MOM SEE THIS

Dear Mom,

You've always wanted to get a kitten while Dad said he wasn't allergic. Why don't you want one anymore? I thought you wanted one! When our house had mice, you told Dad that if you saw one more $%^& mouse, you would march out and get a kitten! WHY DON'T YOU WANT A KITTEN ANYMORE!?

Love,

Bianca

Merry Christmas!

Dear Everybody,


You should know that I have had a fantastic Christmas. And I hope you have, too. I hope the reindeer on the sleigh of "Santa Claus" got tons of carrots, and I hope that "Santa" himself will be enjoying millions of cookies year-round. I hope that the elves get their payment, and that all the children in the world got what they wanted from "Santa".


I wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy Holidays!







-Bianca

10 ways to have fun when it is snowing in your town WAY too early

If you're like our town(Lexington, Massachusetts), it has snowed two MONTHS before schedule. So I kinda had to do this list. So pick up your shovels, people, cause we've got work to do!


WARNING: all these rules are for the snow being like, TWO-FEET DEEP.


The first one is kinda a HAVE-TO.

1. GET MOVIN' AND PICK UP THAT SHOVEL. You're really just gonna stand there with all that undetermined snow on your lawn? At least do something! In this case, START WORKING.



2.(optional)STARE AT THE WINDOW UNTIL YOUR EYES HURT, OR YOU"RE HUNGRY. You see, one of the winter wonders that you get out of snow, is to see the changes in your wonderful land outside. I love to!



3. AS SOON AS IT'S DONE, GET OUT THERE AND MAKE A SNOWMAN! Or a snow woman, or whatever. Ya have snow, ya play with it. THAT IS A RULE.



4. GO SLEDDING. The marvelous wonders of going sledding, the wind in your cheeks, the snow all over your face, getting in your eyelids--and I'm back on Earth.



5. GO SKIING. Your dad keeps nagging at you to do it, so why don't you? It would only be once, after all...



6. GET A SHOVEL OF IT AND STUFF IT DOWN SOMEONE'S JACKET. Aaaa, the glorious victory of war. Cousin of snowball fighting, only better!!!



7. MAKE AN UNDERGROUND FORT WITH YOUR FRIENDS. Whenever your little sibling comes around, you kill them off with your mega-sized snowballs. Awesome.



8. DIG A HOLE DOWN SO DEEP, YOUR ENEMY ACCIDENTALLY FALLS IN AND IS NEVER SEEN AGAIN BY HUMAN EYES. Now this one is just good for the best of it!



9. FALL INTO IT REPEATEDLY AND GOBBLE IT UP. Nothing like the taste of snow.



10. TASTE THE SNOWFLAKES. On your tongue, baby. If people think you're weird, spit it out at them(if it didn't melt).



BONUS: If for some reason, you hate snow, lock yourself in a room until it stops and/or you die.

Crazy Dr. Seuss

I've always respected Ted Guisel. I liked his books, and all, but I thought they were a LITTLE crazy, with the Gobber-Shtrapkins or whatever. I guess he was abnormal. You know? So I guess that I didn't like him that much. Until that day in our pond.


And, well, I know this is kind of stupid, but I had never gone swimming in there. And I'd accidentally fell in. When I had tried to get out, I fell back in. And over, and over again. Then, all of a sudden, I got pushed to the direction of the sun, and I panicked. What the heck was happening? I shielded my eyes from the bright rays of the sun that almost had blinded me. Then... wait a second! I could look directly into the sun! It wasn't... well... SHINY. In fact, it was more orange than yellowish-gold. Neon, laminated orange. Ten seconds later(at least, I THINK ten seconds had passed. For some reason, I counted the seconds), it started absorbing me!


I was thinking, "What's going on? Where's mom? And dad? And how is something making me fly?"


It was true. I was floating above, flying toward the orange planet. It was getting closer, and closer, and bigger and bigger. I was starting to get scared. I mean, what do you expect? This had never, ever happened before! And we'd had this pond since we moved in, which for me is BEFORE my birth!! I sucked in my breath, and shook it out.


Then, I blacked out.








When I woke up, I was on this weird orange pavement. Some orange, fluffy creatures were walking on the pavement, whistling and all that. They had no clothes on, but it didn't seem like they were naked. It was really windy, wherever I was. I was surprised I wasn't cold. Then I looked down at myself and realized why. I was looking down at an orange creature.


I screamed with no voice. Then I started to panic. Where was my voice?! Why couldn't I talk? Was this normal every time you fell into a lake? Was I dead?


The creatures started staring at me. I could hear their voices wide and clear, in my head. It was weird, since none of us had mouths.


"Who are you?" the creature echoed in my brain. "Why are you here? I've never seen you before, so what are you doing here? Are you a human? If you are, why do you look so handsome?"


I thought I was going to die. That is, if I wasn't already DEAD. I tried to talk back, but again, I couldn't hear my voice.


The creature craned her(or his, I had no idea, since, of course, they weren't human) neck, trying to hear me. "Man, talk LOUDER," her--he--IT said. "I can barely hear you think."


So I tried to "talk" louder. "WHERE AM I?"


I heard my voice mildly, but inside my head!!! What the heck was happening?


"A little better," it grumbled. "You're in the town of..." It looked at its watch, or whatever-it-is. "Nuston, of course!"

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A Month's Time

Well, I've grown a lot in a month, both phisically and mentally. And, even if you don't believe it, my love life has changed a little, too. In five days school starts, and we'll see what'll happen from then. My best friend, Mei, is currently in China, and she'll stay there until a week after the first day of school passes by.


Going to Romania has definitely changed me. Three years ago, I went for the last time to Romania, until now. In those three years, I became really desperate and crazy, for what even I don't know. It was like I'd left a piece of me, a very large piece, in Romania three years ago. As the years had passed, I became more and more a person who I wasn't really, inside my soul. I had become to yell at my best friends, who treated me like I had just came to Earth from the Heavens above. They couldn't have been better friends, and I couldn't have been worse.


But just three weeks in Romania slammed me back on track. At first, I missed my old life terribly, and some nights I cried. But, when I went to my cousin's house, my friends' houses, and my grandparents' house, I realized... I couldn't have been happier there.


And then... something happened much more extraordinary than all the others. As I went to my grandparents' wedding, I met someone I will never forget: Mihaela, my aunt. I had no idea I had another aunt; I had met her before, but I had completely forgotten her.


We went to her house for a visit; we didn't stay very long and ended up taking a long walk in the park. I was so happy I had her; she was someone I could truly rely on. She listened to what I had to say, and then suggested answers that solved my problems. She was so patient with me and my sister, and told about when they had to be in the army at eighteen or nineteen. I shared all my embarrassing moments with her, and she shared hers with me. We got cotton candy and popcorn, and walked all around this really huge lake. I was so glad to be with her. And then...


... we had to go. She watched us leave, with a sad look in her eye. I had her email address, but it wasn't the same. We couldn't walk the park together until next time I went to Romania. I was going to miss her. And my grandfather. And Tina. And Paula. And Cocuta. And Romania.


I would miss that silly little elevator that barely fit one person in our apartment building. I was going to miss those loud, aggressive hound dogs that barked me to sleep in the night. I was going to miss that great, big, smelly church that always stood next to our building. Most of all, I was going to miss Romania.


Romania.


Romania.


ROMANIA...


Good night, Romania.

Work

Man, what was the last time I actually wrote something here? I can't help it--I'm really busy. Just a few days ago, I was still in Quebec. And these days, I'm having sleepless nights. On one of them, I literally stayed up until 4:00 in the morning, waking up my parents and crying. Oh, well.


I can't wait until I go to Romania. I'll be able to see my grandparents from my mom's side, and my grandpa from my dad's. And hopefully, I'll sleep better.


And after we go to Romania, I wait a week and school starts! But not just any school--MIDDLE SCHOOL!!! You can imagine how nervous but excited I am. I mean, I have no idea what to expect. Are the teachers strict, do they give you detention right away, do they give you a hard time? I've heard from some kids in other schools that the teachers let you swear and even swear a little themselves. So then, are they careless? Are they hotheaded? I'll just have to wait and see.


But currently, I'm going to summer camp and that's what I have to focus on. The camp is called Monroe. It's a school about art. You usually have two art classes there per day--one with markers and sculptures and things like that, and clay. We also have Sports and Games there, but it's not as important.


So I have my work set for me. I'd better get to it!


--Bianca