It's just a blog!
What do you write in a blog...
When there was nothing assigned to blog about?
I guess I'll just have to use my imagination.
What do you write in a blog...
When there was nothing assigned to blog about?
I guess I'll just have to use my imagination.
So let's work with the layout here a little bit.
A little alignment to the right instead of the left?
What do you think about that?
A little alignment to the right instead of the left?
What do you think about that?
I'm mean, this is the traditional way isn't it?
I wonder why people post this way usually?
I wonder why people post this way usually?
I kind of like this way better.
Anyway! Back to the blogging!
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So nothing interesting happened today except for the snow other than getting dismissed "early".
We were (the people where I live and I) one of the last kids to get dismissed. *grrr...*
When they called my bus they didn't say that drivers could go too and I was pissed.
Then they called drivers and my teacher let me go. I was gonna go when Mogget was called in, but that didn't happen.
If only my mother had called...
The question of the day is what makes people go on and on about how they'll never have time to finish something, when they could've spent that time they used complaining, to do it?
I'm not saying it's a bad thing or that I don't do it because believe me, I do.
I was just wondering about it though.
My younger brother came home to do his project (3rd grade) and he sat right down and worked on it.
For about 10-15 minutes that is.
Then he asked for a 20 minute break to play video games and my mom said only 10 minutes.
He spent the next...Half hour I believe...Crying and crying about how he'll never finish it and how he can't draw and it will take too much time to color so there's no point in doing it.
If that's not subconcious percrastination...Then I don't know what it is.
We resolved it by calling my step dad.
That leads to the next question.
-F.a.R.i.SAnyway! Back to the blogging!
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So nothing interesting happened today except for the snow other than getting dismissed "early".
We were (the people where I live and I) one of the last kids to get dismissed. *grrr...*
When they called my bus they didn't say that drivers could go too and I was pissed.
Then they called drivers and my teacher let me go. I was gonna go when Mogget was called in, but that didn't happen.
If only my mother had called...
The question of the day is what makes people go on and on about how they'll never have time to finish something, when they could've spent that time they used complaining, to do it?
I'm not saying it's a bad thing or that I don't do it because believe me, I do.
I was just wondering about it though.
My younger brother came home to do his project (3rd grade) and he sat right down and worked on it.
For about 10-15 minutes that is.
Then he asked for a 20 minute break to play video games and my mom said only 10 minutes.
He spent the next...Half hour I believe...Crying and crying about how he'll never finish it and how he can't draw and it will take too much time to color so there's no point in doing it.
If that's not subconcious percrastination...Then I don't know what it is.
We resolved it by calling my step dad.
That leads to the next question.
Why does a kid listen to one parent and not the other.
I mean yeah, good parent, bad parent.
It's like good cop, bad cop.
An on-going cycle.
My mom asks Meep (the one with the project) to do homework and he cries about it.
My step dad asks him to do it...He does it.
Of course, if you know my mother, she called up my step dad and said, "What's your secret to homework?"
Well...I found it funny.
I mean yeah, good parent, bad parent.
It's like good cop, bad cop.
An on-going cycle.
My mom asks Meep (the one with the project) to do homework and he cries about it.
My step dad asks him to do it...He does it.
Of course, if you know my mother, she called up my step dad and said, "What's your secret to homework?"
Well...I found it funny.
Anger makes you say funny things.
My mom was angry with Meep and gave him two choices.
1) "You can cry all you want and you'll be grounded and not be able to go see Tyler."
2) "Or you can do your work and live a regular life."
Hmmm...There's something fishy about that don't you think.
"...live a regular life."
I asked her about it and she didn't even realize she said that.
"Did I really say, 'live a regular life'?"
*giggles*
My mom was angry with Meep and gave him two choices.
1) "You can cry all you want and you'll be grounded and not be able to go see Tyler."
2) "Or you can do your work and live a regular life."
Hmmm...There's something fishy about that don't you think.
"...live a regular life."
I asked her about it and she didn't even realize she said that.
"Did I really say, 'live a regular life'?"
*giggles*
Hey, I found it funny.
It's hard to write comedy.
It's hard to write comedy.
~*C.P.S*~
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