My Computer at noveling time. Labeled clockwise from the printer. printer, wheat thins, mp3 player, cereal, pencils, keyboard, mouse, TV. Does my keyboard look a little odd? Here's a closer view:
Oh yeah, I'm backspacekeyless. Let's just say that it makes noveling more interesting.
The real life notebook, in case y'all were wondering.
Methinks that these cranberries later became whole cranberry sauce. Because thanksgiving is just not compleate without three different kinds of cranberry sauce. 
Cranberries cooking. While taking this picture, my lens got all fogged up.
Making strained cranberries. No, that's not blood.
Oh look! Someone's peeling an apple! That must be for apple crisp!
Of course it's for apple crisp! That's the stuff that goes into apple crisp, after all.
Squash. No idea what this turned into, but I probably didn't eat it.
PIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! There's some macaroni and cheese in there too.
Sustinence for kitchen workers.
Looks like someone took their anger out on a turkey butt.
On Saturday, one of my most favorite places in the world reopened after having been partially closed for rennovations for six years. Glittery.
Art Deco chairs and table from a funny view. Cool.
Modern sculpture. What else? 
The description had something to do with urban America and nice colours. 
This was latex poured on the floor. So cool. Latex.
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Stack. Woah. I just stepped way outside my comfort zone. I'll start this story at the beginning. Every year we usually go to the Thanksgiving Eve service for the interfaith group that my Church and many other churches in the area belong to. The service moves from church to church every year. I wouldn't call it a very diverse experience, as just about everyone there is Christian or Jewish. This year, they changed the Thanksgiving Eve service to Sunday night, and my Mom thinks that there should be a Thanksgiving Eve service on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, not on a Sunday night. We ended up not going to that Thanksgiving service. My mom stumbled across another, much more diverse Thanksgiving Eve service in the area. It was held at a Gurdwara (Sikh house of worship) I'd never been to one before, so that was interesting. there were people from many different religions, such as Sikh (Obviously), Hinduism, Buddhism, Christianity, Judisiam, Baha'i (ism?), Islam, and Native American. It was really interesting to see all these different traditions. Most of the prayers and such had the common messege of "One God. Be nice to people. Worship God." The religion that I learned the most about was probably Sikh. It was an interesting, new experiance, and I felt pretty odd to be sitting on the floor, barefoot in a place of worship. Apparently after all weekly services, the Sikhs have a meal, which was pretty good.
Things like this restore my faith in humankind. If we realize that all these religions belive things that are so much alike, we begin to question why we fight at all. We belong to the human family.
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I found this cool little thing on the nano site.
This isn't the last sentence that I wrote, but it definetly reflects the erm..quality level of my writing. ""I'm just really good at remembering stuff. Most of that was from an essay that I read on the internet." Caleb smiled. hanging around such idiots made him feel very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, smart."- Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral
As you can see, someone will totally be in for the nobel prize for literature....any day now.
Yes, a certain someone has finally broken 10,000! Yay for meeeee! ***Insert Happy Dance (tm) here***
Emily got her key out, unlocked the door, and let the two of them in her house.-Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral
If you were at the tournament today, chances are you could mentally connect that sentence with something dirty, but I'd prefer if you abstain from mentioning.
Speaking of the tournament, I made it into the super session! I ranked 17th! Out of like 40 people! I don't think that's too bad for my first real match. My bill was destroyed, but that was to be expected. I probably would have ranked higher in the super session if I had actually given a speech instead of just asking questions, but I had very little research on the bills at hand, so I didn't really feel confident speaking about it. Oh well, I still think I did a good job.
I was reading Lolly Knitting Around, and marveling at all the pretty pictures she has. I took this picture a few weeks ago when I stayed home from school. Yeah. The trees have lost a lot of their leaves since.
The left mitt in action! Also, my keyboard and desk.
Go away, silly human girl, while I eat your foot!You know, my last sentence involved the latest episode of Ugly Betty, and how I wanna be Christina if i grow up, and that's pretty embarassing, so I'm just going to stop here, take a shower, and bask in the fabulousity of my new handwarmers. Toodles!
So, I've just finished a fabulous semi-secret project! It was really quick to knit, would take about two hours or less if I'd had a two hour block of straight knitting time. The pattern and one picture are ready!
“wow caleb, when do you get the time to write this much? And de ja vous? Yeah. Totally. Same here. To you have some sort of telepathic connection with whatever dork is writing about us? That would be just crazy, wouldn’t it?” Elias said
-Fifty stories to tell at my funeral
Yeah, I wrote a total of barley anything today. Don't say what I think you're thinking of saying.
“wow caleb, when do you get the time to write this much? And de ja vous? Yeah. Totally.
-Kira, Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral
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“there’s no need to be so judgemental of my beliefs. I’m not telling you what to believe, am I?-Kira, Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral
I finally broke 5,000. It's pretty depressing to realize that you have HALF of the desired wordcount. Ouch. I'm going to bed now.
Last night was addicted to movies not drugs, which would have been a lot more fun if any of my friends had gone, but it was still pretty cool. I saw Dan in real life, Lars and the real girl < WEIRD, Martian Child, and Bee movie < Stupid. Went to the jiffy factory today, which was pretty cool. I was really surprised that I was one of the only people who knew what a sifter was. Duh, it's a sifter thingy, ya know, for flour? Maybe things are old fashioned in my house...Hmm...Pondering that.
Because, i thought that caleb needed to feel more involved in the conversation. He’s always so...withdrawn.-Kira, Fifty stories to tell at my funeral
Yeah, the writing is going very sluggishly
I was supposed to have 5000 words yesterday.
Il y a un problem. Crap.
Holy moley, last post was my fiftieth post in this blog. Is it a little sad that the only reason that I'm blogging at all is that I have a curse (Some call it a talent, but it is so a freeking curse) of being able to write all about me for hours and hours on end. The only thing preventing me from making this post freeking long is that I need to read some of this Romeo and Juliet thing, for English. We have to act it out in the front of the room. We have parts. We have swards. The only thing keeping us from going a little over the edge is that we have no costumes. Alas, we will have to pretend. Imaginary costumes....Not working for me, but that's that. Ever get the feeling that my entire so called novel makes little or no sense to anyone besides for me? yeah, ME TOO. It makes little enough sense to me, what with this whole lacking punctuation thing, which maybe makes for some interesting reading ness
I type most of the novel thing with my monitor turned off, in the dark. it's really, really incoherent. Oh well! I have school tomorrow. Crap, where did my weekend go to? Sleep, that's where. Yesterday, I woke up at 12:55.
Yeah. And then I wore my pajamas most of the day. Productive member of society.
This is what was written on the paper caleb was holding:”Once upon a time there were three twelve year olds who -Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral
I am so behind in wordcount. I get very distracted when writing (Or doing anything, for that matter). I have no idea what gets me so off topic, and it really annoys me. Grrk.
I just realized that it's been almost a month since I finished the bag, and I sitll haven't taken pictures of it or lined it, or posted that I've finished it! I had my mom take some pictures of me and the bag, but my mom's not the best photographer in the world, and my camera's being wonky, so...Later.
"You can’t get me now, the constitution‘s on my side!"-Mr."Bob Jones", Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral
Yeah, I'm behind on my word count. I think I've been doing my forgo-able activities first, before writing, which is a major Nano-no-no. Sigh.
Today during Graphic Arts Tech, we had an emergency lockdown, this time for real. We have to do a drill or two every year, but this was the first time I've ever actually used it. There was apparently a bomb threat written on a bathroom wall (probably the boy's bathroom. they're always in there) I was actually kind of scared, because the teachers wouldn't tell us what happened, they didn't even know.
