A 30 Day Blogging Thing: Day Nine

I believe in everything that the Bible says.

A 30 Day Blogging Thing: Day Eight

This is about moments.

I think that they don't happen very often, like what Stephan Sondheim says in Into the Woods. (If anybody's curious, the song's called "Moments in the Woods.")

Oh. if life were made of moments,

Even now and then a bad one-!
But if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one.

A 30 Day Blogging Thing: Day Seven

This one's hard. I don't really have a best friend, but a lot of really good friends.

Olivia and I laugh at Alfred Hitchcock.

Ruth R, Joanna, Helen, Ashley, Shaanthi, and I play charades and sing.

Then there are all the people from NaNo, especially the ones in the Alien games.

And the people from Storytellers. We don't get that much writing done, actually...

A 30 Day Blogging Thing: Day Six

Every day's about the same. Mom and Dad keep telling me to get up at about 7:30 for about 10 or 15 minutes. I go down to eat breakfast, then clean up my room, get dressed, and feed the rabbit.

School's after that. Because of TPS and the fact that Dad's teaching me some subjects, and he has a schedule that has to be stuck to, we actually have a schedule. :P I have his subjects every weekday except Thursday. Mom's subjects are done every day.

Today I have German class in the morning, and Justin tutors math in the evening. Tests are normally done today, too...At the last minute. :P

A 30 Day Blogging Thing: Day Five

Love: A profoundly tender affection to something else.

A 30 Day Blogging Thing: Day Four

We like simple food, especially if it feeds everybody for 1 dollar or less. A lot of it's British, too.

Last night, we had Egg in Hole, fried potatoes, and fruit.

Egg in Hole is a piece of bread with a hole in the middle of it. You crack an egg into the hole and let it fry.

Day Three: Your Parents

Dad likes sausage, cheese, beer, debating theology, and teaching. He's a Latin, Greek, and vocabulary teacher online, and an ordained pastor in the American Association of Lutheran Churches.

Mom likes blue and white china, Jane Austen, homemaking, and music. She teaches music history and music theory online, and used to teach piano and flute.

Both of them lived in Missouri until Dad got a job in the Appalachian mountains that wasn't a coal-mining job. They both worked at a school. That's where Lizzie went until 6th grade.

Now it's normal to hear "Roma in Italia est. Italia in Europa est. Eygyptus in Europe non est. Egyptus in Africa sunt." and "Vivaldi was nicknamed the Red Priest, and sometimes, during a mass, he would get an idea for a piece of music and wander off to write it." It feels weird when no one's teaching.