Aliens are Not Involved, But Wall Paper Is

Well, aliens, I've concluded, are not involved. It just simply takes a very long time to update my blog, apparently. I'll just have to learn to be patient, I suppose.

Anyway, now that we have that all cleared up, let's talk about Apple, my new piece of furniture. I've named it that for many reasons, including:

a.) The wood has been painted apple green and it will soon be upholstered with an apple green flower fabric and green pom-pom trim.

b.) I like apples.

I did not, however, name it Apple because Gwyneth Paltrow named her daughter that. Even though I do think it's a cute name. I'm embarrassed to say so, because I normally despise celebrity baby names. More on that later.

Anyway, back to my Apple. I got the fabric yesterday, and it's reversible, so on one side it's green with white flowers, and on the other side it's white with green flowers. I'm using the second side for the seat, and then the other side will be used for a new valence for my windows. My current valence is white and puffy with a bunch of little blue flowers on it. It's okay, but kinda old and pretty boring. Now it'll be funky, just like the rest of my room. I am very proud of my funky room. I recently redecorated it and it looks very cool. I had to work around the blue and white cloudy wall paper that has been there since I was a baby. I do still wish I could paint it green or blue or something vibrant. I LOATHE wall paper!

In addition to apples, Apple, and apple green, I love sitcoms. TBS runs the best sitcom reruns. I watch them almost every night before I watch the late night talk shows. Only the reruns of the sitcoms are good, though, because the new ones are stupid for the most part, in my opinion, and most of them only last one season, if that. How can you compare them to the successful Friends or Will and Grace or Everybody Loves Raymond? Good sitcoms don't come around very often. They come around about as often as a good comedic movie. But I'll save that post for another day.

I haven't listened to a CD since I actually had homework. Remember those days, back in May? I am guilty of doing homework with music on AND in front of the television. Maybe that's why it takes me so long. What can I say? It reminds me that some form of fun actually exists, which is difficult to believe when you're doing homework assigned by The Prison. It's hard to believe in fun when you're finding the sine of an angle. But some people do think that stuff is fun, and I applaud them. Hey, I think writing is fun, and that's something people do in The Prison. I didn't say they did it well, but they do it. Some people like math and science; I like English. And Latin. Basically anything to do with words and languages is good for me. And that does not include the language of math or science. A hyperbole and a hyperbola are very different things.

I lucked out this year because for the first time in a thousand years, there was no summer math packet! It seems too good to be true, though, so maybe when I get back to The Prison they'll give us the twist, like there's no summer math packet, but we're taking a test on what would have been on it. I sure hope not. Great. Now I'm scared.

Well, my "programs" are on now. If there's two, no three (ONE... TWO... FIVE!), things I love about summer, it's sleeping in until one in the afternoon, staying up late, and actually having programs. And having a new DVD player to watch classic movies is nice, too. But that's all. Well, unless you include not having to go to The Prison, which is the really big one. But nothing else, I promise. Unless you include...