This and That

Today this area had a Christmas party. It was kind of interesting. Alfred was acting in a play, starring as an old man, and he did a dance at the end. (Had some freaky can-can step. Kind of funny.)
We played Black Jack with batsu, like cookie-dough with wasabi inside, and onion with a pickle, cream, Tabasco and jam inside, etc. Thankfully I didn't lose once, but Alfred had to eat the cookie dough after it had been all over eveyone's fingers, and the toilet floor. Mary Jane, thought you might like to hear that! hahahaha

God's Goodest Creation

For all you poeple who do not know who Kurt Cobain is, this is him. Hot huh?

Now tell me he's sexy!

Dear Patter.

I know it isn't your birthday yet, dear Patter, but I want everyone to see this when they get on tomorrow.
Happy 17 th birthday. Everyone always says, "I wish you a really really wonderful year... better than last year" etc., and that's all good and well, and I wish you that too. (You know, lots fun, travel, sex, parties, experiences, ...what do you want anyway???)
But what I wanted to say more than any of that...um, stuff...was that I am very thankful to have known you since I was 4. Thanks for being one of the best childhood friends I ever had. Cooking up nasty nasty shcemes with you was always a sheer pleasure.
Now that I think of it, we were just plain nasty children. But anyway, it's been great great GREAT to know you. (Doesn't eveyone love Patter?) I never dreamed that I would weird out the way I did, much less think you would be the way you are. But in any case, I love you, and I am so happy and proud to know you.
People who know Patty, I am sure you know exactly what I mean when I say Patty is fun, cool and has a nice nice body. Happy birthday Patter. I love you.
--Mariea.

Oh Yes He Is So So So

After so long.

My dad took me and Kenny shop to shop. He didn't help us much, and we had to do all the talking. We got out 5 CDs and 5 mags. Also prayed with 4 drunk Australian men in a bar.
I went busking on Friday night. Uncle Gideon asked me to go in the hopes that I would sing. There was no other way around it, so I made sure I was as bsuy as ever with selling CDs. It's a typical nightclub/bar area. Lots of drunk old men. ... We sold 36 CDs and I think about 8 Activated mags.
Last time when went busking, I did sing, though. And sadly, it was very embarassing, almost cried. (Especially when I found out Yuki is going to come to the party I will perform at.) ...
We went to a bazaar and there was this man about 50. He said to me, "I have a handsome son your age." I said, "Really? How old is he?" the man said, "Oh, he's 19. I looked just like him when I was young."
Oh yeah, I was cleaning out my room, which is also the the Home's storage room. While I was cleaning I found this old old old picture of when Naoki was about 19. His hair was about 1 cm long and dyed bright yellow. Hmmm, Mari, tell me what that means.
Anyway, Kurt Cobain was really hot.

The Woman

Today at school time, I sat at a different table, so I was not obligated to join the jan-ken. I wanted to prove that I could win though, but... no. Out of 5 people, I was the one "paper" amongst 4 vicious scissors. Nastiness.
My little brother told me, "I'm turning 11, I feel so old." Che.
At Wordtime today, Ubcle Gideon warned us that people who makes cutting, clever, sarcastic remarks are in danger. He said that doctors say such people are far more prone to depression. Wow.

Random

Uncle Gideon and I practiced our singing at about 6:00 am. Yesterday we went to my friends' house. I leard that Colin Farrell's an Aries. Oh. ... >>squirmies.
Today I learned some new kanijs, and I did a lot of school. (Gotta fishish it up). Lena dyed my hair. it's brown-black now. I didn't practice singing today either.

No Title

I helped to make dinner and did a lot of dishes. (Note: When I say I did dishes, this is not a complaint. "Let every man abide in the same calling wherein he was called." --1Cor. 7:20)
A sheep came over. He's 16, and he speaks pretty good English. After dinner, Uncle Gideon asked me if we could perform our song for him. It was very embarassing, but it's probably good for me.

For Mary Jane

Admit It Now, He's Sexy

I Love the Sound Of My Singing Voice

For the first time since I started practicing, I felt like a good singer today. Now, I mean really, I thought, gee, I sound better than normal. Why? I DIDN'T SING TODAY! I love the sound of my singing voice... when I don't have to hear it.
Hey well, I was faithful to do my dish job well, an extra star on my little crown. But oh man, I had to wipe the table again today. (In my Home, the kids have school in the dining room. Since it's so cold now and there's no heater in my room, I have it there too. Anyway, we have this rule that we jan-ken and the loser wipes the table.) I have wiped it just about everyday since the AIP camp.
I had very very good luck all summer, until August. I won every game of Black Jack, and it was great. And then it became sort of normal, until I went to AIP, and now it's just horrid. What is this?

November 24th.

Me and Kenny went witnessing, and then we went to the shopping mall to watch a mini-concert. (The girl who sang is kind of famous.) The concert was long, though, and I was tired, so I went and sat down on the floor of the outdoor mall.
Just when I was dozing off to sleep, I heard a funny noise, and opened my eyes to see a big Great Dane, his butt facing me. His balls were dangling straight in my face. Wow. It was a really nice dog though!
Uncle Gideon had me practice a song with him. I must have sung it at least 8 times today. It's ironic, because if I can sing, so can your neighbour's dog.

Nothing Much.

Hi Amanda and everyone. Welcome to my spur-of-the-moment blog. Today was a no-nonsense day. One of our friends came over, and he agreed to sponsor tools for this Christams. Brilliant.