My daddy has some incredible debating skills. And I know this because we were arguing in the car about that one issue that every parent wishes would not come up. That discussion that every parents must have with their children. That one ubiquitous conversation topic over dinner, that heated debate over apple pie ( Read more... )

And abowlofpetunias and I were in a giggly mood after mocking Boston Public for an hour. "Come on," we said at each scene, "No school is this eventful. I mean, they have a transexual running for prom queen! People cutting themselves! Marathon bikers developing rare genetic disorders! At our school, we have teachers who give an hour of homework, and that's ( Read more... )

Ah, back in the day ( Read more... )

My sister is being fabulously unentertaining right now. She’s having a little pow wow with all of her friends, all of whom are so incredibly memorable that I don’t know who any of them are ( Read more... )

JJ and I were playing Jr. Monolopy today. “Now this part is tricksy,” he warned me as my little red car swerved round the corner. “You have to take the chance card and see...look! A free space ( Read more... )

It's fall, and religion's in the air ( Read more... )

Sometimes, you just find yourself so bursting with life, with ideas, with creativity, that you have to do something or burst! Unless you have biology homework!

The pressure is quite obviously going to my thoroughly malfunctioning, and I use air quotes quite purposefully here, "brain." For example, let me show you what I just wrote:

A. ( Read more... )

Tada! As promised, I present for you...The Scene Style Experiment.

As the title suggests, it is a single scene done in many different styles or fashions. It was done as a fan fiction of the television show Andromeda, so if you don't like science fiction or fan fiction (cough, Vickie) you do have the option of writing nice things without reading ( Read more... )

Our only remaining English class is proving to be an enormous disappointment. Today’s class, for instance, would have been much more fun if, instead of writing essays, horrid little boring ones about plays with gaping plot holes, we had written angsty teen poetry. And then we could all make fun of it. But did we follow this suggestion? Nooo ( Read more... )

Okay. So here’s a math problem:

If Sara leaves her house for school at six thirty and gets home at five, and has two hours of work, and has to babysit for two hours, and reads for two more hours, and talks on the phone for an hour, how sleep deprived is she?

Take your time on this one, guys.