I'm Telling!

Amy called the cops on the little kids that live on our street last night. Well, to be fair, the kids causing the problems (1) aren't little and (2) don't technically live on our street. They live on the corner. On the other street. The kids on our street are pretty good, normally. But last night a group of 5 of them (the not-so-little ones -about 12-14 years-old- who don't really live on our street), started causing trouble. They were threatening to beat up the little kids (really, this one kid, Miguel, is 5...they were threatening him) and riding this motorbike they have up and down the street, just missing parked cars and not moving out of the way for moving cars. I thought we should just let them get hit (I had been studying bio, so I was all about survival of the fittest...), but then the one kid took the helmet off of the other kid and threw it at MY car. At Ethyl. Now, Ethyl is old. She does not need to have helmets thrown at her. They had already thrown a can of starter fluid at our landlords car, so Amy called the cops. They never came. But she sat outside and waited for them until she heard the kid on the bike start saying "but what if the cops come?" So she called again. They showed up this time. They were in an unmarked car, so the kids were riding their bike down the street and straight at the cop car. Then the cops turned on their lights. It was kinda funny. The kids on the motorbike were escorted home. The cops confiscated the motorbike. Apparently they had been called a few times about this bike.

The best thing about last night? The 4 big kids from not-on-our-street were all right near the car when the cops turned on their lights. The cops took all of them and walked them home. The other kids, from our street, were at the other end of the block. The kids ran TOWARDS the cops. You don't see that often on the West Side.

Happy Sloth Day! I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. Instead of going shopping today, my family spends the entire day doing absolutely nothing...sometimes we get out Christmas decorations to get ready for tomorrow (Christmas Tree Hunting Day), but most of the day is spend on the couch watching Christmas movies and eating left-overs. Of which there are plenty at mom and dad's house. Not only was there a ton of food last night, they made sure everyone got huge servings:

I love this time of year. I love the decorations, the scents, the specials on TV, the food, not having school, and most of all - the family time. This morning I spent time with my mom and Julia. After walking along Main St. looking in all the windows at the decorations and toys, we stopped into Taste for a mocha and a cookie. I drank the mocha, and Julia got the cookie:

How could you not love a season that let you spend time with that smile?

Dear Mr. Squarepants,

Can I call you SpongeBob? Or even Bob? I feel like we're close enough to be on a first name basis. I mean, I've spent hours upon hours watching you on TV.

I sleep with you every night.

















I wake up to your beautiful singing voice every morning (or used to, until I got a "big girl" alarm clock..)























But, SpongeBob, I have a complaint. I wanted to relax the other night, and was really looking forward to a nice, hot, bubble bath. I poured some of your Bikini Bottom bubble bath into the tub, sank into the water, and gagged. WHY, oh why, SpongeBob, does your bubble bath smell like wet dog? The Incredibles have bubble bath that smells like fruit punch. It's nice. Barbie has bubble bath that smells like bubble gum. A little sweet, but still better than wet dog.

I'm disappointed, SpongeBob. I was looking forward to our bath, and now we won't ever have another bubble bath together. Unless, of course, you make your bubble bath smell better.

Rebecca's Bricks

Last week over dinner one night Sue asked if Amy and I wanted to go to an art opening with her. Someone she new had told her about a woman who made pictures out of Legos, and she was showing them at the College St. Gallery starting last night. I said no. #1, I had an exam last night. #2, I wasn't really interested seeing Lego creations. But, she kept asking until finally we said OK, after my exam we'd go. So we went. When we walked in I saw 3 things made out of legos, a ball, a chess board, and a box. I almost laughed. I was like, "really? this is her big opening?" But, I was polite and went over to the free wine and poured myself a glass. Then I saw a reproduction of Van Gogh's Starry Night. I LOVE that painting, so I went over to look at it closer, and realized THE WHOLE THING WAS DONE OUT OF LEGO'S. All of the pictures around the gallery were. It was really cool. Check out her website. Or, if you get a chance, go look at her stuff in the gallery. Or you can wait until we move, when Starry Night will be hanging somewhere in our new house...

What have I learned?

Louis and I are taking the same exact chemistry class. We have the same book, the same notes, the same labs. It's the same class. Only his is at Canisius and mine is at UB. His numerical grade on his last exam was an 80. After the curve it came out to a B. Great, right? I was really happy for him. Especially since my numerical grade on the last exam was a 56. My grade after the curve? A B-. So...I may not have actually learned anything this semester, but I have a good chance at beating Louis's grades :)