Vividly Disgraceful

I have spent the past six days (not including Tuesday last) with Vividly. It is now possible to call her Vividly Disgraceful! We were at my grandparents house, and the night before we went we had a sleepover at my home. She now has a new obsession. Resale shops. In fact, I will get her to write a blog post about it. (again her blog is leporard-stuff.blogspot.com) Anyway, we start school in one week! AND we are both in the same advisee! (If anyone does not know what that is please post a comment which I or Viv will answer by way of Post or comment. Anyway GAG. SCHOOL. It makes me wish summer vacation would go on forever, although I LOVE my school. And I love my sixth grade teacher!!!!! Although I love school, I'm sort of scared starting sixth grade since A. It is MS (middle school) B. I think it will be quite different then JU-A (my old class 4th and 5th grades) and C. We are studying Africa, and don't really know anything about Africa and am not sure I'll like it!!! Oh by the way, so far morse code is not going anywhere (YET)

Oh well, as always,

Dramatically,

Eleven
P.S. Sorry there is no oicture I tried but it didn't work

Dash Dot Dot Dash (X)

Vividly and I are attempting to learn morse code. Wish us luck. We may not succeed. *sigh*

_.. ._. .___ _ .. _._. ._ Oh whatever!

Dramatically,

Eleven

Goodbye

Finally I can say goodbye to a whole bunch of junk that has been bothering my brain. The thing that has been bothering me longest? The head and foot board of my bed. The other that has been bothering me for a short time is my monkeys. Was I going to get them done on time?!?!?!?!
YES! AND my stupid, chunky head and foot board to my bed are "going bye-bye"
Hip Hip Hurrah! Hip Hip Hurrah! Hip Hip HIPPOPOTAMUS!

Dramatically,

Eleven

AAAHH!

Good Grief! I, Eleven, am worn out and bruised. How am I supposed to know that this almost seven-year old STILL has the power of dynamite?! Bruised and mutilated as I am, I will still have to sell sock-monkeys! did I mention, Viv and I's friend, December is coming with me. Sorry Vividly, but Monday...
Anyway Cem is excited to meet Cannon (my cousin), she had a chat with him on the phone, and we both he is so funny! Anyway I almost have three sockmonkeys done, but together all the work they need is enough to make a whole monkey! GAG and I need them done by tomorrow! *sigh*
Anyway, as always,

Dramatically,

Eleven

It's That Time Again

It's that time again where I have to start making crafts. It's that time again where I have to go on a two hour long drive to the mountains. It's that time again where I have to walk for an hour in the heat to look at other people's crafts. It's time for the art show.

This year I hope to make sock monkeys. I don't think it will work. It is Wednesday and I think I go to the art show on Friday. Ahh, well there's always next year. Anyway is this monkey cute or what? (not made by Eleven) Give me your input. Send me some socks. Please. Really. I NEED SOCKS!

Dramatically,

Eleven

And we drove The Whole Way

Eleven speaking!
OK, everyone, first, quick update. I am still at Vividly Literary's house, typing on her computer, but she is not dropping bracelets on my toe!
Now, to business. This weekend, (more like last Thursday to Monday) I was at my great-grandmother's house. we stayed at her house since she is so old shecan't live there anymore. (she is almost 100) My mom, Perfectly Disgraceful, and my sister Younger Disgraceful, and I, Eleven Disgraceful, all went. My poor father, Rex Disgraceful, had to stay home (more like he chose to stay home) to work on the house and go to work. Perfectly had to drive the car for six hours, all the way (not including pit-stops) to Great-Grandma's house. We got there about 7:30 (pm) and had some EXTREMELY crappy pizza. Then Younger went to bed and Aunt, Uncle and Grandteacher (my grandmother) watched TV 'till 10:30.

Dramatically

Eleven

LATER: the next day

Vividly

Hi, me, Eleven here to write my first post. In this case, about my best friend, Vividly.
If you want to visit her blog click the link. Well, Viv and I like to do almost everything together. We like to shop together, read together, watch movies together, and laugh together. We even have the same sense of style and almost wish we could double eachother's wardrobes, which frequently causes some small fights, since neither of us wants the other to have the same clothes. In fact, right now I'm at her house, on her computer, writing this, while she sits behind me, breathing down my neck. And asking me to hurry up. And dropping braclets on my toe. Maybe I should go. Maybe if I go, she'll stop dropping braclets on my toes.

Dramatically,

Eleven