their "linguistic area" in their brain was completely wiped out and replaced with Old English or whatever it was replaced with. Actually, they probably still made perfect sense to themselves and just couldn’t understand why everyone else was speaking strangely in gibberish. I’m afraid that I’m not educated enough on this subject to write much more. Probably quite a few of you know the answers to these simple questions and thoughts of mine. I’m not usually in a thoguhtful mood like I am now, and it’s a rather strange feeling to put a few of my many thoughts down on paper.
But, I’m going to stop "thinking" right now. I’m too muddled and tired and confused to continue. Guess I’ll go and browse some other person’s blog and read their written down thoughts.
Actually, I really do enjoy how many blogs are out there. I'm just making a big deal of it. There were some people who I didn't know well enough to carry a conversation, but now, thanks to blogs, we all know more about eachother. It's very cool.
Oh @#&*^$@^!! my luscious frappe has frozen. I stuck it in the freezer to melt, I mean thicken and chill, and it froze. not that surprising I guess.
An interesting thought came to mind just now. Why are certain things called what they are. Like, why is an oven called an oven, a tree a tree, a spoon a spoon, a pen a pen, etc. Of course,someone had to name them. I wonder if Adam had to name more things than just animals. I’d never htought about this, but could Adam speak right when God made him? That’s the impression I get from Genesis. Anyway, why call a tree a tree. Hmm, this is getting complicated. Now I’m thinking that God probably named a tree a tree, only, did He say it in English. Most likely not. So what did He call a tree? The word tree probably evolved from the word God gave it.
There’s also the Tower of Babel to think about. I wonder if when the people’s languages changed if their "linguistic area" in their brain was completely wiped out and replaced with Old English or whatever it was replaced with. Actually, they probably still made perfect sense to themselves and just couldn’t understand why everyone else was speaking strangely in gibberish. I’m afraid that I’m not educated enough on this subject to write much more. Probably quite a few of you know the answers to these simple questions and thoughts of mine. I’m not usually in a thoguhtful mood like I am now, and it’s a rather strange feeling to put a few of my many thoughts down on paper.
But, I’m going to stop "thinking" right now. I’m too muddled and tired and confused to continue. Guess I’ll go and browse some other person’s blog and read their written down thoughts.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Laziness!, Thy Name Is Cara!
I love to be slothful. None of this workaholic stuff for me. It would be so easy to live my life and just be lazy. Sleep in, watch movies, read blogs...it would be ideal. People tell me I'd get bored if I did that. Hmm. I wonder if I would. Maybe I should try it and find out. Even though I like to be slothful I'm glad I am not a sloth...(I believe that was a very profound and intelligent statement.)
School started up last monday. It "officially" started, although we're not all "gung ho" or anything yet. Just getting about five subjects max a day so far.
I've been swimming like crazy as well. My mom offered something like a dollar every four laps to whoever does the most, so I've spent a lot of time in the pool. Good exercise as well as a grand way to earn some money.
School started up last monday. It "officially" started, although we're not all "gung ho" or anything yet. Just getting about five subjects max a day so far.
I've been swimming like crazy as well. My mom offered something like a dollar every four laps to whoever does the most, so I've spent a lot of time in the pool. Good exercise as well as a grand way to earn some money.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
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