Right now I’m hiding in the basement to escape the wrath of my sister, my sister’s friend, and Dr. Phil on the television. Well, okay, it is true that I’m always hiding out in the basement, but this time, I’m frightened for my life. There’s nothing more scary than my sister’s friends, except for my sister herself – and a pack of hungry, ravenous wolves surrounding you. But that’s a close call.
Today we went swimming again, or rather, everyone else went swimming, and I sat up in the balcony section and read Tom Clancy. Lately I’ve been reading Robinson Crusoe, but I just finished that last night. I also went out shopping last night for a present for my mom for Mother’s Day, and Jennifer wanted to head over to Value Village as well. So I checked out the book section and found Tom Clancy’s Op-Center. They always have cheap Tom Clancy books there, and as long as they’re not falling apart, it’s a great deal. I mean, on the back they say about $8.99 Canadian, and at Value Village, they’re $3.99. That’s what I call awesome. So every time I’m forced to go to that horrid place of musty paradise, I always make sure to get one or two of his books. So, while everyone else was swimming, I was reading that. So far, there’s been some explosion in Seoul, South Korea during a political meeting or something. I’m sure the action will heat up soon.
Tuesday is CBA’s Track and Field day, at which BCC always goes and helps. It’s over at Assumption like usual, and Mr. G told all of us our specific duties for that day. Apparently I’m on standing long jump with Meagan and Jessica. That should be interesting – well, no, not really. It should be horribly pathetic. Fortunately, other years standing long jump has been over really quickly, so I should have lots of free time. That should be good. I’ll have lots of time to eat, and eat. I could also eat. Did I mention eating?
Hmm. Lately I’ve been starving all the time. I chow down on tons of food, and then I leave the table and my stomach starts growling. I’m taking that as a sign that I’m about to grow about three feet – in height that is; I’m not talking about extra limbs. Otherwise, my expenses for shoes would skyrocket. But seriously, I go through these phases where I’m not hungry at all, and then suddenly I get hungry all the time. These change frequently and without notice, and so my mom has no idea when I’m going to get these hunger rampages and suddenly devour the entire house. She has no time to prepare by getting six extra bags of groceries. Oh well. I suppose eating the bags themselves might be nutritious – lots of fibre at the very least. The other option would be to invite myself over to the Tozers and eat all their Mini-Wheats. I have a running joke going on there for my incredible, insatiable appetite for their Mini-Wheats. They always have a jumbo box of them just waiting for when I come over. Okay, well I think they buy it and eat it even when I don’t come over there, but I like to think that it’s specifically for me. It doesn’t make me feel as bad – it means I’m not eating all their nourishment for the entire week.
Anyways, I think I’ve written enough for today. Stay tuned tomorrow for the thrilling updates that are sure to come. I’ll recount stories of grandiose grandeur, magical journeys, and heroic rescues. It’s either that or a recounting of what I had for breakfast. Actually, now that I mention that, perhaps I could combine the two. Heroic rescues of my breakfast cereal? Sounds thrilling.