11:11...

I believe in wishing on 11:11.

After years of wishing, a wish finally

came true for the

first time

this year

I won't tell you what it was,

but

it was magnificent!

Tonight

is November 11

also known as 11/11

Wishes are especially powerful

when you wish at

11:11 on 11/11

So just imagine

how amazing the

wish you make

on November 11, 2011

will be!!

What will you wish for?

(Don't tell, though, because it won't come true!)

I Miss...

Drawing sometimes.

I drew this today for my roommate.

What do you think?

Ode to...

My favorite foods (as listed here).

Well. No. It can't really be an ode, because it's not poetry. But it is poetry! I mean, the food is poetry in my mouth, but this post is not.

I guess you could call it a tribute. A tribute to the poetry that is the delight that is the mingling of the tingling that is Diet Coke and the melting of Cheddar Jalapeno (how do you do the little squiggly above the "n"?) Cheetos upon my tongue. 

Did you get that?

So I've always loved Diet Coke, but it wasn't until Kelsey inspired me with her public dedication (I think I may have even Googled the exact same image! Oh my!) to that beloved beverage that I thought, "Well hey! I love it too, and I have a testimony of the truthfulness of its deliciousness, above all that I ever before tasted. And it is desirable above all other cola products, so I want others to partake of it also."

I know that Diet Coke is real. I don't think it, I know. I've tasted it for myself. I also know that Cheddar Jalapeno (for reals, how do you do the squiggly?) Cheetos are true, as far as they are munched correctly. And by that, I mean you need to buy the big family sized bag and down the whole thing in one evening. 

And if you don't know this for yourself, well, you need to find out. 

Because, obviously, you are missing something essential in your life.

Amen.

Yummy-Yum-Yum...

My favorite foods are:

+

Dank and Dreary...

is how I would describe today. Misty tears are falling from the sky and clinging to my hair, and the cold air just seems to sink right through my coat and land in my bones. I get inside and I just can't seem to stop shivering. My mind is cold, my body is cold, and my emotions are chilled too. I just want somebody to wrap me up in a big hug and never let me go.

I despise this weather. It's so depressing.

Can I tell you some things that made me happy the other day?

I went to work on Wednesday, and I was the first one there, so I went to the classroom next door to get the key to unlock our classroom. The teacher gave it to me, and when I went to return it, a little seventh-grade girl called out to me that she liked my shirt. I smiled at her and told her thank you. As I left, I heard her say wistfully to the rest of the class, "She's pretty."

It done my little insecure heart good.

We had our little Halloween party that afternoon, with Halloweengo (Halloween Bingo--haha!) and pumpkin decorating and donuts. One of the little boys (he steals chocolate milk for me) had to leave early--his dad and his little sister came to get him. (She is the most darling little child I have ever seen in my life!) So we gave him a donut to take with him, and did he eat it? 

No, he did not.

He gave it to his little sister. Completely melting the hearts of his female tutors. Oh my goodness. It made me wish that I had an older brother to take care of me. I'm the oldest, so I don't know what it's like to have someone really look out for me--that's always been my job--so I'm jealous when I see older brothers and sisters taking care of their younger siblings.

So all you cute brothers and sisters.... I love it! Stay that way! You make me want to be a better person! 

I don't feel so dank and dreary right now. Plus there's a basketball game and a Spectrum seat with my name on it tonight.

:)

MFEO...

is a new acronym I learned today in class. Thanks Bonnie!

Apparently, you are "meant for each other" if at the Pumpkin Walk you run into somebody you didn't particularly want to see at that moment. Interesting. I once ran into this person at Tummi Yummi. What does that mean? What if one day I run into him at Wal-Mart? The post office? Honk's?

I will truly believe in MFEO if in a year from now I run into this person while purchasing an Asiago cheese bagel at Einstein's. Mark it. November 2010. 

Speaking of food. I was really excited today. 

I was HUNGRY!!! Do you know how great that is? I've been sick for so long, and I haven't wanted to eat at all. I'm three pounds lighter than I was a week ago, and today I was starving! It was such a good feeling to eat.

Plus I slept for nine hours.

It was a good day today.

Except for that nasty bit called snow. Could've done without that part. 

Yep.

Check It Out!!

I have a new 'do!!

My Voice...

is pretty much the ugliest thing I have ever heard.

Second ugliest is my voice laughing.

Third ugliest is my voice singing.

I guess that's what happens when you miss three days of school because you are coughing so much you can't breathe.

Good news is, my ugly, ugly voice guaranteed me an extension on my African lit paper. 

"No, I definitely don't need a doctor's note from you."

--Dr. Graham

Coughing Up a Lung...

Is not my idea of a good time. The inside of my throat is all raw and it hurts to breathe.

Don't worry. 

I don't have the flu. I would know if I did. There are certain flu-ey feelings you get, and I don't have them. Also, even though my nose turns up at the end, it is not a piggy nose.

All I want is a big, steaming bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup, and someone who will tuck a big blanket around me and let me lay my head in their lap. An extra bonus would be that they would run their fingers through my hair.

But nobody is making soup and I don't have anybody to snuggle with. 

If I Had a Phobia...

besides Arachnophobia (ever seen that movie? It was terrifying!), it would be....

my-fear-of-not-being-able-to-find-a-bathroom-when-I-need-one.

Does that one have a name? Cos I'm pretty sure it's a legitimate fear.

I have this recurring dream where I'm trying to find a bathroom, but I just can't. Sometimes, I am even in this huge kind of locker room, where there are rows and rows of bathroom stalls, but I can't find one that I can use.

The toilets are disgusting, or there's no toilet paper, or no toilet seat, or the handle to flush it is broken, or there are no seat covers. Or maybe they are leaking and there are deep, questionable puddles all over the tile. Sometimes the toilets are so high that the only person who could possibly climb up there would be Paul Bunyan. Sometimes there is no door. Sometimes there's a curtain, but for whatever reason, the bathroom is extremely windy. I don't know how a bathroom can get windy, but this one does.

I'll walk and walk and walk, and look in all of them, and need to go really badly, but I can't. And it's such a terrible feeling.

The worst part? I've had this dream over and over again.

It reminds me of Harry Potter, where Dumbledore needs a bathroom and the Room of Requirement provides him with a bounteous supply of chamber pots.

I don't need thousands of bathrooms. Just one working, clean, sanitary toilet (preferably one that automatically flushes) with plenty of double-ply, quilted toilet paper and a door with which to conceal myself.

Thank you.