Happy Thanksgiving!

     Happy turkey day everybody! Ok I said it now. See I'm a good person. Anyway it's 8 in the morning at my aunts house and I'm stuck helping... Again. Last time I helped make Thanksgiving I was ten and it totally squashed my dreams. I really loved cooking so I wanted to be a chef when I grew up but After cooking from dawn to dusk that quickly got thrown out the window.
     My parents have bad habit of doing that to me. I said I wanted to be a nurse they so me pearl harbor(Which scared the crap out of me) then I wanted to go into the national guard but my dad said no which means not in a million years. And then I wanted to be a dog trainer so they got a puppy named Milo. He's about 7 months old I he still doesn't sit on command. He jumps up on people through when he hears me yelling at them. (That's really funny to watch actually) but that's not the point. Do all parents do this to their kids?
     I once made muffins  for my dad when he and my older brother Christian went hunting for the first time. They were leaving at 6 in the morning so they went the bed early. I decided to stay up and make them muffins. It was my own recipe that I like to call breakfast cake (or breakfast muffins in this case) Any way I woke up just before they were about to leave and I gave them to them. Christian wouldn't even touch them. But my dad took one bite and spit it right out. He told me that they were terrible. He threw the muffin down and it bounced back up to him. We all stared wide eyed as my dad started bouncing the muffin like a rubber ball. One of my younger brother (I don't remember which one) took a differnt one and tried to bounce it against the wall and it ended up leaving a dent. From then on my muffins are now called edible baseballs.
     That's my funny story for this week. I'm out of here. Happy turkey day!

Safety Day

     Today is Safety Day!!!!!!!!!!! Not that I'm a hunter or anything. It just means that I get the day off from school. Nananana. This is one of the advantages of living in the country. They give you a whole day off from school just to go hunting. (Or bum around the house like me.) It's kinda dumb though that we have thursday off and have school on friday just to lead into the weekend. The other schools get to have tomorrow off why can't we? Most of the kids and teachers won't even be there. I asked my mom if I can just call in sick and have a four day weekend but no. I have to keep my grades up. :P
     That reminds me we had confrences tuesday. I don't see why they can't just send a letter home and say your kid is doing awsome or your kid sucks. That would be so much simpler. 'Cause I don't want my mom meeting my teachers. They're there to teach me not her. Not that I have anything hide. I'm getting all A's. But what happens in school should stay in school until the end of the year when we should just burn all our papers.
     We was comparing the weight of binders at lunch earlier this week and mine was the heavist. Do you know what I have in my binder? 2 notebook. 2! Thats it the rest is all papers! This proves that teachers are giving us way too much homework. And I don't throw away anything until the end of the year. Last year my friends convinced me to clean out my binder. My binder went from 5 inches to about 2. Feeling a little bit happy about not having to carry around all that weight for the last week of school. I enter my history class and my teacher anonced that we would be having a test over everything this year. I was not a happy camper. Lucky for me the test wasn't very hard. That's it for this week. See ya.