Monday, December 26, 2011

iPad!!!!!

I am going to write a longer post about my iPad on my computer so I'll make this short (even though I'm having fun typing on my iPad right now): I will never, EVER, I swear on my life that I will NEVER blog on my iPad.

I can't even attach the horrible picture I made of Jane! I had to scribble to fill her in, her skin was yellow, and her hair was orange!!!! Never, dear readers, I promise.

--Jane

Sunday, December 25, 2011

He Came!

Merry Christmas, everybody!


Now, I have a half hour to write this. Mom said that I could only wake her up at 6:30, Ana at 7:30. And it is 5:57 right now so I have a little while. I just woke up.


I'm betting he came, reader! I'm betting my presents are down there RIGHT EXACTLY NOW!!

Behind that curtain is a land of opportunities, reader.


Now, I'm a little sleepy so forgive me if I garble. I have never slept like this on Christmas Eve and still be so tired.


Oh!! 6:00!!! A half hour!!


Happy Birthday, Jesus!!


OH MY MONKEYS SANTA HAS COME!!! SANTA HAS COME!!!


Despite the fact that I was up until the Santa NORAD Tracker said that his next stop is Long Island. HE STILL HAD TO COME.


I'm on to Daddy's tricks. We moved in the summer to this house and my room is right next to the attic, and I heard him bumping around in there. He hides presents in there. Next year I will search. BUT I CAN'T. So I won't.


At our old house in 2009 I got a drum set, and I'm betting Daddy couldn't hide that and so many other presents from Santa in that teeny attic, so it had to be the real Santa.


OH OH OH!!!


OH OH OH!!!


I'M SO EXCITED!

Jane has Elvis sideburns in that one.


Sorry, I was going to make a background but, ahh, 6:10!! CREEPING CLOSER... 20 minutes, reader! Ohmigosh! If it's awesome I will write another post about it. 3 posts after a month. I think you guys deserve that.


When I was little I used to hate black and white movies, because I could never tell what was going on. Now I'm totally hooked.


We watched It's a Wonderful Life, The (Somebody's) Wife, and last night we saw The Miracle on 34th street.


I checked the tracker as soon as the movie was over and it said SANTA'S NEXT STOP: Something, Long Island!


I can't remember whose wife was it and where he was going to make his next stop.


I JUST CHECKED NORAD AND IT SAID HE COMPLETED HIS FLIGHT. HE HAD TO BE HERE! HOORAY!!!


*Gasp*


My stockings are closer than the presents. I'll pick that up on my way to my parent's room.


6:13!!!


Oh my goodness we left Santa a feast of cookies! He had to give us extra presents! And Daddy told me that he had some secret mischief for Mom. What could it be?


The Feast of Christmas:



AHHH!! 6:21!!! I have to go, reader! This chat was heavenly! BYE!!!


--Jane

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas!

IT'S BEEN A MONTH.

It's been a month since I last posted, and you guys have STILL been checking in.

I love you guys.

So. Obviously, it's Christmas.

I made a promise to myself that there would be NO ELECTRONICS ON CHRISTMAS OR CHRISTMAS EVE. NONE.

I just can't keep that promise. I have to see my people.

This will be published tomorrow (Christmas) or today (Christmas Eve) I promise. I promise.

I have actually been working on a blogpost called Cats since November 11th, and so far I have used eight shades of gray. That's a bit wrong.

But, nevertheless, I'm back, I'm 11 years old, I'm still Jane and LET'S PARTY!!
It's Christmas Eve, for monkeys' sake! What else would I be doing?






Okay, maybe that..



And... and that... but...




Okay, that too.



But the point is, I'm here. I could be elsewhere, but I chose to be here. Sitting on a couch, not even dressed, putting off a shower while Thomas snores next to me.



Thomas is my cat.



Mom's busy at the kitchen making our turkey dinner, Ana's in her room on her computer, (NO ELECTRONICS ANA. YES. I CAN SEE YOU.) and Dad's at the grocery store. There are presents under the tree...Thomas is still snoring...

So I'm just waiting for something to write about.


...



Thomas just shifted his position.



...



Booboobooboobooooooo dee doodoo



Oh great, now I'm singing.



DADDY, TURN THE TV OFF.



Normally I have sort of a script for blogposts but I'm writing this from scratch. I'll write another one if I can't sleep while I'm staying up for Santa, so there's a 98% chance there will be two blogposts after a month of... emptiness...



Oh, I've been writing a story.



So... yeah.



So yeah.



I'll see you tonight.



--Jane



;)
:)



MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Random Picture Of The Week

OMG! Guys, I know these random pictures are getting boring. I'm just SO BUSY!!! I've got school and stress, and I'm taking a trip to San Fransisco for Thanksgiving!!!


I swear a new post will come out soon. I'm so sorry.


Thanksgiving dinosaur:

--Jane

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Fish

Warning: You should not read this post when you're eating. Or breathing. Or living.

I love fishing. It's just that I have a crippling weakness for the fish, and whenever I catch one I have to throw it back. The hard part is explaining it to my dad.









DAD: Jane! That was a beautiful catch! Why did you throw it back?

ME: It was too little.



DAD: It was a foot long!



ME: Well, that's too little.



And then there was The Fluke.



I was having a really good day. Fishing with Dad and my Grandad.


Nothing we caught was very good, so I decided to name them.

ME: We've had 2 sea robins and four flukes.

GRANDADDY: I got a bite!




We reeled him in.




DAD: What a specimen!ME: He's nice. Now throw him back.




GRANDADDY, TO THE CAPTAIN: Is he legal?




CAPTAIN: He sure looks legal.




ME, TUGGING ON GRANDADDY'S HAND: Throw him back, Grandaddy.

DAD: You hear that, Janie? We just caught our dinner.




ME: Throw him back!




GRANDADDY: Naw, we gonna eat him.

ME: Great. His name will be...




DAD: Don't do that or you'll feel sad when we eat him.




ME: Eat him?!




They stored him under the bench. As I fished, I could hear him flopping about, gasping.
Finally, they put him in some water. He lay there, looking at me.





















I waited inside the cabin when they took him to gut him and tear off his skin.


This is probably one of the most violent blog posts ever.



I also just called him The Fluke because Dad said I couldn't name him.



So anyway, we brought his remains home, cooked him, and ate him.




So, after The Fluke...



I think I'll stick to lobster.



--Jane