Dip-dip

Dip dip. Dip di'p dipip dip didipip, dip dip dip dipdip dipid.

Ah yes, and then there's that game

I done played Apples to Apples on Sunday with Anan and The Adiaphoron and her sister. Ad won first as she got eight cards before the rest of us… narrowly… but we kept playing till suppertime, at which point i was leading with twenty-eight. (Anan! You said "I am Fishy, Hostile, Dreadful, Boring, Irritating, Frustrating, Careless, Dazzling, Crazed, Graceful, Grumpy, Virtuous, Cranky, Gross, Edible, Mysterious, Cosmopolitan, Stately, Insane, Normal, Bold, Quiet, and Natural. Beat that!" We both beat you. If you want i'll beat you again, monkey arms!)

That introduced, i am:

1. Confused
2. Hot
3. Primitive
4. Trite
5. Sultry
6. Disgraceful
7. Bogus
8. Comical
9. Embarrassing
   
10. Delicious
11. Popular
12. Elegant
13. Handsome
14. Durable (i'd mention what won that one, but i promised Anan i wouldn't)
15. Greasy
16. Gigantic
17. Defective
18. Deep
19. Darling
20. Daring
21. Naive
22. Frisky
23. Fresh
24. Patriotic
25. Flexible
26. Flammable
27. First-Class
28. Talented

Right. So.

I'm sick again. Yippee. More tea and less cleaning, but that's not good, as the son of the Lutheran Bishop of Kenya is coming on Friday, and the house is still a mess. Oh deah. So why am i blogging?

…

I don't know. Goodnight.

diapers and spilled milk

I babysat yesterday, five girls. Lovely kids, and i'm not being sarcastic (*gasp*). Ages 1, 3, 6, 8, and 9. Same family.

The oldest three were big helps, and it wasn't hard to get them to do chores etc. The youngest two were a bit different, but still. The three-year-old was too scared to finish The Lion King and required me to stay with her (not that i minded missing the end of the movie) and tell a story, but i like telling stories. And whenever i tried to get something done, she would follow me and repeat, to the point of annoyance, "Maggie!" "What?" "I love you." And then i don't feel like i can tell her to stop saying that.

The baby was probably the toughest to care for, if only because i'm not around babies much. I'm glad that sometime after she woke up, she got enough used to me to allow me to carry her around, ("Maggie, i hold you,") and she was happy most of the time. She went down fairly quietly for nap. She had a crib, though. She couldn't get up and come downstairs like the three-year-old could, and did, till i told some more story and tucked her in with her doggy. They both slept for a long time, and i actually just about finished my art homework. (I finished the rest of it this morning.)

I love coffee.

language note

On another hand, Gaelic wouldn't be bad, and Mom might let me since i've "learned" a commonish language and a dead one, for roots and such.

Yes i know i'm a day late.

Which frog are you?

books

I read The Scarlet Pimpernel. I liked it, though it wasn't exceptional, and i probably would've liked it more if i hadn't seen the main part of the end coming (the secret). Hmph.

I'm reading The Adventures of Pinocchio now. It's definitely a kid's book, but entertaining.

"Poor Pinocchio! I really pity you!"

"Why do you pity me?"

"Because you are a puppet and, what is worse, because you have a wooden head."

At these last words Pinocchio jumped up in a rage, and snatching a wooden hammer from the bench he threw it at the Talking Cricket.

Perhaps he never meant to hit him; but unfortunately it struck him exactly on the head, so that the poor Cricket had scarcely breath to cry Cri-cri-cri, and then he remained dried up and flattened against the wall.

That happens fairly early, and from then on it's the ghost of the Talking Cricket who guides Pinocchio.

[two men] And becoming more and more angry, from words they came to blows, and flying at each other they bit, and fought, and scratched manfully.

Lol… manfully.

I'm also considering Italian as a fourth language when i finish the Latin textbook. It's probably that or Russian. Perhaps a 'fourth language' is the wrong way to put it; 'third and a half,' maybe. I don't plan on doing Latin all the way. Maybe i'll do something with languages in college. Of course, that's then competing with Music Education and English Composition. Oh dear. I wouldn't like to do a double major if possible. There's always minor.

Oh, oh, oh!

This hat has gotta be mine! Ohhhhh…

Picture for everlastingness! It's got a flower on the left side, and the thingy round it dangles off the back, and it comes with a hatbox, and it's such a pretty style, and and and IT'S AN ORANGE HAT! *gasp* It's vintage too!



*sniff* Fifty dollars… i'd even take this if it weren't vintage… and didn't come with a box… or a flower… *sniffsniff*

If i could convince five friends to give me ten dollars each, or ten friends to give me five dollars each, or eight friends to give me six dollars and twenty-five cents each, or nine friends to give me approximately five dollars and fifty-six cents each, or two friends to give me twenty-five dollars each, or four friends to give me twelve dollars and fifty cents each, or seven friends to give me approximately seven dollars and fourteen cents each, or three friends to give me approximately sixteen dollars and sixty-seven cents each, or six friends to give me approximately eight dollars and thirty-three cents each, or one friend to give me fifty dollars, i could pay the shipping and handling! Right. *starts looking for seven friends with approximately seven dollars and fourteen cents each to spare*