Josie and Hazel Houdini

Hazel is my neighbor's chiuaua mix thingy.  She's always escaping from her house and my mom and I are always afraid she'll get hit by a car.  That's why we call her Hazel Houdini.  She jumps over the fence, which is basically plastic, and runs around the neighborhood until someone finds her and brings her back.


Meghan's mom was dropping me off at home, and she ran up to me.  I'm not allowed to leave the house when I'm home alone, so I brought her in.  I crumpled up some crackers and put them in a bowl, and then I got another bowl and filled it with water.  I don't know why, but she responds to Chica more than Hazel.


Hazel has been been restless, never sitting down for more than a minute.  I'm afraid that if I scratch her tummy, it'll hurt, because she got spaed about two weeks ago at the most.


Either way, she's cheered up my day.  It's been raining cats and Hazel since last night, and this morning, my journals for school fell in the flowing puddle by the curb.  You know, where the water gathers up and creeps downhill?  But it was huge.  My song-writing journal is falling apart as it is, some of my science notebook pages bled a little bit, my composition notebook for English is very bendable now, compared to its unyielding self, my journal of tips fell into the wet grass, so its not completely ruined, but the tickets I was selling for the church youth choir concert got partially wet.


On top of that, my allergies are acting up again.  Either that, or it's the cold.  If it is, I better rest my voice for All-Region choir auditions are this Saturday.


Also, Corrine's oldest dog, Petey, died last night.  He was a good dog.


The worst thing that's happened is that I left my packet of tickets in 3rd period math.  I hope somebody saw it and thought it was something boring.  It's in a plain, manilla folder.  But if I did lose them, then I owe the church $100 bucks.  I'm broke.  You do the math.


I can ask Dr. Barrett, the chess coach/counselor/anouncements regulator if he can say on the anouncements if anyone has found a manilla folder with the word Collide, my name, and 10 dollars/tickets on it to return it to the office or me at once.  If I did lose them, I could sure use $200 bucks.  The first 100 to pay off the tickets, and the rest to buy the ukulele I've been wanting since forever.  Mom said she'd buy it as soon as she gets her income tax thingy.


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That was Hazel's typing!  I'm so proud of her!

Josie and the Allergies

Guess who feels horrible?  Dis girl!  I had a cobpletely stuffed up doze, and it was just ridiculus.  I got sobe pepperbint gub frob Beghan, add it helped a little bit, but I was sneezing like ad idiot, my eyes were huge and wateridg, and it looked like I was crying.  But I wasn't.  Eider way, I still get to auditiod for regiod choir.


In order to be able to go to the region choir auditions, we have to get through Miss Carrasco, our choir teacher.  She only let three of us eight girls go.  So, I got through first, then Katie, who sits right next to me (I think, she left for early release straight after), and Leah, an alto, but Katie's best friend.  Apparently Meghan didn't get through because of her small vowels and sloppy consonants.  She told me that!  I warned her, but she wouldn't listen!


I'm sorry I haven't been on in a while.  I have several blogs aside from this account, and my dad said that I had said some nasty things about him and my stepmom.  I gotta admit, they would give the fifth degree about every subject there is in the world.  The longest lecture was after my mom had called the police because we hadn't called in forever and she left tons of voicemails on Dad's phone, so I got talked to for two hours about various different topics, and I had written about stuff like that on my blog.


Apparently Mom put that blog in court.


Blogs, especially mine, are not supposed to be involved with court cases.  Doesn't anybody know that?


Anyway, the reason I hadn't posted was because I was afraid Dad was reading this blog.  But when he was talking about what all I had put on there (my first name, the state I live in, my school schedule, etc) -- yeah, he has paranoia.  I mean, doesn't he know that Aubrie goes behind her mom's back and puts pictures on the thing on her new iPod Touch?  She got 60 followers overnight.


And they said not to put anything about her online.


I think it's a little too late for that.


Yeah, so when my dad was talking about how people might have already knew my last name because of my mom's book, then I realized it wasn't this one.


SO HAPPY!


Now, I just gotta remember not to mention it again and I'll be safe.


I am going to tend to my birds now and watch A Very Potter Musical.