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Guess what? my cusins are here from chicago!
they came on wednesday, and they are leavind in sunday.
i know it's a short trip, but at least it's a trip!
my cousins are pretty carazy, and sometimes violent (they are boys!)
Spencer is 11, and Sammy is 7
you know what's weird?
spencer has a girlfriend, and he's in 5th grade!
i don't even have a boyfriend!
it's going to be a lonely valentine's day!!
boo-hoo
oh well
i'm still glad they're here
This is my crazy dad. He's definitely crazy, but we love him!
This is one of my best friends, Tara, and we're in the same grade, same school. She also goes to my drama class with me. Look at that drama queen! Ooee!
This is Lexi, also one of my best friends who goes to my school and is in my grade. I guess I caught her by surprise! Hee-Hee-Hee!
This is Ana... yet again another one of my friends at my school, in my grade. I just went to her ice-skating party to celebrate her 11th birthday. We had a blast!!
This is Kendall, my wicked(actually not-so-wicked, but anyway) step-mother trying, in vain(and not doing that great a job, if you know what I mean) to copy the pose of the robot behind her at the Museum of Science and Industry.
This is my crazy cousin, Sammy, who lives in Chicago, Illinois, making funny faces as always! Silly boy!
This is my Aunt Sue and my Uncle Jeff at Moosejaw(a restaurant in Wisconsin Dells, WI) wearing the tradtional Moosejaw Antlers on our two day trip to Wilderness Resort, an AWESOME waterpark! YEAH!!
This is Hayley, yet another of my friends at school and in my grade. She's a little crazy. Well, maybe not just a little, but still. Above her to the right is Briana, but everyone calls her Bri for short. Briana is Hayley's friend and also in my... you know what I mean.
Samantha is tom-boy, so everyone calls her Sam. She really shy, but her niceness makes up for it. She is, yet again, a girl who is in my grade and school.
This is my other cousin, Spencer, who is Sam's older brother in Chicago. He's-get this-a drummer in a band called the Blisters, and he 's only ten, soon to be eleven! Wow!
This is Morgan. Kendall used to baby-sit her everyday, but Kendall's going through some complications with Tony, her mom. I've written posts about her(see Morgan the Angil-Devel under Archives, then April 2005).
This is my other aunt and uncle, Brooke and Scott. Brooke is pregnant with Hallie, their first(and so far only)child in the picture. Hallie just turned 1 year old! Yay!
This is Lisa, our family friend, with a stuffed unicorn on her head. My stuffed unicorn. She's a math genius, along with her sister.
This is Tom, Lisa's husband. He works in theater, and he's REALLY tall!!
This is my surprise 10th party. My dad said it was the only surprise birthday party where the recipient was truly and fully surprised, and, I was. From the top left, starting with the blond girl(the only one looking at the camera) is Sascha, me, Annalisa, and Sally. The middle row is Tara. The bottom row is Samia, Veronica, Arianna, and Katya. Everyone except Katya went, or is going to YADA, my old acting school. Tara and Katya go to my school. Go us! YAY!
This is my grndmother, Martine, but we all call her baba, because she is French.
This is my mom and step-dad, Mark with me at my Hoop-a-thon, with my trophy I won. Go me!!
This is Allen, the crazy perfectionist. Weird combo, huh? Can't you tell by his eyes, and if you could see his handwriting. Oh boy!
That's it for now! please write comments, I love to hear from you! Bye bye now.
I know I havn't written in awhile, But know I'm saying Hi. Sooo... HI!! Luv ya, Leah
Today we're hosting a Christmas Eve party. We are going to play a very fun gift-swapping game. I just received an ipod nano, and I already down loaded 101 songs.I'm happy about THAT.
I'm feeling very BLAH Right now.
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Just so you know, I was just typing what I saw onn the screen of the posting place!!!!!!!!!! Isn't that a great idea?
I wasn't mad when I wrote "Uh I'm Mad". Me and my cousin were just fooling around one day last summer!
SEE YOU NEXT POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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These are some of the pictures I took yesterday of our block which is completely decorated for Halloween. It sounds weird, but they were filming a "Monk" episode that will start the new season next fall. We were at the catering tent and we saw the trick-or-treaters. I wish I could be one of the trick-or-treater extras! There were five kids in costumes. There was a Dracula, an army sergeant, a hippie, a witch, and a princess. I think the princess was really pretty with her makeup on. I think she was the prettiest of all of them. She had blonde hair, red lips, a pink dress, and purple shoes.
By the way, the title, Junetober, is because it felt like it was Halloween, which takes place in October, in the middle of June. This is our front door, all decorated. It was funny because the paper goblin to the right was really messed up and I tried to fix it to look like the other one. It didn’t work so I just left it there for the picture. If you look closely you can see the mini-Frankenstein in the chair. He is actually kind of cute up close (see photo at right). He has dark black hair, a funny little suit, and his face is so full of wrinkles he looks like an old man. Why am I telling you this? You’re looking at the pictures, you can see for yourself! (Click on any photo to see a bigger version.)
This is the really cool life-sized guy that’s standing outside our door. I think it’s a vampire because of the fangs and the cape (because it’s red like blood) but Kendall thinks it’s a goblin. I don’t know why. My dad thinks it looks like an old count who may or may not be a vampire. I think it looks like my dad with his nose pulled up! (Just kidding.) It’s really cool because at night his eyes light up RED! I think his hair kind of looks like Albert Einstein but there’s a little bit less of it. I wish we could keep him for Halloween but it’s part of the set and they’re going to take him away when the finish shooting the show on Monday.
These are the characters they put on the sides of our house. I think the vulture is really cute but also really ugly at the same time. The cat I think if it was real I’d run away! There are two landings by the side of our stairs, on each side, and these characters are on top of each pair.
This character is hanging in our driveway. I think it’s a girl but my dad thinks it’s a boy. What do you think? I think it’s a girl because it has long hair. I think it looks like a Dementor from Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban. (You know, the weird black thing that sucks your soul out of your mouth!)
We had lunch and dinner at the catering tent. It was really good! We had hamburgers for lunch and fruit and lemonade. For dinner we had steak, all different flavors of pizzas, chicken, salads and clams, and for dessert they had jello, strawberry and marble ice cream, fried apples and bananas, and two different cakes. I love when they shoot on our block because there’s always great food. Also, in our backyard, they had snacks that went on all night because they were shooting at night. After I went to bed they came and did a scene inside our house even though they weren’t supposed to (they checked with my dad of course!).
I hope you liked my photo essay of the Halloween shooting on our block!
As I've realized over the past couple of months, the Tasmanian Devel has her "angil" side. As you can see, devil and angel are spelled wrong. That is because the "i" in devil goes and makes 90% good or angel and 10% bad or devil, and vice versa.
1. She is so sweet and generous, except for when she's not in a good mood.
2. If you ask right, if you don't want her to have something, it's easy to get something back. And it's very amusing the way she says "please" because she says "peas" because babies can't usually pronounce the "L" sound.
3. She is so cute you could die. She laughs so sweetly and cutely that it makes you want you want to laugh.
As I told you in "Chicken Soup," I said that I would tell you about the next section "On Crushes" when I finished. I have finished and I didn't like it as much as I thought I would or as much I liked "On Friendship."
Once upon a time in a faroff land...blah blah blah...whatever. Basically, I had this Barbie doll and its head came off, and ever since then we've been hiding the Barbie head, and now we've made a council, the Council of the Barbie Head, and we have meetings in the bathroom, and we basically hide the Barbie head in different places and scare each other to death. For instance, once we hid it in my dad's sock, once we hid it in Kendall's wallet, once we hid it in on top of my deodorant, and many, many, many more places. And here are the rules:
1. If someone hides the Barbie head, and another person asks who it's hidden for, they must tell, but they do not have to tell where it's hidden because that would be cheating.
2. Anyone can hide the Barbie head after it has been found. It doesn't have to be the person who found it.
I think hiding the Barbie head provide many many laughs and thrills and screams and will do so for many years.
You should try this at home!
All right, I didn't name this after the chicken soup that's the actual soup, I named it after the book I'm reading now which is a pretty sweet book called "Chicken Soup for the Pre-Teen Soul 2." There's these different sections, for instance: On Friends, On Crushes (it's sort of like chapters, but then there's chapters in the chapters). Right now I'm on the last one in the On Friends section. The one I just read was pretty sad, and it's called "Being There." It's about this guy named Jared Garrett, and he has cerebral palsey and he has to be in an electronic wheelchair and it's really sad, and all his friends old and young, all sorts of different races help him all the time. For instance:
One of the ways that I experience friendship is through my own family. My cousin Chaz is a good example. Since I have limited use of my hands, I can't always do things myself. One time, while eating at McDonald's we decided to eat at a table away from the adults. A quarter pounder is too big for me to pick up so Chaz picked it up and fed it to me. He didn't even think about doing it, he just picked it up and did it. That's friendship.
One time I went to a sleepover at my cousin's Sky's house, and he had about eight other guys there, too. In the middle of the night, after his parents were asleep, as you can guess, we were still awake. We were all lying on the floor, talking our heads off, when we decided to get up and go outside. Because I can't put myself in my wheelchair, all the boys grabbed my arms and legs and placed me in it. No adults were needed for this amazing feat. Sometimes it's handy to have a lot of friends.
Then there's my grandpa. He's 79 years old. Whenver I get time off from school, we take a day and go to the mall. First, we go eat breakfast and he helps feed it to me. I play video games, and he helps me insert the coins. That's what I would call a really friendly grandpa.
I have another friend—a guy in his early 30s named Steve who went to summer camp with me for several years in a row. Without his help, I couldn't have participated in a lot of the activities. He totally didn't have to do that, but because he did he showed me that that's what friendship is all about.
My church youth group plays basketball at the church gym a lot. Whenever I go to these events, they allow me to play on one of the teams. Have you ever played against a team with a kid in a 100-pound wheelchair? I say that's friendship!
And I also want to share with you the last little bit of Jared's story:
If you've never really thought about the true meaning of frienship, I hope that reading this little piece of my life has given you something to think about. My friends are as differenet as people can be from one another but they all have something in common. Each of them recognizes that being a friend means being there for your friends. And as you can see, they've all been there for me.
I think that's a really sweet story, and there's other stories like stories of girls and boys who were lonely who found a friend who made them less lonely, or teased because they had weight problems or things like that. For instance in "Thanks Y'all," this girl who had weight problems and never smiled and never laughed met a huge group of friends that were inseparable: Cori, Cole, Hannah, Matt, Adriane, Ross, Toni, and her twin sister Monica, helped her get out of being a "dork," because that's what she called herself.
As I read more, for instance, the next section On Crushes, I'll tell you more about it.
Okay... all right im really sorry, ive just been busy that's all! (Drum roll...) Now the news you've all been waiting for! (trumpet, horns, drumroll) So, we got there, at the Beverly Hills Hotel, and couldn't find the people's party because we didn't get the bungalow information that was supposed to come in the mail. So we called them and they came to find us. Oh, I forgot to tell you, that there were so many people there and we had to walk on a big red carpet because it was the night before the Grammys and they were having a big party, and everyone was standing there, all the fans and the people. And then my dad left and we ran back to the bungalow and when we were there we ate burgers from room service and big brownie things, and then we watched a movie called "The Notebook." And the person who was having the party had never seen the movie before and she liked it, but it was kind of getting long and we were all tired. And finally we went to sleep, or at least we tried to get to sleep but there were these two girls who whispered a lot. And then we woke up the next day and went to Jack and Jill's for breakfast. And then we went back to the hotel and went swimming and played hide and seek and then we got dressed for the party and we were all hurrying and we finally got to the private Polo Lounge room that they reserved and we had so much fun. They had this really cool thing, like a green screen, and you sit on these stools, and you pretend to sing, you lip sync to these songs, and they have these fake bodies that were really cool that dance and they put your head on the bodies and there's all sorts of songs like "SuperFreak" and "Barbie Girl" and "Skater Boy" and much more and they give you videos to take home. Then there was this guy who was so cool, he takes this sticky stuff and makes it into balls and from that he makes it into animals and flowers and stuff, he can make almost anything, he puts in on a lollipop stick and you get to take it home. He's the best artist ever, he can do anything you ask for. But really, I don't see why they make it out of candy, you don't want to eat it, it doesn't even taste that good but it's really pretty. And they had this thing where you take vanilla and chocolate ice cream and they had all these toppings, caramel and fudge sauce, it was really cool. It was really fun, I liked the party. Oh, and I went to go pack up my bag from the bungalow and I couldn't find any of my clothes, I could only find my toothbrush and my date clock (which is a little clock that you have to hand change which says only the date). But I couldn't find any of my clothes except for one undergarment and my dad was like "Honey, you don't have any of your clothes, you have to go back" so we go back to the room and the housemaid person was leaving but we begged her to open for us and she was nice so she let us and we went back and found most of my clothes except for my jacket. I was so happy that I found my clothes! And then we went home and lived happily ever after!
Well, you see, as I said in "Footloose, Part 1," I had rehearsals Saturday morning, then I went for lunch with my dad, then we went to my mom's house (but she's in South America right now) to get something for what I'm doing tonight (I'll tell you later), then we came home and I went to my room with my stepmom and we did my whole closet, reorganized it all, got rid of SO many old clothes, then we started a Monopoly game, and now I'm writing in my blog, as you can tell, and, this is the exciting part, tonight I get to sleep over at the Beverly Hills Hotel with my friend Veronica who's turning 10 and I get to stay most of tomorrow. It's going to be so fun!!
I'll tell you how it was on Sunday after the party.
So we have rehearsals early on Saturdays and we are doing the show "Footloose" and I play a woman named Lulu Warnicker who is Ren's (the main male character) aunt. Rehearsals are fun and we're doing a lot of the play, we only have a couple more songs left--well, maybe not a couple more. The story is about a guy (Ren) who moves from Chicago to this small town called Bomont, and he loves dancing but it's against the law there. He gets all upset and decides to throw a dance. And all the adults change their mind about dancing, and they all have a fun dance together.
(Flashback: In my song, "Somebody's Eyes," Ren gets in trouble for so many things, for instance he gets suspended from the wrestling team indefinitely, and he gets in trouble from his aunt--me--for getting fired from a hardware store because he was accused of stealing.)
Anyway, before that song, there's a scene that sets up the whole show. So the song before he finds out dancing is against the law, and that sets up my song.
Here is the scene:
Ren: She was joking, right? (He turns around and looks and everyone shakes their head no.)
(I'm gonna skip ahead a little bit.)
Rusty: It's been against the law ever since the accident:
Ren: What accident?
Rusty: They were having a party and Shaw's son got drunk with his friends and went driving.
Ilene: I hate this part!
Rusty: They fell off the bridge and died. Ever since then Shaw has been righteous, he was blaming everything...rock and roll.
Ren: Even dancing?
Rusty: Yep.
Ren: When I moved into this small town, I thought it's going to be like a small family.
Rusty: Well let me tell you about THIS family. (Music starts)
There are tongues wagging every time you make a move!
Ilene: There are fingers pointing every time you turn around!
Rusty: And there are eyes EVERYWHERE! (And then I sing...)
Lulu: Careful what you do
Someone's on to you
Careful what you do...
And that starts the song! By the way, those aren't the exact lines, I just tried to remember but they're as close as I can get since I can't find my script!
So today we had salmon for dinner. It was pretty good! And then comes the curse of the salmon. It smells in every room, in smells on every person, girl and boy. It smells in my room worst of all, I had to plug my nose with a towel. And yes, it's sad, but it smells everywhere. And it smells a stinkin' smell, it smells like fish so we gotta open the windows, but then it starts to rain so we gotta close the windows, and the smell is worse, and it gets worser and worser. And my day gets worser and worser, and the smell comes and the day and the smell and the day and the smell--oh my gosh!
Okay, I suppose you're wondering why I wrote devil DEVEL. I'll tell you why. Because Morgan is DEVIL and ANGEL. She is 80% devil and 20% angel. And I will now explain to you why she's a devil:
1. Because she throws "NO" fits (no, no, no, no, no, no!).
2. She cries like a wailing walrus and it's VERY annoying (even though all babies cry).
3. She is reckless and careless of other people's things, for instance Kendall let her in my bed for one minute and then she goes and has to play with my glass snowglobe and she breaks it and there's glass all over my bed!
4. She purposely empties out all beverages on herself and others.
5. She spills food just to play with it and rolls around in the food and become's a parent's nightmare.
6. I will give an example of a horrible time: she was drinking a smoothie and she was spilling it around (refer to #4) and the cat comes under her high chair and gets smothered in smoothie, and then of course Morgan is naked and she goes pee-pee on the cat, and then Kendall tried to wipe her off but that didn't work, and the cat was licking up the smoothie with the pee in it, so then Kendall takes the cat and the high chair (with Morgan in the high chair) outside and sprays her and the cat with a cold hose and Morgan says "it's cold! it's cold!"
But remember there is still that 20% of angel!!
So there's this couple named Barbara and Keith (my dad was in first grade with Barbara) who live in England and when they came to visit. We were eating at the restaurant at LAX called "Encounter" and it's kind of like space which is really cool. Anyway, back to the point, we were eating lunch there, and my dad said, "You know, Barbara, you should write in a blog." And then Barbara said, "Me, write in a blog? If I wrote in one, it would be a blah-g!" Except it wouldn't be funny for English (from England) people because they would pronounce it "blohg" so they wouldn't get the joke.
P.S. Just so you know, I think Kendall (my wicked stepmother--just kidding--maybe not) should have a blog named The Tasmanian Devil (Morgan)'s Blah-g! Ha-ha! (Just to let you know, Kendall babysits Morgan during the week and she IS a Tasmanian Devil!)
Alright, so as I said, there's a woman named Tamar that writes book for my dad. She asked in a comment to my blog "what does crazy mean?" and in my opinion crazy in that case means people that don't know me that want to contact me and meet me and do something bad. But crazy can also mean in a good way, that you're fun and weird and like crazy ideas, but in the way I said it I meant scary people who do bad things.
So I was in the bathtub and my dad was sitting on a chair in the corner and for some reason we got to talking about the people who first lived in our house a hundred years ago and my dad said, "the Jensens once pooped in this room" and I said "Ewww, gross!" and my dad said, "It's not gross, it's science!" and then he said "hey, that's a great slogan: IT'S NOT GROSS, IT'S SCIENCE! tm"
Okay there is this woman named Tamar who writes books for my dad and she posted a comment asking why do I think Mrs. Fox and Mrs. Hunter (my two teachers) have a weird relationship. The reason is because of their names: Mrs. FOX and Mrs. HUNTER--get it? Fox and Hunter, like the hunter hunts the fox? And call-out to Tamar: I did pick out the name of my blog myself! The reason I chose that name is that's a version of my IM address (you can get to IM from my links). But I'm not giving my full IM address just in case there are crazy people out there who read my blog (not that any crazy person would, but still...).
So, well you see my dad (Danny) and me and Kendall were going to my Aunt Sue's house in Indiana. And we went for a walk in the forest, and my dad felt silly. So he decided to climb a tree (now this wasn't any old tree--it had a stump of a tree that had fallen down which was horizontal and the actual tree which was vertical and on the other side there was another vertical tree). Now as I told you my dad was feeling silly and as he climbed on he was doing okay and he was sitting like you do on a horse on the trunk. And he scooted a little bit and he wanted to get up standing so he put all of his weight on this little branch to stand up and the branch snapped in two and my daddy fell and he flipped over two trunks and landed on the ground on his back. SPLAAAT!!! It was very scary and I cried and I thought he was dead. But then he got up and got a scar like a bullet on the side of his face, but that went away after a few weeks. But his back hurt for a few weeks also, and that's the end. And when we went back to the house I didn't want to look at my daddy because it made me sad so I went upstairs to the loft and I always faced the other side of my daddy. I'm so glad he wasn't really really (say really for an hour) badly hurt cause I love him so much.
ok.. now what is up w/ that? i mean come on .. first they say "good morning" than they say " i love u" come on.. they could have done better!! totally insane ... and wrong !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So one day I was with my Mom and Mark (my stepdad) at the golf course and I was really hungry so Mark was taking me down the hill in a golf cart and I was sitting on the edge of my seat and when we went over a bump, maybe it wasn't a bump but I think it was (ok here comes the scary part) I literally fell out of the golf cart on my face or actually my stomach and face and I was literally two inches away from the grass. I could have fell and not gotten hurt on the grass but I didn't. I landed on concrete. I was really bloody all over my face and it was really weird because it was literally a straight line making it symmetrical down my face (Now don't you think that's odd?) So I got back into the golf cart since I still had top go down the hill to eat so Mark took me the rest of the way and I sat there on a bench with ice on my face facing the wall crying and then Mark went back up the hill and got my Mom and they came down the hill as safely and fast as they could and then we went home and I sat on my Mom's lap in the front seat with ice and we went home and I had a scar for a long time afterward and then it healed and I forgot to tell you that instead of getting a cut down my lip it was really numb and it hurt real bad and I still have pictures with the scar on my chin, nose, and forehead and I don't like to look at them because they make me sad!
today in writing I'm very happy because we started poetry. I've been waiting for it all year and it's really fun. I reallly love doing it and we started this book called "Love That Dog" by Sharon Creech. It's a novel that's written only in poems. We also learned about concrete poems today and we had to do one for homework. Mine was called "person" and I wrote it about how everyone's alike. Here's how it goes...
Everyone's a person. Everyone's special. Everyone's okay as they are. Nobody's perfect! No one at all! But everyone's special, special as can be! Everyone's special as you and me! We all live and we all breathe the same air.
And it's in the shape of a girl with a pink dress. green shoes, and red hair. It was very fun to start poetry in class today and I can't wait for the next time we get to read "Love That Dog." It's about this boy named Jack who is very unsure of himself and thinks that boys can't write poetry, only girls can and he hates poetry and refuses to write it and then he writes. And his teacher wants to put his "poems" on the yellow board pasted on blue paper and he's ok with it as long as it doesn't have his name on it. It was really funny when the first poem went up on the board, he said, "It looks great up there and I'm glad you didn't put my name on it -- Only what does anonymous mean? Is it good?" I'm enjoying it even though we read it last year in Mrs. Hunter's class. You may be wondering why they would read the same book twice but they really didn't because Mrs. Hunter read it aloud to us one afternoon and in Mrs. Fox's class we're reading it aloud around the class. For instance, Haley reads the first page and then Gil reads the second and so on so on. (Don't you think it weird that Mrs. Fox and Mrs. Hunter are best friends? I do.)
i am very sad because we didn't have missions today! i vam very upset!!!!!!!! :-( :-( :-(
ok well .. we have to make misssions in class and we had extra time today ! i'm so gladdd!!!!!!!! anyway we finished so much that we're already taping down our buildings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)
ummmmmmm.... hi dont know what to write!
