Thought I would post one (possibly more later) for your enjoyment. There's nothing particularly, well, stellar about the writing, but it's definitely amusing (at least to me?).
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Well, that explains it! :) HA! Quite the little comedian, right? Teacher must have thought I was a major goofball. My face turned red reading this, but then I laughed at myself, cuz I was such a dork. Just thought I would add: my parents still live in the same house, but my Dad has since spent mucho dinero raising the roof (literally). Of course, this had to happen AFTER I moved out. Now the rooms are humongous! And tall enough to jump up and down and even do cartwheels in. Some things in life come along just a little bit too late, know what I mean?
But I must say, as much as my little hobbit room annoyed me then, I think part of me will always miss it and think back on it fondly...
There are many new things that I would love to have, but I would say that the coveted spot at the top of my list would have to go to a new bedroom, in a new house. I have lived at my house since I first turned seven. Problem is, my room is not tall enough for me. We call it the hobbit room, and it's really part of the attic, converted. This was really neat when I was smaller and shorter, and friends think it's kinda cool when they see it for the first time, but now it is a big nuisance to me. I can't dance or practice cheerleading or have tall furniture in my room. Plus, it's always so stuffy and uncomfortable. I have hoped, for a long time, to have the same size bedroom that all of my friends have (normal sized). I have bumped my head so many times on the door frame, or the ceiling, that I am surprised it is still functioning correctly!
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Well, that explains it! :) HA! Quite the little comedian, right? Teacher must have thought I was a major goofball. My face turned red reading this, but then I laughed at myself, cuz I was such a dork. Just thought I would add: my parents still live in the same house, but my Dad has since spent mucho dinero raising the roof (literally). Of course, this had to happen AFTER I moved out. Now the rooms are humongous! And tall enough to jump up and down and even do cartwheels in. Some things in life come along just a little bit too late, know what I mean?
But I must say, as much as my little hobbit room annoyed me then, I think part of me will always miss it and think back on it fondly...
1 comment:
So I just saw that you have this second blog. Good for you. I thought your writing was cute & I laughed a little. I like where you put "I have lived at my house since I first turned seven." - as opposed to the second time you turned seven? I used to say stuff like that too. Something like - "I've never in my whole life" and grandma would give me a look like "and that's *such* a long time!". Ha! Great stuff. I'll have to add this to my daily reads & check back.
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