Word of the Day

Word of the Day on June 5th is:

                       Impaled

Let's use "impaled" in a sentence:

E almost got impaled by my book on the way to school this morning.

In other news:
A local farmer was almost impaled by a van while crossing an intersection this morning.

Cheese. Cake.

Dearest Y'all,

Today is a wonderful day to be super confused. First the sky's like: cloudy!! Then the sky was like: sunny!! Now the sky's like: make it rain!! God must be having an iffy kinda day.

Yesterday was the super awesome Menno Sale which wasn't as super awesome as it has been in earlier years. I lasted only half an hour before I got bored. There wasn't any strawberries and ice cream which only crushed my dreams a little. I held back those tears with difficulty. However, there was much yummy rollcuchen and perogies (I can't spell the German name for them) and apple fritters and rosettes. At least I ate good.

After lunch I was working on my french homework when Cate texted me to get over to her house asap cuz E was having a stress related problem. She hadn't started her 60 min seminar for world issues yet so Cate and I helped out lots. We worked for 10 straight hours only stopping for supper and a brief walk to the loads of fun park. If you ever need two people to research a topic for you, just call up Cate and I, we know how to find what you need found. We researched then sent the info over to E so she could write what she was going to say. I have to say, we were the best teamwork group I've ever seen. However, I'm still on the ice cube activity.

Six days ago, to be exact, I was hit by a baseball that meant me harm. My knee is now home to a beautiful yellow bruise which is apparently staying for a while. I can't fully bend my knee yet and there is still a lovely bump protruding out of my knee capish area. Don't be alarmed folks, I am taking extra precautions by walking around, running over the way to Grandmothers and accidentally hitting it off stuff. I really don't see how it could get any worse.

We're on the countdown of seven, I said seven, more days left of school before I have to write two measly exams and then: graduation. The only thing left to do now is finish my book in preparation. I could also study but what would be the fun in that? I mean really, don't study, get a really bad mark in all your classes, have that super awesome college that you really want to go to, decline your acceptance. DENIED is something we don't want to see, so maybe I'll look over my notes once or twice to get the gist of the information.

Live long and prosper, this is t-bear signing off.