...to all who enjoyed and beleived in this site. I hsve put it off to the side, as if to adandon it forever. As if to be nothing, even if my first blog ever. Infatct, this is the only way to comunicate with humans around the world... and enjoy myself, as I much friends with everyone. I am truly sorry.... it will never happen again... (For now)Nothing exciting is going on lately... fourth grade strikes again... but what I have noticed, is this week people have been locking me outside. It all started when I had gone to the greatest place ever.... although do not know how to spell it. (Ummm.... Gadalupe House? You get the idea) It was shower day, and my stepmom was busy with the showers, so I became bored, she let me outside, and kept the door unluked. An hour or two passed, and after breaking sticks, running threw the grass, calling for cats and making a nest, I felt as to go in. I ran to the back door and tryed to open the door. Locked. I hurled my fist against the door to get in... nobody heird me. I sat there, wondering what to do, pounding against the door calling names over and over agin. Finally, I had sed to the side of the building where the tables lay, and I jumped up onto the tallest one and scanned the windows for a open one. After finding one, I started to call names over and over agin, until they heird me and let me inside. Strike one.After school on days when my bro's at late class probably means mom will get there a little sooner, but this time she wasn't. I went up to my carppol person, and said in a jolly voice (Although fake) "Bring me with you!" She said okay and I quickly stamered. What the? I thuoght, putting my hand under my chin. The next thing I knew I was in the car.... driving off to my house. I explained the disection today.... us disecting the squid (I'll post the notes up once I'm done with em) and how I really wasn't, I was just taking notes on it. We had finally arrived at the house, and when she drove away into the distance, I found that the door was locked. Pounded on it, no answer. I pounded on every window and door, no answer came out of any og em. I felt unhappy... sitting there, with Aster by myside. An half hour passed, and I found myself still sitting there, playing with Aster. Finally, mom arrived and let me inside, telling me it wasn't my carpool person's day to bring me home. Strike two.After enjoyinf life at Whitaker ponds group, planting trees and exploring, I found that we were off to the bus stop. Minutes passed.... and I saw the bus had come late, I felt sort of bored then. I was used to the fact of this.... and it got pretty boring just standing there in the rain making cars honk at me. Or trying to hitchhike a ride. (Sigh) an hour passed slowly, and I found myself walking ovwe to shelter and waiting 15 min. there. Finally, the bus arrived, and we all piled in the bus, pushing and pulling to get in first. I found myself holding a bar, looking out the window and enjoying the heater.... strike three.Who knows the next time I shall be locked out.... it sort of frightens me, in a way...
What a heavenly day....
NOT!!!!!!!!!!Tuesday, Dec. 13, 2005"Ooooooooh Hannah, Time to get up!!!" I sunk my head into my pillow, tring to ignore the desprate call of my mom. "Oooooooh Hannah!!!!!!!" She called, over and over again, every few minutes. And- weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... sorry, please wait, need to go past all that nonsence.Awww.... thank you for waiting, on with the story and starting at after swimming:I backed away from anna, trying to mess around, when the next thing I knew I was holding my head as tightly as possible, trying to conquer the pain from me hitting me haed against the mettle poll of the porch. I hissed with horror for some reason, although I don't know why I'd hiss, and then quickly tryed to ignore it, get up, and run to the carthat was turning on trying to get my attention. I swung open the door, jumped in, swung the door tightly closed, buckled myself in, and put my hands in my lad as if nothing happened. And of course, the drove off towards the dreadful school, and- weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... BORING!!!
Sorry about that, couldn't help that bor- I mean, I couldn't help that boring stuff. Sorry again.I ran quickly to the school, tring not to be out in the cold and damp paved outside. (Even if there wasn't really a diffrence) As I jumped into the building a little happy, I suddenly tripped and fell to the ground. A little emmbarrised, I quickly got up and walked in a fast pace to the tables to have lunch. "lenntle stoo, pear, bannanna, apple," I murmured, grabbing each item out of my papper bag, and eating each one. After finishing lunch, (Wow, this isn't one of my top ten storys! Darn it!) I ran out the door of the building to run free in the little space, and to have fun with other objects, some real some not. I ran over to balance on a little wodden rectangle keeping all the bark chips in, when I fell off and hit the ground with a big "THUMP!!!" and landing on my wittle arm(sniff). It felt as numb as your mouth was at a dentist when they put that yucky stuff in their, and you just KNOW something's bad going to happen after that.Well, about a momment later I was backing away from my friends, and accidentally toppled over the slide and hurt my back. I sucked my lip, trying to ignore all of the pain, although it wasn't the start of anything.A few minutes latee, I walked over to my other friend, my arm and back in pain. "Hay!" called somebody, about to throw their ball to my friend, "Head's up!" No, no, it didn't hit HIM, it hit me in the eye, and I actaully saw stars run around my mind for a split second. After my back hurting, my arm numb, and now a bad eye, I burst into tears and ran across the playground cupping my eye, everything was hust a big blur. "Hannah! Hannah! What happened?!" seemed to be echoing around me, I didn't stop though, I ran on to try to hide myself. I ran through the door of the school, and halfway their, My teacher stopped me and asked me what happened. "Somebody hit me in the eye accidentally..." I said, trying to stop crying. Next thing I knew, an ice pack was in my hand, and I was still tightly covering my eye. The bell suddenly rang, and I ran to the classroom. Everyone crouded me and asked me "What's wrong? What's wrong Hannah?" I only answer with this; "A lot of things, actaullly." After the holl read aloud, I felt like evweryone was staring at my eye in disgust, and Melia is afraid to even look at you.... Why?! I MEAN, WHY DO I ALWAYS GET HURT!!!!!!!!!???????
Smokey, my dear 6 year old tabby cat, he looks sort of like mercury in a way.Aster, my bombay kitten when she was very young and we had brought her home. Looking at this pic is telling me aster really hasn't grown much, even if she's one now and full grown.Picture of my beloved Mercury coming soon(When I get my camera developed).
Jennifer Government: NationStates^Access to a wonderous game of the gods and goddesses, also known as a really diffucult game where you never looses, and you never win. Just think... the only way to quit the game is either not accessing it until twenty seven days have gone by, or braking a few rules and getting deleted by the mods. Heh... Ask me any of your questions about the game. ^
Hello everyone reading this topic,(Sob) My beloved grayish brown tabby cat has run away... and he is not neidored. We were going to neidor him next week, but the next think I knew he was gone and missing. If you find him, please do contact us at 503-282-7260. Thankyou, come again.He is a large 12 month old marble color tabby cat who loves to eat, although is a very nice and cuddely cat who wants to play with other cats but uaully gets a big swat in the face instead. If found, I beg you to tell us... Thank you, come again again.