Hello! Hello! Hello! Okay, onto my week.
On Friday I went rollerskating in Volunteer Park with the Rileys. The Rileys live over at Queen Anne Hill, but we're friends; their mom teaches us Latin, and V teaches us Physics. There's Samantha, Sam, who just turned thirteen in October, Simon, who turned eleven in November, Mark, who turned eight in November, Beth, who's four, and Annalise, who is nine months old, and the most adorable thing on earth! We rollerbladed around while V and Sasha, their mom, sat on a bench and chatted, gossiped, and exclaimed over Lis, which is what I call Annalise. We had an awesome time. Then my dad came home and said he had to fly to Oakland for a conference on Saturday, last minute, so then I got a bit depressed, and refused to eat dinner. (which worked out well, any way, we were having chicken adobo, which is chicken boiled in soy sauce and spices, and long grain rice with brussel sprouts - gross!) I slugged through school the next day, and did all my homework on the bus, before I even got home.

V had had a good day, and she was humming 'Music of Jubilee', some organ music by Bach, under her breath. I scowled and slouched into the living room. "You know," said V, thoughtfully, "It's carnival time in Germany, right now. Let's have one." So then we dragged out flour, salt, nuts, chips, chunks, candy bars, dried fruit, etc., and we started baking. I ran to the stereo, and put in Carrie Underwood, whom V likes and I worship. We were mixing, and singing, and dancing. Everything came out GREAT except for this one batch of rustic butterscotch oatmeal cookies, which looked like greasy pancakes when we took them out. We gorged ourselves, and then stayed up until ungodly hours watching a Marx brothers marathon on tv. Then we got up early the next day and made brunch. We still felt bloated, so we put the sausage, danishes, sauted mushrooms, scrambled eggs, and french toast back in the fridge, and ate cinnamon toast.

Monday was okay, Tuesday, Garik said I didn't look good in my sweater (it was cranberry colored, ribbed, fuzzy, loose-fitting and warm. Who is he to talk? He's not exactly Micheal Kors! Srsly.) Wednesday V was ragging me about my essay, and today has been okay, so far. I had to go to a science class and a da vinci class at a different school. I knew where da vinci was, but I got lost, like, four times going to the science classrooms. Then I went into the wrong class! Turns out they had rescheduled it for half an hour later! Added onto my parents wouldn't let me take the bus there, because they "don't doubt my maturity or abilities, but there are too many weirdos out there." I said that V could drive me to the stop, wait there with me until the bus came, and go home, but she said, why go out twice when she could drop me off on the way to the gym? Grrr.

So, I've got to go. Kathi, sorry I haven't emailed, I've been sooo busy. Jaz, puhlease email.
Natasha