Sunday, April 29, 2012

Washington DC part two

Ok, so we basically spent our time walking everywhere looking at monuments. What I will always remember from the trip probably won't be everything I learned about history, but more of what I learned about me, my friends, and also all of those random things that happened, so that's what I will tell you.

At the hotels, the boys were on one side of the hall, and the girls on the other. Every night around 10ish, the teachers would knock on our doors to make sure everyone was in the room. I would normally be the one to answer the door. Almost every night, one of our other teachers would be talking to one of the boys across the hall from our room. The weird/ awkward part: he would be standing in the doorway with no shirt on! Like, seriously? You couldn't bother to put a shirt on before you answer the door?

We had to be in our rooms by 9:50 each night, so sometimes we could go from room to room. Girls were allowed in boys rooms and vise versa. You can imagine how that would occasionally get a little awkward. Nothing super awkward or bad happened, thankfully!

On the first morning, Emma knocked on the door, so I go to get it, she also had three guys with her. Jenny had barely woken up! We were all like "Leave!"

On the plane ride home, I watched about four hours of Disney Chanel.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Washington D.C.

Hello, everyone! Last night I got back from a school trip to Washington D.C., and I had lots of fun!

I got up at 1:15a.m on Sunday, got to school by 1:45, then left at 2:00. On the bus most everyone slept. We arrived at the airport at 4a.m. I was SO tired! We checked in our bags and went to wait. The plane flight took about four hours. I read The Phantom Menace novelization by... I think Terry Brooks, but I'm not sure. Then we had a 45 min. layover, then flew for another hour or two. Then we landed and drove for another two hours. FINALLY we got to our hotell at 8:30-ish. I shared a room with Paige, Jenny, and Allie. Paige and Jenny went to sleep right away, so I went to go visit friends in another room. Yep... that's all that really happend on Sunday.

On Monday we went to Williamsburg!!!!!!!!!!! I have been wanting to go there since I got the felicity movie when i was eight, about 6 years ago. It was amazing! Everything I wished, and more! It was beautiful, and then eventually it started raining. That made the trip twice as cool. The buildings that were considered "mansions" in the late 1700's, and they are still large, but they are not that large. What is so amazing about them is the elaborate decoration inside. The marble and diamonds and color and the everything! I was just like "dude..."

Tuesday: Nothing really amazing, just Monticello and some monuments. Well, it was amazing, but I'm half asleep right now, so it dosent seem like it was all that cool. But yeah... I'll finish the rest of what happend last week later, and post pictures.


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

A little (fat) grey bunny with no name

I was putting my backpack in the car, and Dad was feeding the bunnies for me. From behind the fence, I here him say "Uh oh. 'Shaak Ti', come here. There's been an accident."

I immediately knew that one of our bunnies had died, but which one had we lost? I went over to the cages, still hoping that it wasn't true, but it was. Our fat, soft, grey bunny (well, I think she is actually a rabbit, but whatever) had left us. As I begin to cry, I think back to when we got her the summer of 2010:

We are sort of an "on call" rabbit adoption family. We have three cages, plenty of yard space, and we like to bring them inside. That summer we still had one cage open, so we were just waiting to be e-mailed about an un-wanted bunny. You see, not many people want out door bunnies, they want them already house-traind because they can make good indoor pets. We take the rabbits that are just... unwanted. Either they just happened to not be adopted, or nobody wanted them. 

Any way, I was learning how to work the phones at Dads office, and was in the back shredding papers. Allyson (who was working at the front desk) came back and said "You have another pet."  I was confused, so she told me to go into my dads office room. There was the lady who got us into the whole rabbit adopting business, along with a fat grey bunny named Peanut. I knew that Peanut would make a great addition to Rudy and Ruby, our two other bunnies. 

We wanted to rename peanut, so Mom called her Kula Bula Bunny (after our cat), My dad and I called her Bunny or The Gray Bunny or Gray or Peanut or The other bunny... um yeah... an I don't know what my brother called her. So she never had an official name. 

She drank all of the water in the bottle twice as fast as the other two, ate twice as much as the other two, and was twice as fat as the other two.

She was inside just a few days ago, and passed away in her sleep. I am glad to have been able to provide her last home, and she obviously enjoyed it.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

My Favorite Color

 Not enough people want black to be a color of life, but some how associate it with death, darkness, impurity and sometimes hell.

How often are people accused of being "emo" or "goth" for loving black? Or what about when you say your favorite color is black? When I do, I occasionally get odd looks. It is sad that people use "black"  to refer to something spoiled or lost: "a black heart", "black sheep of the family", and "black death" (unless it is called that for science reasons) are all using "black" as describing something wrong, something like death, something bad.

Black just comes across wrongly to people. My mom dosen't let me wear lots of black, just because of what people will think of me if I do. She sais that when and where she grew up, girls my age could not wear lots of black because it was too "mature. I completely understand her reasons, but it is time for the world to get over it's fear of black. Everyone agrees that a little bit of black (like a piece of jewelry, or a design on a shirt) is good, but people shy away from black nails, black dresses, and stuff like that. Also black is considered "sexy". What ever nincompoop came up with that, I have no idea what they were thinking. In my personal opinion: they were drunk.

Black should not be degraded so much as to be considered "sexy". It is a color that to me means: power, peace, serenity, and beauty. If you want a "scary, ugly color" go for the weird yellow-green that blonde hair gets when it has been in too much chlorine. Yuck.

God would never have made black so prominent in nature if it was to be associated with death, but then again, death is only a piece of life where we take the journey from our world to be with Him. Lets not get into that conversation. That will be twice as long as this post!

Any way, have you ever looked into a flower that is bursting with color, and then find little lines, dots, or another design made of black in it? Or what about a ladybug or cheta or leopard or a dalmatian with their black spots? Or have you ever woken up very early in the morning, and outside, the trees are black ageist the almost black sky. If you have never seen that, go to a neer by forest and camp there and get up at five in the morning. Nothing is more beautiful. Well... maybe not nothing, but you get the point.

But I think the reason that black is associated with evil, is because white is accosted with good. Probably because everything that is white looks SUPER clean.

Sorry about that, but I had to let the world know that black is my favorite color.

Isn't that a beautiful dress?