Week 14. Zero Gravity.

One day when I woke up Gravity wasn't working. I was literally sleeping on my ceiling. I don't know why or how this happened but it did and I was practically floating to get around and everything was upside down. Of course I wasn't. The ceiling was my floor and the floor was my ceiling. For breakfast my grandma has to step onto a latter while I reach "up" to get my food. I have to strap myself to the shower so I don't fall back "down" to the ceiling. Soon my grandma and my dad got sick of waiting to see if my gravity was wrong so they called some kind of special scientists. They said it would take about a week until they could come investigate and try to solve my crisis. So I was stuck like this for a week. Yay me. So to occupy my time I read. It was kinda hard because my book would keep trying to fall back to the floor. My blankets and pillow weren't like me so I couldn't exactly use them when I went to bed. I was sleeping on the ceiling for peets sake. So my dad gives me a sleeping bag at night and puts bunjie cords around me so it doesn't fall off. And if I have to go somewhere with my parents they attach ropes to my belt really well and attach me to the top of the car and im practically a human balloon. So a week passes by and the scientist arrive. They take blood and all kinds of DNA samples, yay for me if im being hunted down cops have all the info on me that they need, and set up all their equipment in the spare bedroom. A few hours later they told me that I ate a burrito at a carnival and it had some kind of radioactive waste in it and it messed with my body and switched my gravity around. So they cooked up some kind of magic pill a few hours later and I took it, and in about 20 minutes later I fell straight to the floor. It kind of hurt. But I was so glad to be back to normal again WITHOUT sleeping on the ceiling or strapped to the top of my truck like a balloon. I'm sure thats the last time that I will ever eat a burrito from a carnival.

Week 13. Thanksgiving dinner.

Thanksgiving is coming up and a part of me is kind of excited and the other part dreads it. I'm excited for the food of course but not the crazy side of my family that i have to see and the dishes i have to help clean up. I would say the food that im most excited for is the ham, home made mashed potatoes (Yum) cause if you make the fake boxed mashed potatoes i will spit them in your face, green beans with bacon and onion cooked in, corn, rolls, and the side tray of black olives, carrots, broccoli and cauliflower. Anything else set out on the table, well you don't have to worry about me taking the last bit of green bean casa-roll. I pretty much hate anything else that's cooked on thanksgiving because im pretty picky when it comes to this holiday. Usually I have to help cook dinner so if there's anything specific I want to eat I have to hurry and make myself. So I usually make some pasta salad and potato salad. And i like to make regular salad too cause I love vegetables. Then im pretty sure you can agree with me on this last thing. The most amazing part about Thanksgiving is the desert. PUMPKIN PIE especially, then apple pie, then the cinnamon rolls my grandma makes with the left over doe from making the pies. She whips up some home made icing and they are just absolutely amazing. Im pretty sure my family enjoys me the most on thanksgiving because they know I wont steal all the stuffing.
Have a great Thanksgiving guys.(:

Week 12. Letter to you.

Dear Ryan, 

We have had our ups and downs. From our first fist fight when we were younger to the arguments about things we never agreed on. But I want you to know that I appreciate you. You're my partner in crime. The one I confide in and talk to about things because you are not here anymore. Yes you act really dumb sometimes but I still love you. You stick up for me when im having problems and you give me the advise I need when upset and don't know what to do. You understand that Its hard for me to have feelings anymore. But when I need to get some things off my chest you are the only one I can count on to actually listen. When you have to leave me out of things when I come to visit you always make it up to me. As we grew up we were both forced to mature fast and do a lot of things on our own. And with you being a year older than me you helped me tough up. I guess there is always gonna be arguments and were always gonna but heads. But I guess that's what brothers and sisters do. I just want you to know that I appreciate you and you will always be my number one best friend. I got your back and you got mine.

Love ya lots.

                    

                                               Love, 

                                                Your little sis 

Week 11. Secret Door in my closet.

So I finally decided to clean out my closet. I usually do every few months and get rid of the clothes that I never wear and donate them but lately I had been so busy that I haven't had time to do it. I opened the door to my closet and it looked like I had a whole clothes store piled in the closet. After hours and hours of cleaning i'm almost done and all that's left is a smaller pile. I see something shiny. I was curious as to what it was. I moved the whole pile outside of the closet.  It was a small door. What would a door be doing in the floor of my closet? My room is downstairs and we don't have a basement so what could it lead to? I opened it and I felt this really cold breeze come through. I saw this light and I leaned closer than I slipped. I was falling down this long hole it seemed like. I fell down and then I realized I just fell into wonderland. I'm no kid and i sure don't believe in fairy tales anymore. So I thought that this was stupid. This wasn't real. Then I opened the door in the bottom of that long hole I fell through and there was the mad hatter. I laughed and though to myself, "I have wonderland in my closet."