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Entry 6

4/25/2017 I am soaked. My hands feel a bit raw. My throat burns. My feet are muddy. My arms are sore. The sun feels hot on my skin. Water droplets cling to my glasses.
What happened, you ask?  
Water. Water happened.

My Face When- Narnia

It is HIGH time I made another one of these!! And Chronicles of Narnia being one of by bestest movies, I thought I would do some Pevensie pictures. YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION TO LAUGH.
Before we get started, however, we have a birthday to make a poem about!!! A is for aesthetic, obviously B is for beautiful, beautiful soul B is for Best At Being the Queen I is for illegally awesomerest E is for Enthusiastic, Energetic and Epic Abbie, you're amazing. Keep being you.

Without further, ado..

Entry 5

Entry 5 This one is a bit long, sorry! The dogs are all at my heels growling and whining good naturedly for food. Jasper the cat sits sedately, his tail wrapped around his legs, his eyes blinking lazily. Cats. Mum runs up to the car to remind dad to get toilet paper, eggs and milk. Dad tells Douglas we will get cerveza (beer) and he chuckles in his deep easy way. Dad is now speaking in Spanish to them and they are talking back and I am going to read. Later… (Note: if you are squeamish about grossness and blood and muddy toes, you might want to skip this section) We go down some steps into a large area, covered in various places-wherever the stands are. A woman yells out “Naca tamale!” By way of greeting. The stands themselves are watched by men and women boys and girls their wares all set out and mingling among each other. They sell fruits and vegetables, eggs, toys, shirts, shoes, kitchen supplies, anything from tomatoes to tajatadoras. The ground is dirt and mud with th…

Maybe Something New???? (Oh and that song I promised you)

Because when you live in a place like I do, internet is pesky, scarce, annoying and constantly dying for three days in a row. Like it did to me. So I DID get Pocketwatch Melody on YouTube, and you CAN see it, and I'll put the link down at the bottom of this post.

With that outta the way, how's about that new thing!! We will all quietly ignore the fact that I ALWAYS say I'll do something and then rarely get around to it. HEY AT LEAST I APOLOGIZE?? #winning
On a more serious note, my New Idea™ is to do music reviews!!! *cheers wildly* *realizes no one else is cheering*
But not really because this is really cool!! I am going to take Singers that I personally like and tell you all about them, there best songs, what kind of music they write, and if it's appropriate for all ages. THAT BEING SAID, I WILL NOT LISTEN TO ANYTHING EXPLICIT OR BAD ON PURPOSE. What I mean by appropriate for all ages is more like this:
Veggietales. Its not really for adults, though they can lis…

I Have Changed My Mind + Pockwatch Melody

So I told you all  was doing The Call. I told myself and my family and some friends. I told the guitar and the piano and Ophelia's Uncle's third cousin 5 times removed on his mother's side that I would sing and film The Call.
Weeeellll..... I did!!
But you can't see it. It's atrocious and I can't get it right and I really don't like it. So. Instead I am going to do a different song to get this song singing thing up and running.
It's a song I just wrote the other day and I had a feeling it will be put into a future musical that does not exist at this point in time.
Or maybe it will go into my musical-in-progress called The Other Side of the Coin.
Which is not about money lenders or money makers or even barely about money!!
Okay I guess it plays a semi-important role, but WHATEBER. (I am loving this word!!) Basically just envision a little street urchin, muddy and crying on the street. A rich man comes up to her and asks what is wrong. She was just m…

Entry 4

4/20/2017 Meg is crying and clinging to the dustpan long handle. Rebekah has the firmer grip and has wrenched it from the little girl's grasp. “You have to let me carry it Margaret!” She says, “you'll just fall and drop it!” I come over to inspect the scene. The dustpan has dirt and pebbles and old coconut husks in it. Rebekah promptly goes downstairs to put it away and Meg slaps the bookshelf. I pick up Margaret and bring her over to my chair. “I didn't swap Becky!” she tells me. “I know, but you still slapped the bookshelf. The point is you don't need to hit anything just because you're mad.” She doesn't look at me. I situate her more comfortably on my lap. “Do you know why she wouldn't let you carry that downstairs?” She still doesn't look at me. “Meg. Do you know why?” She looks up. “Why?” “Because if you brought it downstairs, you might fall and those stairs are cement and you would get hurt very bad.” “But she wouldn't wet me bwing it…

Just... Whyyyy???????

As I sit at my teeny deskish thing, swatting mosquitoes and dreading the math I'm currently avoiding, I feel...

Welcome to my brain, where all of rhe above are my normal mood!! :P

But dont feel sorry for me, you curious lump of mashed turnip and egg stew, I also feel a lot of nostalgia SO WE'RE ALL GOOD.
Its 6:52 as I write these words and I am frantic to finish this post so I will rush right along!!

I sort of kind of a lot maybe failed in my goals for last month, so yeah thats great... And you would be listening to a song of mine by now if a string hadn't broken on the guitar... Yeeaahhh..... Sort of kind of a lot maybe relieved because I'M A SCARED MUFFIN PEOPLE, AND I GET GOOSEBUMPS EVERY TIME I THINK OF POSTING MYSELF SINGING ONLINE.
INTERNET IS KIND OF FOREVER SO... Yah jo stress there at all.

Aaaanyway, BIG NEWS!!! I have to finish two years worth of highschool in 6ish months.

Also weirdo that I am using hashtag…

Entry 3

Entry 3 I am sitting on my bed with a bunny curled against my stomach in one hand, his heartbeat against my palm, his plump stomach making noises.

They don't use the toilet in their sleep, do they? I hope not. Today has been fairly uneventful. We had a scrumptious breakfast of french toast and sausage. Quite a nice change from oatmeal. We spent some time in a very interesting occupation that engaged all our finely attuned and widely varied brain capacities and… I may or may not have simply forgotten what in the world we did this morning. It was probably boring. We watched Rogue one before lunch, and for lunch we had barbecued chicken and a meat of which I know not the owner. We had potato salad- but without mustard, and I made guacamole. Rachel deep fried potato chips, and we had pickles. Quite a luxury. Douglas, Ninoska, Ezekiel, Paul and Bing all dined with us. After lunch, we did chores, and I listened to the parents talking while doing dishes. I also tried t…