"Here's to us! Who's like us? *darn* few!" - Merrily We Roll Along

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Monthly Book Review

It is time for my Monthly Book Review. I have read many books this month, but two in particular have captured my heart.

I am David by Anne Holm, is a brilliant story about a boy who escapes from a concetration camp. He travels to Denmark, after receiving a tip from a guard. He doesn't know why he is supposed to go there, or even what he'll find. He constantly worries that he will be caught, because he doesn't act like a regular child. And then, there's his eyes. Everyone he meets says that he has "knowing" eyes. It ends very nicely, although just a tad abrubtly.

Homecoming by Cynthia Voigt, tells about Dicey, age 13, and her 3 siblings (John, 10, Maybeth, 9, and Sammy, 6), as they travel to their aunt's house, after their mother's disappearence. Along the way, Dicey has to deal with not having enough money, finding a place to sleep, being inconspicious, and keeping her family together. After finding that their late aunt's house -now inhibited by a cousin learning to be a nun-leaves something to be desired, they make their way to their obscure grandmother's house. This story was suberb. It kept me on the edge of my seat, and it is the first series, since A Series Of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, that I wish to pursue.

Why My Brother's Junior Prom Date Will Attack Him

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From School

I write to you, dear readers, during Gym class. I, unfortunately, did not update yesterday, and this is my punishment.
I couldn't stop laughing in Scripture Class due to several "laughable" moments. I'm not a bad student, but sometimes I can't stop laughing.
I think it might actually be possible that I got an A for this first half of the year in both Biology and Algebra. This is very odd because they are my absolute worst subjects. Time to go, I'll write more later, on the subject: My Brother's Junior Prom Date Will Attack Him.

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Is it possible to keep your head in the clouds, yet stay atop of everything? How about give everything your all, but still keeping a little for yourself, in case things don't work out?

Of mice & men, cabbages, and kings

People always ask, "Popsicle Toes, what makes you happy?" Often I reply, "Red sweaters, hot chocolate, laughing freely, etc., etc." But of course, then there are books. J'adore les livres. (I adore books) They are a window to worlds unseen. Most recently, I read Homecoming by Cynthia Voight. That is the first time that I felt compelled to pursue a series of books other than Narnia or A Series Of Unfortunate Events. It kept me on the edge of my seat, and wanting more. Isn't that what a book should be about?

Disgusted

Today, we had a pep-rally, and as if that wasn't enough to add to my disgust, people were jeering at this girl, Mandie. I, personally, think that Mandie is mentally-challenged, because of the way that she acts and talks.
Apparently, she is in the Dance Squad, which was also apart of the pep-rally. She didn't know all of the steps, and the ones she did know were rather awkward. People began mockingly cheering for her and yelling her name, all the while saying, "Oh, what a loser!" and "Mandie is soo hot, yeah right!" And to make matters worse, she doesn't know they are laughing at her. I wish that people could see that it isn't funny at others' expense, especially someone who doesn't understand.
Now I know why inhumane comes from human.

Goodbye Love

I hate. Are you surprised that I, Popsicle Toes could ever hate? Don't be surprised, it makes you sound naive.
Yes, I admit that at times I hate ideas, but sometimes, a lot of times, I hate people. I know that it is wrong, and you should love everyone, but there are people who are so wicked and vile that I can't help it.
How can anyone argue that I shouldn't hate Adolf Hitler or Saddam Hussein? Sure they are human beings, but personally, I think that they were possessed by the Devil, and we should hate the Devil right? Sue me, I'm human.

Je ne sais pas

Well, if you followed me from my other blog, which I doubt you did, you'll know that I love french phrases. This particular phrase means, "I don't know." This is a phrase that I wish people would say more often, but instead, they ramble on about things that they know nothing about. Take for instance a situation at school (I'm not allowed to give the particulars). I know the kid that it concerns, I'm not fond of him, but I'm always humane and polite, my mother called his mum to see if everything was O.K., and to get the facts. Because I know him, my mum won't let me discuss it, but anyway, kids won't stop talking and gossipping about it. They don't even know half of what's going on, yet they keep talking....