Life is like a box of chocolates...

My neighbors brought over some chocolates for my family and I because I watched their rabbit while they were on vacation. I thought, ok, I'm going to sample these first or else my parents will eat all of them and I won't get any. The first thing I tried- some sort of chocolate hard candy- wasn't that good, but I took a handful to stash in my room anyway. Then I went to the box of assorted chocolates. My little brother warned me that none of those are good and that you always get the bad ones, but I had to try anyway. First one, not bad, not great, but not bad. Second one- ew, blagh! It's grayish insides tasted like gross raspberry (port-a-potty, my sister and I would say because they put raspberry scented stuff in there to make it smell better). Third one- wtf! Straight to the trash. I couldn't even identify the inside of that one. Fourth one looked pretty safe- kind of nutty. That one was good. My point is- life is like a box of chocolates- sometimes you have to spit 'em into the garbage.

PS: Don't analyze the metaphor

I owe one injured duck a huge favor

I was in kind of a bad mood today because it's spring break and I had absolutely nothing to do, so I thought to cheer myself up a bit I would take my guinea pigs outside- the weather was a little nicer today and they like being outside. They were in their little plastic igloos and I also put a little fence-thing around them, which I usually don't do, but since I didn't want to bother with them running away or anything, I did. My sister, who was about to leave for a chiropractor's appointment, came outside and we started to play whiffle ball. All was going well, and I was up to bat. I noticed a man who started walking down our street and I was kind of watching him because I'm a suspicious person like that. Well, apparently, while I was watching the man, my sister was watching what she thought was a duck fight, until she realized it wasn't a two ducks- it was a duck and a hawk. I don't know if you understand the significance of this but hawk+ guinea pigs = dinner. And there it was- across the street and two houses down. It was so close I couldn't believe it. I knew there was a hawk around here, but I had never seen it so close before. So, my sister screamed and I looked and yup, that hawk was giving one heck of a beat down to that duck. I looked away quickly because I had to go save my pigs and frankly I did not want to watch that. As we were picking up our pigs, my sister froze. "Forget the igloos! We have to get the pigs inside!" I said to her. She informed me later that the reason she hesitated was because she thought she saw the hawk flying at us. When we came back outside to get our stuff, the hawk was sitting in the tree right outside our house. Holy Shit.

My sister says she saw the duck fly away. That was probably the moment when the hawk came after us. But think, if that duck hadn't been there, it could have been my guinea pigs- and they wouldn't have been able to fly away.

As much as I love all animals, I'll admit that I want that hawk dead. My guinea pigs get so few pleasures in their life and eating the grass and playing outside is one of them. Now that is taken away from them. I am, however, extremly grateful that my guinea pigs were not a victim of the hawk's hunger. So thank you God, and thank you duck.

My prom dress!

Blondie Nites® Side Ruffle Halter Prom Dress from JCPenny

Now I just need a date. The dress is the easy part.

I need to work on my coiled snake impression

All week I have been taking notes in my head about things to blog about, and, well, I can't remember any of them. It would be nicer if my brain was a computer. Then I could just save my ideas and I would only lose them if I deleted them. Although, I've never had much luck with computers. Today, my computer shut-down on me for no reason. I swear I didn't do anything! Maybe it was mad at me for going for a few days without using it (gasp! I went days without using my computer?! I don't believe it either).

Friday, I went to the Field Museum for AP Bio. It was so much fun! Well, most of it. We had to go through this exhibit called "The Evolving Planet" and Mr. S gave us a ginormous packet to do. Which wouldn't have been so bad except no food or drink was allowed and I was dying of thirst. When we were about halfway through, there was a map on the wall of the exhibit, and when I saw it I was like, "gaaaa! We're only halfway through!" Well, ok, I didn't say it like that, but that's what I was thinking. I was so caught up in my thirst I could barely remember anything past the dinosaurs.

We strolled through the DNA area like we were supposed to and took pictures with Sue before going to the Egyptian exhibit. I liked seeing the mummies.

Then, we went to the animal exhibit. That's where the real fun was. We spent our whole time there taking pictures posing as the animals. We have some funny pictures with everything from Rinny being a baboon to me being a worm. Good times. But we didn't look at the entire exhibit because we had to leave, so naturally, we got lost trying to get out.