Well finally.

Hello humans!

I was getting tired of February. Oh, btw.... I took this screenshot yesterday lol.

heh.

We start off March with a halaqa at night. Good, eh?

I'm so speechless.

N

NOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO humans!


My glasses are ready today. Only mine are ready and S's and H's and Ummi's will be ready next week. Ummi told me to get ready. She told me at last minute when I was COMPLETELY ready that we'd go NEXT week. UGH!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

N

I Nailed It

Hello humans!

My essay is not right according to Mom. Apparently I missed some very important point in the book. So I read something I never noticed before, and I think I nailed it.

I still hate Tucker. I always will.

I hope I can get my glasses today. It's been THREE WEEKS already. And these purple ones are getting very annoying.

 N

Thursday? Really?

Hello humans!

It doesn't feel like Thursday, and it's all S's fault I ALMOST forgot to do laundry.

Okay, well maybe it isn't. It just doesn't feel like Thursday. Thursday is usually sunny and peaceful, but today was a little loud... maybe because S was doing her class out in the living room instead of our room.


Yeah, it's still S's fault.

If my new glasses don't arrive by March 1st, I'm gonna scream. They'll probably arrive this Friday though.

I'm tired of writing because I've been writing all morning.


N

Let's Make a Deal, Bruhs

Hello humans!

I don't know what to do - remind Dad to pay me for the massages or make a deal that is as so:-

"If I finish all my math will you buy me a phone? It's one-hundred-and-ninety-nine dollars!" *cute kitty eyes*

I did some math, and I have two dollars more than I thought I had. I need sixty-two more dolla. Maybe I can tell dad that each massage cost $31? That'd be easy money, since 31 x 2 is 62. But I think that's too much to charge. Besides, I've massaged Dad a lot of times so if he gives me $31 for each massage I'll have more money than I need, which won't be fair. Mom tells me that massage people charge like $40 an hour and I still can't get over it. Like... is it really worth it or are these people just greedy?!

Anyway, this stuff is in my Motorola cart (other than the phone):-

See what I'm talking about? There's no pretty pink option!! Just that red, and that purple.

Now if only that pink could be a shell color... :'(

Dad probably doesn't remember all the massage times and how much sessions there were. I don't remember either, but let's say safely there were 4. Then he'd have to pay $15.50 for each.

I'm too afraid to ask Dad, who like me has anger issues. So Mom please read this and show it to Dad but don't do it in front of me.

N

Dumb Tucker First Draft!!

Hello humans!

Here's my essay! Enjoy! It may be a spoiler for those who haven't read The Cricket in Times Square.

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Most of the time people doubt whether the friends they have are true friends or not. Sometimes you can tell, but with some people you just aren’t able to. Well, in the book The Cricket in Times Square, Tucker Mouse is just such a friend. Tucker is a friend, but not a true one.

    Why is Tucker not a true friend? Well, to begin with, he said Chester’s honorableness was disgusting. No true friend does that! Tucker just said that about Chester because Chester wouldn’t agree to any of Tucker’s ideas about covering up the accident of eating the two-dollar bill. Do true friends do that? No, true friends consider their friends’ opinions and they don’t think they are right all the time. As said in the story:

“Oh you’re so honorable!” said Tucker. “It’s disgusting.”

    Tucker said something else about his other friend, Harry Cat. During their dinner party, Harry played some music on the radio. Upon hearing a certain song, Harry said it was his favorite song. Chester urged Harry to sing it, so Harry did. Tucker said, as taken from the story:

“You don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for,” blurted out Tucker Mouse through a mouthful of bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich.

After Harry was done singing, Chester said he thought Harry sang beautifully. Harry told Chester to sing, but Chester was hesitant about it and said it wasn’t really singing. Then Tucker butted in and said:

“Singing, playing - who cares, as long as it doesn’t sound like Harry,” said Tucker Mouse.

Tucker meant it too. Usually in cases like those, true friends are just being sarcastic. It is a surprise that Harry does not become annoyed with Tucker.

    Do true friends care about themselves only or do they care about nothing except their friends? It is a well known fact that the answer is the latter. The former completely describes Tucker. Tucker is self-centered and vain. When Harry announced to Chester that Tucker had money, Tucker said, “I have my life’s savings.” in a pathetic voice. He didn’t want to give any of his money to Chester because he would be ‘ruined.’ Chester needed the money so that he could come out of his cage because of the two-dollar bills he ate, but Tucker was in ‘selfish drama-king’ mode. After the incident of the money-eating happened, Tucker complained to Harry that Mama Bellini had caused a bump on his leg after hitting him with a Fortune magazine. He didn’t care that Chester was inside his cage, like a prisoner. At their dinner party, Chester sang and Tucker danced along with it. Tucker thought his dancing was fabulous, but Harry thought otherwise:

Tucker was feeling very lively himself because of all the soda water he had swallowed. The South American tempo began to excite him. He jumped up and started to dance around the shelf.

    Harry Cat burst out laughing, but that didn’t bother Tucker. He was a carefree soul. “Chester can play - I can dance,” he panted. “We should go into vaudeville.”

    “If you danced as well as he played, you could,” said Harry.

That was when Tucker tried to prove to Harry that he was a good dancer, and admitted he was ‘just learning.’ Then he twirled around to show off, and collided with Papa Bellini’s pipe, which caused him to topple over into a box of matches. After that, a fire flared up, and it was all Tucker’s fault.

    That is why Tucker is not a true friend. He thought Chester was so honorable that it was disgusting. He said Harry Cat’s singing was horrible and he meant it, too. The other thing about Tucker is that he cares only about himself - he is self-centered. As a conclusion, Tucker is not a true friend to Chester Cricket and Harry Cat.--
Did you enjoy that? That would be like part of a trailer if this story was made into a movie. Okay, so I gave you a preview. But not the whole thing. Be happy.

When mice are dumb, I can write a two-page rant paragraph in less than ten minutes.

N

I Hate Tucker, I Hate All Mice

Hello humans!

For literature we are reading the book called The Cricket in Times Square by George Seldom Selden. In that book, there's an ANNOYING, VAIN, GREEDY, and FEISTY mouse who goes by the name of TUCKER MOUSE.

[Yeah, S and H, I know you're thinking that description I put fits me perfectly. Right? RIGHT?!]

Tucker has two friends named Chester Cricket and Harry Cat. I like Harry. He's got some nice personality, although the litchrechur teacher litchrelly said he has no personality. Harry's a wise guy and not as annoying as Tucker. I wish they WEREN'T friends so Harry could just eat Tucker when he REALLY gets on his nerves. Hahahaha. Then Tucker would be in Harry's belly, but then Harry could go barf him in a dump or maybe even an ocean, and then the sharks would eat him all up. Haha! It's funny imagining it.

Our essay prompt this week is as so. ↓

Chester eats a $2 bill in his sleep while he's dreaming about eating something that doesn't taste very good.  Upon awakening, he realizes the loss of money will hurt the Bellini family.  Tucker decides to offer solutions and comes up with some very bad ways to handle the situation which would only leave people more hurt.  Is Tucker a true friend?  Why or why not?

I'm ready to insult Tucker as much I can. I'm excited to GET DIS ESSAY STARTED. I'm gonna post the first draft here when it's finished. I always hate mice in stories. When I was reading a book to Z called Mouse Upstairs, Mole Downstairs, I kept rooting for the Mole because that mouse was so dumb and dramatic. Anywho..

"BUT MEH LIFE SAVINGS!!!" screamed Tucker.

Harry slapped Tucker so hard that Tucker flew out of the newsstand and landed quite loudly on the train tracks. Alarmed, Tucker struggled to get up, but his glutton and weight slowed him. A train zoomed by, faster than a cheetah, and after it had passed, Chester and Harry peered down to see a mutilated Tucker.

Harry grinned just like a Cheshire cat and gave Chester a high-five.

I wrote that myself, okay? Chill.

N

Cats Rule. Known Fact.

Hello humans!

Today, I learned in Biology class that cats can fight heartworm independently, but dogs can't. HA!! Let me look at my notes.

I wrote this stuff.

Parasites do not kill their host because they would die too!
Cats can fight heartworm alone! Dogs can't! HAHA!!

And then after that I drew an awesome lookin' cat with a triumphant face lookin' at dat pitiful dawg, who looks a little insecure.

I'm saving up for a phone. The Moto G phone by Motorola. Believe me, before H told me about it, I thought the iPhone was the best phone anybody could ever get in the whole world, and I wondered why my friends had all the 'yesterday' phones. Now I know. I'm so dumb.

The Moto G phone is $199 with 16GB. The 16GB costs $20, so the cost for the phone with just 8GB is $179. I want the 16GB. I have a lot of money right now, but not enough. I have less than $150 but more than $110. Take as many wild guesses as you please but I'm not spilling it.

Along with the chalk-white shell and raspberry-pink SOL REPUBLIC JAX In-Ear Headphones, the total price is $253.94. Of course I don't want to get the shell and headphones right away, so right now I have to work on getting $199.00.

I'm so unsure about the shell color. At first I wanted red. But it was not the kind of red I liked. And the only color closest to pink was this horrid reddish purple. But today I settled on white.

If 'n when I get my hands on the money for that phone, I'll be vlogging madly. That's all I really want to do with the phone. I'll just mostly treat that phone like a camera. I want to make a new YouTube channel called VloggerN. And for my failed food blog I want to film every time I get a chance to bake. And then for my failed Ramadan blog I want to take pictures of iftar and maybe film some stuff that happens and the masjid and nobody will know >:D.

Unless they find out.

And when they meet me they'll murder me.

Kay, well... I wantedto blab about something else but I forgot whaaat... well our trip was very boring. The hotel was nice. And the indoor pool is in front of everybody. Abi met our scary old Arabic teacher who I shall call Dh's dad. There is a story behind him.

I have more news that I will share tomorrow because I am desperate to post this tonight.

N

I Have Terrible Handwriting Yet I Like It

Hello humans!

I love the new blog theme! *gushes like an excited waterfall*

This font bears some resemblance to my real-life handwriting. Except of course, if I write too fast, my hand begins to hurt and then the writing looks really ugly. And I don't write my a's like so. My handwriting is ugly but I like it. Before I was angry that I didn't have my own handwriting 'font' like some neat people do. But now I have a font. So whoopee.

I need to make a new favicon soon.

I recently started reciting to some ladies on Skype for Tajweed correction. After a tiny discussion with Mom, I will now recite to those ladies on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.


Or rather...


Sunday, Mouseday, Troutday, Windyday, and Purrsday.

Anywho, my glasses haven't come yet. These people anger me. My purple glasses are irritating me. They're very loose and I can't think how they ever got damaged.

Oh no it's already five o clock I need to go make dinner. Toodles!!

N

Thawing Time

Hello humans!

It's getting a little warmer in my state, so why not make the blog warmer as well. Anyway, we returned from our trip this morning, and I haven't slept since 4AM or so. We're going on another trip in March, so I'm excited for that. I'll be done with math by then, iA.

Have any of you noticed my two new blogs? They are my reflection blog which I mentioned in the previous post,  and the girls halaqa blog. Everyone is busy, so nobody other than I is active on it.


WHEN OH WHEN DO THESE HUMANS GET BREAKS


In math, I am on Lesson 121. Eight more to go! And then moving on the Algebra 2, which seems really hard from my observations on H.

I finished the book called Goosebumps: MOST WANTED: Planet of the Lawn Gnomes by R. L. Stine. The ending is wacky. It's wackier than any of the other wacky endings in Goosebumps books. I'm not giving anything away 'cause you gotta read it. Go. Shoo.

We have to pray, and there's nothing else to say. I'll return later, eh?

N