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I just went to Wegmans and got the coolest tea mug. It is huge—two cup's worth of tea—and has the word "Tea" written all over it in various sizes. Definitely cool. I also got Terra chips. Those things are good. If you haven't tasted them, go try some. Now.

Anyway, I want to get as much sleep as possible since I have no school tomorrow. I might post more later.

Dude, it's just an accident!

Have you heard about the Vice President Dick Cheney accidentally shooting a hunting partner? The guy is alive and probably will live over it. Yet the newscasters seem to treat this as some kind of major thing that reflects on Dick Cheyney, the US, etc. That's disgusting. Hunting accidents and sporting accidents (hunting=gun/arrow shooting=sport) happen every day, yet just because it happened to be the vice president involved in it, it gets sprayed all over America and the news as some kind of omen-graffiti. Every time the newscaster talks about it (2 to 3 times an hour, maybe?), I want to call them up and scream at them. Even the newscaster says it, and nobody catches on. It's an accident. It wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. Fix it, forgive it, forget it. These things happen. I don't know how many times I have done something stupid while doing archery. I know at one point, I carried my bow down to the end of the range as I got my arrows, only to be told by my teacher that that is not traditionally done. Though I didn't accidentally shoot anybody, it is just that: an accident. It HAPPENS. DROP IT.

Thank you for putting up with my rant. If I held this in for one minute more, I think I'd explode.

Which wouldn't be publicized on the news because I'm not famous. Honestly—celebrity people have enough life trouble, like everyone else, as it is. Let them have some privacy and LEAVE THEM ALONE. If they want to publicize themselves, fine. But doesn't everyone have something that they don't want the world to know?

Okay, I think I'm really done this time. Off to supper, where hopefully I won't hear about this ACCIDENT on the news again.

This is interesting...

I can write. I might do this for next year. Probably not with this blog, but maybe a new one. Who knows. Click the title to look at it.

Okay, I'm back.

Okay, so I think the people concerned about teenagers being stupid on blogs applies to major teenage blogs. Not Blogger. And it's not like I drink, smoke, or do other stupid things. And I don't pretend to do them because they are stupid. Why would I post those sorts of things? And I don't think I would be enough of an idiot to post personal information like my name or exact location. So I might keep posting after all... although I don't blog that much anyway.

I finally got to see Les Misérables on Dec. 22 at 2 PM, exactly eleven hours and sixteen minutes after finishing the book. It was really good, but some of the staging was kind of weird. But don't get me started on that.

As for me maybe having trouble with my gym teacher not wanting to carry around glucose tablets and me getting into trouble... I have a different teacher who doesn't mind me carrying my purse (for me, a bag of medical junk and other assorted stuff). So I think I may be home free... but who knows.

It is almost time for me to choose courses for next year. I am going to probably take all of my core classes as honors or AP, German 4, Symphonic Orchestra, and <drumroll> Computer Science.</drumroll>! <cymbal crash></cymbal crash> I can learn to program and get credit for it, too!

Right now, it is snowing outside. This may or may not cancel school Monday. If we do have a snow day on Monday, I will be unable to comment on how happy I feel because I will be asleep for as much of the day as my parents will allow. And then I will most likely puzzle about the people who feel compelled to go grocery shopping or just out driving because it is snowing or the roads are bad. That's just weird.

The Friday before the Super Bowl, I found a package on my doorstep as I came home from school. It was covered in permanent marker, as if something had been corrected many times, and there were several labels on it, one or two of which were crossed out. One was circled. Sometime around the beginning of January, I used a giftcard at Homestarrunner.com (see link in sidebar) to buy a babydoll TROGDOR the BURNiNATOR shirt. The package was my shirt, and it was so late in being delivered because I had forgotten one digit in my house number. So I would like to thank the wonderful people at the US Postal Service for figuring that out, and the creators of the H*R site so that I could get a TROGDOR shirt in the first place. I wore it out to Joe's Crab Shack on Friday night and to a Super Bowl party for my church's youth group on Sunday. Oh yeah.

I am still learning to drive. Today was my first day: driving in inclement weather (rain and then some snow), driving over 35 mph (50 mph!), driving mostly on major roads, and parking in a store parking lot. And driving home with canned mushrooms, frozen bagels, and hamburger buns. But what my dad and I got from Shoppers isn't a big deal. Let's just say that I was kinda scared but didn't hit anybody.

Anyway, I think that this post could probably be published as a novella right now, so I should stop writing because the people reading this probably have other things to do. I will try to post semi-regularly, people. Really. I'm just BUSY.

And thank you to the people who commented on my last post... you two were the deciding factor in me starting blogging again.