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...not all it's cracked up to be...

Eighth grade is really quite boaring. Sure, you get to call people Sevies, and you know your teachers better, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. I'm at the end of the line for passing easily. Everyone claims that Hight School is SOOOOO MUCH HARDER!!! but those predictions haven't really proven themselves in prior years, so I'm not going to worry too hard. Life will go on one way or another. I'm happy now, that's what matters. As long as my life is working out, as long as I work hard and reap the results, as long as I'm alive and breathing I'm content with my lot. Those are my thoughts of the last three minutes, so there.

Shuffle'n life

So, i took my green mini into the apple store today, and they told me it's hard drive was terminal. They also told me my warranty was up. What a drag, and my named engraved on it and everything. It was my first iPod!!! Then, the guy told me Apple recycles old iPods, and if you trade it in, you get a 10% discount on another iPod. I thought it was cool, so my mom told me to chose an iPod and we'll trade it in. so i thought ROCK ON! I looked around for one of the cheaper iPods, and I came up with this....

a (product) RED shuffle. It's 2 gigs, $70, $63 with the discount, 500 songs. It's simple. The shell is really beautiful! I love it. I'll never quite get over the green mini, though.

Last day of School!

I write to you from the day my burdens lighten! School is no more. I am free, my cage is unlatched and I can fly! I soar over new horizons, fly away while time permits. Live is lovable now. Nothing can forbid me otherwise of my choices between outside and in. The completion of this school year means a lot. These are going to be my friends until collage, and even farther still! Life is good. I just have to deal with it.

Love Life!

I've made a schedual that is absolutely flawless. I have time to read the scriptres, exercise, pray, even take a shower! It's amazing what a little bit of smart planning can do. I love finding out new ways to be happy and thriving. Al so, today during lunch, My friend came over to eat with us. H told us that because he was Greek Orthadox, he and his family starting today will not eat meat for fourty days, with light breakfasts, lunches, and dinners! He was very doubtful so I decided to join him. Ok, that means that i won't have any meat until April 19th! This is my challange for myself. Love Life!

The Shack

OK, I have a friend named Devin(girl) and we are inseparable. We hang out every day it seems, even though she just moved here about seven months ago. In her backyard, there are some horse stalls (typical of Arizona), and among those horse stalls is a tool shed, or as we call it, the shack. Once Sierra (my life-long buddy) shed her gaze upon it, her mind exploded with ideas. For example;Lets make it into our club house, lets paint it, lets fix it up, lets put carpet in it, lets buy rugs for it, (ext...). As for me, I had only one measly idea; Lets make it into our M.E.E.P. headquarters (M.E.E.P. stands for Mormon Elephants Exceeding Perfection, a club I made up about one years ago that never really caught on). Yes we did all of that, besides the carpet thing, we painted the floor instead. So all weekend, we painted, decorated, and even managed too have a sleep over! Fun, fun. I'll get some pictures later, but for now, here's a brief explanation of the entire thing.

-The shack is about as big as a large elevator with the door at the short end to one side.
-The shack has a large table built in, reaching from short side to short side, and it is on the wall to the left when you walk in.
-We painted the whole thing white, then splatter painted it with blue green and orange, the coolest colors in the world. It got a little messy and sierra, Dev, and I all have paint in our hair still.
-Think of a maroon-sh brown color, that is the color of the outside of the shack. We were not allowed to paint the outside.
-Imagine a red little dinky mailbox taped to the outside wall and also to a plank of wood coming out of the ground.
-You've got the picture

Beatrice Everett (your loving interior designer)

Molly the Dog

Motherhood is hard, even if your "kid" is a dog. I've just bought a journal on Wednesday and i love it. I haven't found one flaw with this beautiful book. It is a joy to write in, and I have written in my journal every day since I got it. Back to the story. Last night, molly chewed two things; a brush, and my journal. Trust me, I was not going to let this one just slip by, mostly because I was going to write in this thing for a year if I could. I was white hot with anger in it's most pure form. I decided to postpone the punishment until after I had repaired the journal. A portion of the bottom was missing, so I put it back together again. As I was arranging it, molly walked by, awaiting the fire coming. As she walked, I started to think about a piece of advice I've tried to live by, "Forgive and Forget." I wondered "how in all of hades could I forgive this dog of ruining my precious book?" The answer came in a mild revelation. I continued working, and once I finished I got up and walked toward Molly. She hesitated, but eventually let me pick her up, and I started to cry. Now let me clear something up, I don't cry with tears, I cry by feeling sadness fill my entire body, which I consider worse. So I'm crying, and molly is waiting for something bad to happen, but it doesn't come. Molly is confused and I start apologizing for my coldness to her, and forgiving her for ruining my journal. We are now both happy that this has been put behind us. Life is good.

I know what you're thinking, but I have raised my pup from when she was only a few weeks old, and I have treated her almost like a human baby. I suits me. I'm not some mentally retarded freak that got a dog out of nowhere and now it's my only friend, or something. I assure you that I'm a mentally healthy person that just loves her dog very much.

-Beatrice Everett (your typical dog sympathizer)