Pin

How 'bout Pinterest?

I just like looking at everyone else's.

I kinda want one; not going to lie.

As this is turning into a list post in my mind, I think I will make it as such.

Ah!

I'll pin.

Pin my ideas here, like on Pinterest!

See, I tied that in quite nicely.

So:

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  The house currently smells like meat. Good meat. Meat that will soon be consumed. By me.

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  I am learning to make flowers out of tissue paper.

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  Tutoring fifth graders has made the phrase, "Their eyes lit up," a reality. They really do light up.

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  Captain America is going to be in another movie. I. Love. Captain. America.

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  Pirate Pete: Talk Like a Pirate is my new storybook for storytelling this year. I get to...well...talk like a pirate.

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  I enjoyed blog-surfing for about an hour tonight. So nice to poke around, after having been away for awhile!

au revoir.

Home is Where My Books Are

I've been reading books as of late.

It's been awhile since I've truly sat down and read a real book.

Let me just say, it's delightful to be back in my element.

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children was lovely and frightening to my easily disturbed mind. I wouldn't suggest reading it at night.

The Chosen One was sad and sad and sad and intense.

Both I highly recommend.

Books are wonderful.

My mother recently gave a friend a card that says what this title is.

I need more books.

The Indians

Chickasaw, Choctaw, Cherokee, Creek, Seminole...

Iroquois, Algonquin...

...both of which "we've been saying wrong".

I've been doing a lot of thinking about Indians lately.

Native Americans.

You know.

I'm taking History of the West this year.

And apparently three-fourths of the class are suddenly "of Indian blood".

We've covered the Indians of the Northeast and Southeast thus far.

Every class is a sad account of how horribly Native Americans were treated when they "did absolutely nothing wrong!!"

My teacher is quite empassioned about the subject.

I enter sixth hour mildly excited about 50 minutes of stories.

I leave sixth hour feeling mildly depressed and guilty.

Then the librarian went and recommended the book Octavian Nothing.

More about slaves than Indians, but that's not the point.

*glistening tear*

Then my father had to go and want to watch The Last of the Mohicans.

*SOB*

Even despite my infatuation with Hawkeye/Daniel Day-Lewis...

...good grief!

I didn't do anything!

I promise!

But I still feel like I'm the one who kicked them all off their land.

I'm sorry anyway.