Awkward Parties with Elders & No Peers

Hello humans!

Today we were randomly picked for 'Most Awesome Family of the Month' and hence invited to a party because somebody's motha was leaving town.

That was a true statement minus the best family of the month part. We were invited to a 'party' at the masjid. It was ladies only, and to make it more specific, OLD ladies.

Okay!! The MAJORITY of them ladies was old. Mom's not old yet. To make it even more specific, the old ladies speaking Arabic.

Okay!! The MAJORITY of them spoke Arabic!! Some were bilingual.

Anywho, me and S ate in the slave quarters. Namely, the classroom, where all the food was stored. The FOOD. Not the DESSERT. The dessert was with them ladies sitting in the master room, namely the kitchen. It was so awkward because kids came in and drew on the whiteboard and then their moms came in. Then we watched someone pack some food for herself. And I told S,

"Yeah, we're in the storage slave room."

I am going to finish this post tomorrow.

N

Birds, Trees, and Rocks, Oh My!!

Hello humans!

Oh my! I'm so excited about my school this year! 'Cause this year I get to take Natureglo's classes again and plus I'M DOING GEOLOGY!!!! YAAAYY!!

GEOLOGY is the best subject ever! Whoever dislikes it must not exist, because I know rock collectors are famous in the world.

Z's green marker for tictactoe smells really bad.

Also I might be taking writing classes at the community college. My geology textbook is supposed to arrive I think. I'm taking a million bird classes. And a million rock classes. I am gonna incorporate what I learn into my writing. I'm gonna bring Zoe and Bo to the community college. They're gonna be honored. So will Narry. And Tommy.

Mondays are always boring, so bye.

N

Sundae...

Hello humans!

Is there anyone else besides me who HATES Sundays? Not because school starts after Sunday, but because Sunday is so... boring!! I don't know why! Lahk... seriously!

Anyways, Z dio-ed on my bed last night. He's not sleeping in my bed ever again.

These bananas we bought on Friday are good. They don't black easily. They're very good.

This blog has 5 G+ shares now. Whoever did that, OWN UP!!

Go to my reflection blog please and share it!!

Okay, so last night was the halaqa, and I was sharing my reflections after Isha. When I shared it, everybody was smiling at me creepily as if I was some little kid blabbing really smartly about a topic.

Well, that's how I felt.

I was reading my most recent reflection, the one called, 'Put it Off, Dude' and they laughed when I said that you can't predict the future and you might die before your later. And then I curled my fingers as I said it. They all did breathlaughs. And when I was done, Hb clapped and Mar did as well. I felt so honored because no one else got clapped at.

But maybe they clapped because they saw me as this babyish kid so they thought I needed some encouragement or whatever. Kinda offensive.

Me and Mar were practicing our surahs for the recitation after Isha. I was doing Mursalat and Mar was doing the second page of Mulk. She was pretty good I guess. I read Mursalat to her and when I was done she said, "I wish I was you!"
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Today I went to go pick up S from Sunday school. It was my first time riding in the new car that will soon be S's. The windows can't be open 'cause of the tint sticker. The cloth part on the right back door is ripped off mercilessly. It gets in the way of the doorhandle.

I still hate Sundays.

N

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