Slice of Life

Dear Diary,

Hey Diary, what's up? I haven't seen you in forever! Well, really it's you who hasn't seen me, I'm the one that has to pull you out and share my thoughts. What I wanted to tell you about today is last Friday. It was a pretty great day. It really was. I don't know if you remember, Diary, but that was the day that classes were cancelled because of the snow. No classes, and no work either. Duh, Diary, I work at a MIDDLE SCHOOL. Sheesh Diary. You are so SLOW.

Anyways, Diary, at 7:00 that morning I smiled because I knew it was going to be a great day. Then I rolled over and went back to sleep. About an hour later Mother woke me and Sister up to go shovel out the driveway and the sidewalk in front of the house. I put on my best shovelin' outfit (3 shirts and a sweater, leggings, pajamas, and pants, then some Ugg-like boots -note to self: Uggs and Ugg-like boots are not meant for snow. Snow is WATER. Your feet will get wet ), then I dragged Sister outside. A few minutes of shoveling later, I broke my shovel. Don't ask me how, Diary. It just happened. I was foolish enough to think that maybe I could just go back inside and forget about the whole shoveling thing altogether. Of course not.

Mother sent me and Sister to the store to go buy a new one. May I remind you, Diary, that there was a BLIZZARD out there!! She didn't even offer to drive! So me and Sister walked though the homicidal storm all the way to Wal-Mart and then to Target. If you're wondering, Diary, why we had to go to Target, it was because Wal-Mart didn't have any shovels. And get this - neither did Target! We were walking around Target and my snow shovelin' outfit was making me very hot. When we were leaving I contemplated buying a toy shovel they were selling as part of a beach castle making set. But I didn't. Sister didn't even smile at my suggestion to get it! (I still haven't accomplished my goal of making her laugh, Diary. She may as well be a stone tablet for all the sense of humor she's got )

Anyways, we went back home and I didn't have to shovel! See, Diary, you thought I was going to clean up the snow. I went upstairs and watched Glee, and ate a row of Oreos. Of course I had milk, Diary! By then it was one or two o'clock. It was still snowing, too. Then Mother got on my case about not starting the laundry when I had all of this free time and bla bla bla. I hate doing laundry, Diary! Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I only had to do my own, but I have to do everyone else’s, too. So I was doing the laundry and I found twenty dollars. The silver lining to cleaning other people's laundry? Anything left in the pockets is now mine!

Considerably more cheerful, I made myself a sandwich and watched more Glee. I ate some more Oreos, and then I took a nap. Don't make fun of me, Diary! Naps can be very beneficial for your health. I read it on Wikipedia! When I woke up, Mother yelled at me for neglecting the laundry. When I was done with that not surprisingly I went back upstairs. Watched the rest of Glee, and then I realized that I had eaten the entire bag of Oreos! Well, that just wouldn't do. I went back downstairs to get some chips. Diary, do you like Tostitos chips and salsa? Because I love it. I really have to pay attention when I am eating those, because it can turn into me eating an entire bag at once.

Diary, do you think I'm fat? I eat a lot. And it's always the bad stuff, too. You can probably guess, I spend a large amount of each day lolling about eating senselessly. Then when I have to eat actual food, I can't 'cause I'm full. I have a high metabolism. Aaaah youth. Once my metabolism shifts into low gear I am going to be in great danger of becoming severely overweight.

Anyways, it must have been around 6, and I went back upstairs and went online for a while. Then I was hungry. I went downstairs to see what I could look forward to for dinner. (I know how this sounds, Diary, I am such a sloth). Downstairs Mother and Father were having a bit of a disagreement. While I was in the kitchen I got the feeling that Mother was about to ask me to do something, so I turned around quickly to leave - and she got me. She asked me to help Father make a lasagna.

It was okay helping Father. I actually felt like we were achieving some good bonding time. 'Cause you know, Diary, we don't get along too well. Whatever we're doing, we always find a way to get into a usually trivial argument. We did have one argument over different types of cheese, but I finally conceded in the end. It's always nice to be the bigger person, Diary. Overall I really enjoyed cooking with Father. Don't tell anyone, Diary, okay? If you tell anyone, I will burn you! (I'll probably burn you anyway, once you are full, because I wouldn't want anyone to come along and read what I’ve written in you. Between you and me, Diary, you are not all that good at keeping secrets.

So after dinner we all played Cranium. Everyone except Father, who was sleeping. It was very fun and very exciting. My team, which consisted of me and Brother, lost to Sister and Mother's team. It was very entertaining, and we found out a couple of intriguing things about Sister. Diary, can you believe that she doesn't know the story of Alice In Wonderland? She doesn't know the Star Wars Theme Song! She didn't know the basic idea of Moby Dick, or any have any idea what it was at all!! She is the worst huumer ever, and she is truly horrific at playing charades. It was especially funny because we made fun of her for most of the time we were playing. It sounds mean, Diary, but it was all great fun. It was a great ending to a great day (besides all the shoveling and walking through blizzards bit)

Well, Diary, it was nice talking with you. You really are a great listener, and Friday really was a great day!

till next time,

suzanna