Salutations!

Salutations!

I *sniff* spent *sniff* Valentine's Day...alone.  Well, relatively alone.  You see - it was a school day, but I meant "alone" as in "sans Lol-y Boy", capisci?


     That is one of the unfortunate consequences in a long-distance relationship of neither involved party being able to get a ride or  get a license*.  I haven't even begun learning how to drive.  Can you say "stupid AG, what are you thinking?"
      Not that it's stupid to spend Valentine's Day alone, or that it's stupid to not know how to drive.  It's stupid for me  to not know how to drive because-
          a)I have younger siblings
          b)It's a long way to where my lover-boy lives
          c)I have to get to school early(very very early)in the morning
          d)It would help my parents like air helps paint dry. It can be done by other gasses, but it is much more convenient with air.


     See, only one of those was excessively selfish!


     I have started to pull my grades up(Thank goo'ness for the second semester!) so I will probably pick back up on my posting(yay!).  Since I mysteriously disappeared I have rearranged my room, caught up in school**, had a date, had a sleepover***, saw a play(that may have been before, actually), and had several brilliant ideas and exciting(ish) adventures(sort of).
More soon,
AG
*.....yet. <cue evil laughter>
**Yay! YAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAAYYYYYY!
***With Blondie.  HEADS. OUT. OF. THA. GUTTER. PEOPLE.
PS-Several of my brilliant ideas were ideas for posts.  Which I wrote down. So that I would remember. *pats self on back*

How to Stump a Stubbern Child

 I was one.  I was a very stubbern child.

Now I am very different.

Now I am a very stubbern teenager.

Lovely.

     Anywho, I was thinking, as I often do, about this, that, the-other-thing, and ventalation.  I was also working on an English project and I found a list of questions relationg to the wonderful book by Roald Dahl that is known to the world as, The BFG.      

     One of the questions was, "How does the BFG label his dream jars?"

     My response(my immediate one, at least) would have been,* "With paper."

*(ha!  Actually, this was my immediate reaction)


     Another thing it brought to my mind was the question, "Why does the BFG label his dream jars?"


The answer to the question is easy to find, but the point is that it derailed my train of thought.


Again.


     Now I was thinking about little children and how they incessantly the question, "Why?" 


 I, myslef, have been one of the worst. 

     The proper response to this question from a child, I have found, is to ask them a question in return.


     Answer their questions until you have no more answers or have run out of your Advil, ibuprofin, Tyelnol(yadda, yadda, yadda, [insert brand of pain releiver/headache medicine here]), then return to them a question of your own.


     When you have reached the limits of your answering capabilities, simply ask them , "Why not?"
     Be prepared for a new round of questions on a new subject, or persistence on the other one, but honestly, this has worked.
     I mean, I've used this.  It had become second nature because it worked. I just hadn't stopped to ask myself why it worked.


     My answer to why it works?  Why not?  Why shouldn't it work?  It may not be one-hundred-per-cent, but it's better than nothing and can inspire exploration and curiosity.


This is my random thought for today.


Best Regards
~AG

My Cast

I hate it. The End.


You see, I really don't like my cast - so in a fit of extremely poor judgement, I attacked my cast with a piece of obsidean and sawed off the part of my cast that goes between my thumb and the rest of my hand. I was fine. I am fine. I had to convince my boyfriend I hadn't accidentally caused myself any harm( Sheesh! I even said it wasn't an actual saw! I promise I still have all ten digits. Also, sorry for scaring your socks off, Love.) Anyway, I screwed my cast up pretty bad, but it's coming off in four days.


The only problem is that My Cast, The Monstrosity From Hell, is special.  I was the first person there who asked for two colors.  Red(well, more like burgundy, really) with blue stripes.  It looked awesome, but I sort of marred that with my make-shift saw.  And it is supposed to help me heal.




NEVER! NEVER EVER EVER EVER DO THIS!  STRIPES ARE OK, BUT DON'T EVER TRY TO TAKE OFF YOUR OWN CAST!!!!