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New Apartment!

The blog-worthy thing I was planning on doing today kind of fell through when, among other things, I had to spend way longer than expected at the post office. And not the fun Carrboro post office where everyone loves Mark Twain and teaches you dance moves while you wait in line. The Cary post office, where everyone’s annoyed and won’t stop talking about rising crime rates. But our new place isn’t all bad! Here are some good things about it! Or, at least, new things!

1. This park

Not pictured: the pedal boats

There’s this park near my house with lots of hiking trails that are really pretty!

In Carrboro this would have been a frisbee golf course, but whatever

2. Fireplace!

Complete with fun wedding pictures on the mantel!

3. Display Case!

So far I’m using it to keep my tea sets and other cool things

4. Bluebell!

Okay, this is more of a recent development for all of North Carolina, but still

Still don’t have them at either Harris Teeter or Food Lion. We finally found these at Walgreens.

5. New Book Case!

It was too small for any one section, so we decided to stock it with everything we had to read for school at some point

Mine is the top shelf and Steven has the other two. He’s a hoarder. I arranged my shelf in chronological order. Here are the titles if you’re curious: Read the rest of this entry »

Steven’s Hair Round 2: Spitfire

You probably remember that for the last two months Steven has had rainbow hair. But his roots were growing out, and some of the colors (particularly the green) had faded to look kind of weird so it was time for a change. Here are some before shots:

I wonder how often Rainbow Dash has to touch up her roots

This side looks better, but the yellow and orange have kind of become one

There was much debate about what he should do. Melissa was all for a full on Gilderoy Lockhart, but then he would have to wear only lavender-colored wizard robes, which would be kind of hard to play tennis in. Both Vinyl Scratch and Twilight Sparkle had color combos that would have looked really cool, but it turned out to be impossible to dye them on top of the yellow he already had going on. So, he decided on Spitfire!!

She’s the captain of the Wonderbolts!! They do tricks and fail to save people from dragons.

I think it turned out pretty great:

AH MY HEAD IS ON FIRE

The back

This side has the most flames

I feel like I’m married to an anime character and it is awesome.

Second Grade Journal: Cracking the Code

I was going to give you the July Spam Report today, but then I found something even more amazing and misspelled! That’s right, Spambots, you still have roughly 2 hours of July left to wow me before I write Friday’s post!

When they came to help me move, my parents brought a bunch of stuff of mine that was still hanging around their house, including a box of my old journals. Since I’d already transcribed these, I didn’t bother looking at them very closely, although I was pleased to be able to read about how “LISA IS A BUTT!” in the original gel pen. However!! Today I noticed one hiding amongst them that I definitely didn’t remember transcribing:

I was wondering about my terrible taste in cover art when I noticed the “Fairfax County Public Schools” logo in the bottom right

That’s right, team, this is my second grade journal!! Careful detective work has led me to believe that keeping one was a school assignment, because some of the entries are obviously written from prompts. There are 33 of them, mostly less than a page, between September 8th, 1994 and January 11th, 1995. January 12th, I discovered from reading the last entry, was the day I left school to move to Florida and immediately stopped writing since it was no longer required.

The most striking thing about these entries is how difficult they are to decipher:

Handwriting and spelling combine into a perfect storm of illegibility

So I thought it would be a fun game to give you badly spelled excerpts from my journal and see if you can figure out what I’m talking about. Ready?

Sept. 19, 1994. We went to a prak. The prak had a maz and a salid and sam tiers and sam swe’s and makey brs.

At first I thought I might be talking about a kind of salad. This next one kind of borders on the philosophical/emo in a weird way:

Sept. 21, 1994. I like my class room. thaee is a fox he is mie favirt. He is string at me like sad but happy at the sama time. He make’s me tinek of all the times I was happy.

Clearly I anticipated the ermahgerd meme by a number of years. Here’s a challenge:

Oct. 3, 1994. Yestr day I went to chr. I had kamiyin with my friad.

Also, super elementary school drama!!!!

Nov. 28, 1994. Today Gady is rejndoutid from my friend list!!!! Vaneli is now my 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 frined. Not that I evr had a 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 frined’s anyway. and reading this is none of your beeswaks Gady

I think I mean “Gabby”. Still, tense stuff. But nothing compared to December, 5th, 1994. The worst day of my lief.

Dec. 5, 1994. Today is the worst day of my lief. Frist we were going to the Daskaverwe Zone but it was in’t open. Second I found a very petty rock and I call’d Vaneli and on the phone I said I found a crystal so she came down and said it was stupid. Third my mom got mad when my new shert got full of mud and I did’t know why it was there. fourth I got lock’d in thomas toyboxs for a long time and I got hot. fifth here I am doing my homewrok when I don’t want to.

I stand by this assessment. Discovery Zone is closed, no one appreciates my cool rock, I’m hot and muddy AND doing homework? Def the worst day of my life so far. Good call on that, 7-year-old Patricia.

My journal ends thusly:

Jan. 11, 1995. Tomrrw is my last day of school… My mom mand me serll for breakfst. She was sapost to put suger in it but she put salt in it.

Except not quite. Turn a few blank pages and you find, in carefully practiced cursive:

Feb. 9, 1997. I have lived in Florida for two years. Sarah is my best friend here. I’m in fourth grade. I’m an all A student!

Thanks for the update, 9-year-old Patricia.I bet my Second Grade Journal was really wondering how you’ve been.

Answers (that I can figure out) to this exciting activity after the cut: Read the rest of this entry »

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