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It came to my attention that I hadn't updated this in a loooong time. Like a super long time. My original vision of up-keeping a blog didn't turn out how i had expected. I mean, I wasn't thinking it would be a time to lazily sit down and giggle over the latest event in the Mlinek household while sipping hot cocoa and enjoying the serenity of the drizzle of raindrops outside. That would be nice though. No, instead it became one of those things that would pop in my head in the most inconvenient times, and I would surely forget about it a few moments later. I suppose the real culprit is Facebook, because I would be sharing stories for many more people to enjoy on there, as opposed to here. I guess this is more private in a ways, but it makes no difference to me because i ought to be equally careful about both. I don't think anyone bothers to check this now, thank goodness, because there is nothing to see anymore, anyways. So now I'll write a post about nothing really (I'm just in the writing mood and can't seem to continue on my story), and try to figure out this new Blogger setting (I actually don't think it's new at all [and it makes it more confusing, despite what they say], it's only new to me!). I have to find a way to finally allow Kelsey to view this, upon her request (so Kelsey, if you're reading this, I have succeeded!). And sorry for taking so long ;) Maybe I'll try to show more dedication to this? Well, I'll probably forget about that soon anyways... ;)

I Wish I Was

Every Tuesday I walk over from middle school to the elementary school and help around a kindergarten class for an hour. I get service learning hours for that. Anyways, I noticed the kids talking excitedly about being able to play with "ice" when they finished their work. Later on, they had opened a bin that always has some substance in it, whether it's water or sand, or who knows what! I walked over and thought, "why is there ice in the classroom, and why hasn't it melted?" Upon further inspection, it seemed like little watery, clear balls. They were practically minuscule, but all together I could see how it was snow. I reached to pick some up, but the kids frantically told me that I had to wash my hands first. Let me first explain that most kids in there LOVE me. They love to tell me stories and like to give me hugs and pictures that they drew in their free time. That's why I love kindergartners; they're so sweet and innocent (mostly, haha). So, as I went to wash my hands, one kid cried out, "She doesn't have to wash her hands! She owns the school!" The kids all just accepted this like it was perfectly reasonable, but I had to tell them that I didn't actually own the school. The snow was super cool, too :)

My Great Relationship, and How It Quickly Ended

I'll start my story of my love life with explaining my English teacher, Mrs. Donoho. Seems weird, right? Well, don't worry, this is the story of how I made up a relationship for laughs. My English teacher can often show her passion for English by going crazy over something like prepositions and semi colons. So anyways, in class one day we were reviewing complex and compound sentences. We were sharing some complex sentences we made up ourselves. Mrs. Donoho asked one student if they used a semi colon in their sentence, and when they confirmed that, she practically yelled, "Oh I knew you used a semi colon, haha!! I'm sorry, I just get so excited over semi colons." Everyone kind of looked around at each other and burst out laughing, because no one goes crazy over semi colons, except for Mrs. Donoho I guess.
I thought it was really funny, so I told all my friends and other kids in my English class that I asked Semi Colons to the dance coming up just to make Mrs. Donoho jealous. The next day I was acting all crazy and telling everyone that me and Semi Colons were just meant to be and wondering if Semi Colons felt the same way about me. One of my friends told Mrs. Donoho that I asked Semi Colons to the dance, and she must have remembered that day because she thought it was hilarious! That night I got a brilliant idea. But, technically, it required patience (meaning I had to wait 2 days to tell the story thoroughly). I told everyone that I was totally breaking up with Semi Colons because all Semi Colons would talk about was "Mrs. Donoho this, and Mrs. Donoho that", "Mrs. Donoho loves putting me in sentences!".
I realized that if I didn't soon break up with Semi Colons he would start cheating on me. So the next day I told everyone that I found Adjective, or Adjective found me! Adjective was always complementing me, and was such a sweetheart. I told Mrs. Donoho, and she thought it was clever and loved my story. I'm letting the story go, though, because I can't break up with Adjective, can I? ;)

Lucy is Reeeaaally Something Else

At church today we had to sit in the back where there are individual chairs. Next to Lucy was a little girl maybe a year younger, so about 3 or 2. They started whispering to each other, and talking about things like different movies they have at their house, and the like. So this little girl (name unknown) asked Lucy our names. When she asked what Mom's name was, Lucy replied*, "Aunt Becca". I wonder if Lucy will start calling Mom "Becca" or "Aunt Becca" now.*

*This post was mainly for you, Aunt Becky ;)
**I still remember when Lucy would call Mom "Momu" To bad that habit left!

A Mixed -Up Post

I finally got a retainer! But I'm not that happy about it. I am certainly grateful that its not that noticeable, and I do want to get it, along with braces, out of the way. The thing is...it hurts!!! It hurts taking it off and on, and then it hurts while off or on. I know that's its going to be good, and I'm not saying that it's all bad. I'm maybe just not used to the feeling, since I did just get it. Oh well. Lucy was very sweet and said I wasn't talking funny like I felt I was (though she did go on to complain how I never let anyone else drink apple cider because I drink it all myself).

Now I feel like talking about apple cider*. Anyone that lives in the same house as me knows that I am the biggest fan of apple cider you will ever find. I looooooooooooooooooove apple cider. I am alive because of (1)weekends (2)friends and (3)apple cider. I love to drink it hot or cold, but you can't beat Mom's spiced apple cider. Sometimes I'll just put some in a cup and warm it up for 30 seconds because it warms you up just as well as hot cocoa. Hot cocoa fans might think I'm crazy, but I think apple cider totally beats hot cocoa!

Apple cider makes think of Fall. As I had been saying earlier today, Fall defines me. I love Fall 100% more than any other season. I love the crisp air, the beautiful leaves, the perfect wear-a-jacket kind of weather. The food is always the best, because there's thanksgiving, the no.1 food holiday. And there's always pumpkin food, apple foods (Yes, apple cider!) different pies, I could go on for ever! And I would never forget Halloween (or my birthday being in fall, for that matter). I actually had a dream that I missed Halloween, and my sisters all had big bags of candy, and I had to ask them for candy, yet again**. I love how there is always a sort of excitement you can't bubble up that comes around during fall (during Christmas/Winter there's that magical feeling of love and happiness that I love, too). I feel like every one gains a certain energy in Fall. Why do people send their kids out during summer? It's too hot. We personally live outside during Fall, if not in school. I could go on and on about Fall, but it would be safer for me not to, because I would literally never stop! The only damper on Fall is that it means school. But i can deal with that.
*Apple cider even deserves it's own color!
**Since in Junior High, we don't have little parties on Valentines day or season-themed parties (which is kind of nice because friends give you personal gifts, and its something they wanted to do, and weren't forced to do it so it means more) they all get a piece of candy for desert, I need something so they have to give me something, and don't worry, because I do fully appreciate this.

Good Old School

What's better than waking up at six in the morning to go get your education, the basis of your future life? School: where you get to see what the term one-on-one time means when your teacher asks where your homework is*. School is also a place to meet new people, usually by thinking in your head, why the heck can't this person walk any faster? Don't they know I have a bus to catch? In school you'll learn what frustration really is, and you'll also be able to see (live!) what snobby little brats are. You will be given small tests (free!) that will show you that you were able to remember things from 2nd grade. School is the best place to go for 25 minute lectures (guaranteed!) and classwork assignments given a minute before the end of class. Everything here is guaranteed, or the PTA will ask for even more money. Go to how to torture Katie.com for more information. And don't tell me school is good for you in the end. You've never been to my school.
*Thank goodness I have not had that happened to me!