This is Pixie my hamster. She likes to climb and is sort of independent. She looks like a mouse and is sort of a blackish, grey. She likes to burrow in her bedding of carefresh. I just adopted her today at Petco, November 11, 2011. I really like her and she likes me. (I think...)
(I accidentally deleted this post, so here it is back up again!)
My friends and I have a club. (No tree houses.) Called the Book Worm Gals. Each one of us chooses a book with a deadline. All of us are supposed to read it and you have a choice if your away on vacation. (Like my friend who is currently in india for six months.) at the end of the deadline You meet at the persons house and talk about how you like (and don't like) the book. One of my friends choose this book.
You know, I'm honestly just trying to get away from going to bed. "One more sentence!" is what I'm saying right now. But I think it's going to be way more than that. In 4th grade they're just piling home work assignment, after homework assignment, after homework assignment. It's way too much homework ifyou ask me. I mean really, who would assign 40 pages (maybe I'm exaggerating a bit.) the day before their due?
When I was four, I moved away from Chicago, and all my old friends too. Since then my life has been changing from friends to no friends, no uniform to uniform, and I was pulling in and out of happiness. I kept asking when we would be moving back but the same answer always flew back at me, "We aren't going back." And after a while I understood. When I moved it was in the middle of summer so we had to find a new school for me because we could no longer use my old school in Chicago and we stumbled across my first school where I met my best friends. We didn't have my brother H. yet and my pestering about wanting someone to play with hit the line. which led to the result about going all the way to Korea to get our zero year old H. Then my mom said we had to move schools. Right after I had settled in too! So took a few tours around a few schools I picked out my favorite. All the girls (and even a few boys too) were flirting with H. even if they were in third grade. I guess it all worked out fine in the end, I have friends, and I've gotten used to the uniform again. People at new schools who are reading this, "make friends fast!"