Fonts

So I’m testing out this font that I’ve downloaded on Windows Live Writer to see if the fonts shows up online if I use this font here when typing the post.

Go to www.sugarfrogfonts.com or something like that to find an awesome website with cute handwriting fonts! For ABSOLUTELY FREE! And it’s so prettyful.

:D

I love it.

And with this awesome new laptop, I feel I can do almost anything in the world. I feel so achieved. I have my own private laptop to do things with. It’s a wonderful feeling.

It is.

 

I’m making cookies tomorrow, so I’m probably going to post some pictures. Yummy oatmeal cookies for youth group in church! C:

 

Some people say it’s going to snow tomorrow, some people say it’s going to snow a lot.

All I Know is, if it ever snows, it’ll be pretty--

for sure.

It’ll be like flakes in the wind, gently touching against the skin of Mother Earth,

beautifying anything it blesses to touch.

Snow is pretty on anything

everything

when there’s that thin, crystally layer,

when the snow comes down ever so steadily,

that you have that urge to bend back and stick your tongue out.

Snow is pretty on everything,

even grass, even benches, even trees, even the earth-damaging, air-polluting cars.

It’s makes everything so naiive and beautiful,

so that it covers everything

and shields it with a layer of pure

white

and beauty.

Snow is pretty on anything and everything,

but it doesn’t last long.

It goes away,

because of the roaring trucks

and people mushing it up,

turns into brown muddy snow,

that beauty corrupted,

I can go on forever with this,

so I’ll stop now,

Because I have to work on my speech,

Adios. Hasta luego. Tengo que hacer mi tarea.

Winter Break Complaint

I would like to file a complaint to the guy who just made my winter break pass by so quickly?
Yes?
YOU MEANYPOO.

It's terrible. Imean, I had all these wonderful plans--to wake up early, to do all of my stuff (homework, math, piano, whatnot) before lunch, and then do whatever I want for the rest of the day.
Whatever I want meaning: reading, writing, watching some Asian TV, cooking (cookies), drawing, going on the computer, sitting and lolling about, you know.
But, no. The minute I wake up, it's already Monday night, and I'm going to school tomorrow, and I feel as sick as a bunny (if bunnies are sick, anyhow). It's terrible.

Here is the official complaint:

Complaint title: Winter Break Complaint (Creative, eh?)

Complaint to: Mr. Time

Complaint message:

Why did you make time go by so quickly? Why do you always take that time away just when I'm having fun? Why do you always have to take things away from us?

Complaint sent.

SCREW THIS.

Time might take things away, but time will also bring about the new.

WHATEVER.
The sole meaning of me living is now deprived from me--those hopes, dreams, and aspirations of what-to-do during winter break--gone.
Just flew away, like time does.
All that is left of my life now is school. School, school, school. Study, study, study. Rip your head out because of tests, projects, and essays. And homework. Sleep at twelve, sleep at twelve, sleep at twelveandanhourpastthat. AAAND wake up early, early early. Until I fall dead one day, and everyone will finally say SCHOOL IS BAD FOR YOU, but it won't be use to me, because I'd already be dead. So everyone will have fun after I die.
No point in life, no point in life, no point in life.

Yes there is!
WHOSTHAT.
Oh, yes there is!
WHOSTHAT.
Want me to prove it?
Whoever you are, prove it all you want, but it'll still be over. Over.
SPRING BREAK!
GOOD POINT! :D