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Today I read two articles about space junk. Lemme tell ya: It's reeeeeally hard to rid of. Space junk mostly is created when rockets blow up, or when an existing piece of junk crashes into a fully-functional sattelite, thus smashing into a zillion pieces. Computers back on Earth can track where most of this trash is. But only the clutter that is larger that, say, the size of a grapefruit. The other ka-jillion pieces...well.... we can only hope they won't hurt any astronauts.

On average, one piece of space junk falls from space into Earth's atmosphere per-day. One time, a piece even hit a person on the head, but she was not harmed.

Space junk can consist of anything! From gloves, to tool bags, to chips of paint! And the small things, like chips of paint and just tiny pieces of metal, believe it or not, can be the more life threatening.

When some astronauts are in a rocket, and a piece (miniature) of metal comes flying their way, it could tear a colassal hole right in the rocket, costing the astronauts their lives.

At the start of sixth grade, I didn't think much of reading. I started rereading the Harry Potter books, and kept at that for a good part of the first semester. Then, more recently, I started getting more into creative writing. The more I wanted to write, the more I wanted to read. I started looking more at how the book was written. As in - different authors' styles, and how dialog etc. was, and is, used.

I'm starting to read books that are about mysteries. Also books that really tell real-life stories. And, hopefully, I often come across a real-life-mystery book.:)

One day I was walking on the street, and all of a sudden, the asphalt turned to a spongey texture, and I fell right in!

On my way down to...to...well, on my way, I saw the most insane things.
*A chocolate milk cow
*The flag to a country named Spose
*Goldfish dancing with the color purple
*A pair of eye-glasses eating some orange grass
*A Oceanese person making a noodle dress out of water
*And a frigit bird named Frank the Frigit Bird

Once I reached my destination (wherever and whatever that was), I fell asleep.

Once I woke up, I didn't open my eyes out of habit (usually when I wake up and I open my eyes it is very bright and it hurts my eyes to look, so i scrunched then closed, tight).

Woah, I thought as I felt what I was laying on-don't worry, it was a bed, not a shark. Is this a...a...Pater-er- or a Temper-Pedic, or something-pedic bed?? It was!

I thought this was a dream, until I had my down blanket ripped off of me and I knew it wasn't.

I still didn't open my eyes as I was lifted by cold metal hands out of bed. I thought nothing of the weird mechanics that were grabbing me by the shoulders.

The hands dropped me into what I confirmed was a dressing room. I felt around (my eyes still shut because I could see the light seeping through the slits of my eyelids) and found some clothes and quickly pulled them on.

The Hands gripped me by my shoulders again and lifted me off the floor, moving me into new rooms.

I finally opened my eyes to reveal the future:
The room I was in now was all blue, but all different shades of blue.

The tables and chairs where all circular, or some weird round shape, shaped. I sat down.

There were windows (round), but I couldn't see out of them because of the black shades covering them. I started to eat the breakfast in front of me. I wasn't sure what it was. I had the texture or Cream-of-Wheat, but tasted like mango, milk, ice, cotton candy, clean cotton sheet scented candles, Pantene shampoo, and red Jell-O. I expected it to be so disgusting, but it was the most phenomenal thing I had ever tasted!

When I was good and finished, I stepped outside on the deck to reveal my new beautiful world, of year 12,457,810:)

Today at school, I was looking on a NASA Website because that is the subject in which we are learning. I started to scroll down the Images page, and at the end was a link to the Picture of the Day. Once I found this, I fell in love! For one, I adore the stars, galaxies, moons, and just looking at pictures of space itself. (When I was on a cruise, every night I would go to the top deck and stare at the stars forever.) This site, I thought, can-and will- give me fascination, entertainment and amazement for hours upon days upon....forever! I absolutely 100% think you should take a peek and the pics. P.S. I recommend April 19, 2010's picture.

I was told to write this by my bestie, OrangePandaSpy!
Well let's see...she (or he, I'm not revealing his, or her, identity....) is having her twelve year old birthday party. Knowing her (or him, haha), I am absolutely sure that it is going to be totally insane!!

First when we get there we will mostly have several random dance parties, listening to Ke$ha and (hopefully!) Cage The Elephant.
When everybody has arrived, and has settled and put their belongings in PurplePandaSpy's room, we will play the games!
One of my personal favorites is hide-and-go-seek-in-the-dark.
Even if RedPandaSpy and HamsterSpy scared the life out of me, it's still a blast.

Then I think we will have ice cream cake and ice cream! Then BeigePandaSpy will open his or her presents. I am planning on getting her a colorful bag full of stuff (I will not say what because I know she is reading this as I type...).
But over all, if you think you have the bestest parties in the world, it is NOTHING compared to PinkPandaSpy's!

Iceland

I, personally, think Iceland would be an absolutely fabulous place to go.

It being the land of fire and ice, you can see the smoking volcanoes, and the frozen ice-caps. Plus: you might even see a volcano under an ice-cap.

And when you're wandering in to Iceland, you might even tumble in to the Thingvellir National Park. There, you will see a main attraction of Iceland; the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. This is where Iceland splits. This, is where all the heat that makes the boiling geysers and and steaming hot springs come from.

Also, it would be great to go to Iceland because in a way it's kind of like a spa. You see, Iceland's most famous hot spring is the Blue Lagoon. And by slipping into here, you'll be soaking in minerals and white mud that will make you skin as smooth as velvet.

Today in class we watched a show called the Time Warp Trio. In this episode, Samantha and Fred went back in time to the Greek Olympics.

They landed during a sport in which the competitors throw a heavy disc, and, well, they throw the disc and try to get it farther than their opponent.

After the first person threw, the second person was nowhere to be found. So the only "competitors" to be found were Samantha and Fred. With Fred having a broken arm, Samantha had to throw.
Apparently all three children play ultimate (Ultimate frisbee).

So when Samantha picked up the disc, it was obviously too heavy for her, so Fred handed her a lightweight frisbee and she threw it the farthest in Olympic history.

Then, in the other side of the galaxy, Sam (not Samantha) met the competitor that was missing in the first place. So while they were talking at the space diner, Sam noticed how a women near them pushed a button on a juke-box, and disappeared!

Having need to find his friends, Sam ran over to the time-machine-juke box and transported himself over to the Greek Olympics where Samantha and Fred were. Soon, the judges of the sports found out that Samantha was a girl (she had been wearing a hat, thus hiding her hair making her look like a boy).

The rules back then were that no girls could play in the Olympics. This being so, Samantha was scheduled to be thrown off a cliff, and killed. But, before Sam (back at the diner with his new friend the missing competitor) could leave with the time machine, he had to pay for his snack that he had. Having no Dracmas, the Greek currency, he had to pay with time. Real time. As in taking-an-hour-from-his-life. So he Sam gave an hour from his life that, if it didn't happen, Samantha and Fred wouldn't be in a situation where they were about to die. So the moment he did so, they all went back to the moment before there insane adventure began.

Have you ever wanted it to be a certain day soo badly? That's what it's like for me right now.

March 3rd, I'm going to Seattle. But that's just to meet up with my grampa, "Papa," and my grama, "Bama." The next day after that it's Miami. Then the main attraction...Costa Rica and Panama.

I mean, sure. You could think of this as an "educational experience". But I'm really just thinking of it as a perfect opportunity to go swimming in pure BLUE water, and to get a brilliant tan.

Plus I get to go to the Panama Canal. But honestly, I have nooo idea what that is. Besides a canal. In Panama.

Why? Why am I going on this trip, you might ask. Well you see, I'm turning twelve on March 18. So this would be my Twelve-Year-Old trip. For instance: my dad came up here to Freeze-To-The Core, Alaska. My older sister went to Belize, and my brother recently went to Galapagos.

New York City.

I have wanted to go there ever since I really ever heard about it from my Dad when he was telling me that he went to college there.

I asked him about it and he said that New York City is a big city, and that there are lots of people there, and it rains a lot there. When I heard this I knew that with a city came big shopping. This is when I decided I wanted to go to college there and live there the rest of my life.

That same day, my Dad and I went to the library. While he was busy looking at Marvel comics, I was settling myself down by the New York section.

I learned that Times Square is where I would love to go Saturday night, not only because of the shops, but because of the totally awesome light that you'll see.

Sometimes I think about being a journalist. When that comes to mind, so does The New York Times.

Also, as I mentioned, New York gets a lot of rain. I'm fairly sure that this is true. Most people try to stay inside when it's raining cats and dogs outside, but I slip on a T-shirt, hop on my bike and get soaked.

Today as a field trip; my class went to the Hering Auditorium. We saw a performance entitled Imago Theater: Zoo Zoo. It was really cool, though parts of it I thought were, well, lame. We went there with our kindergarten buddies. After we arrived at the auditorium, we took our seats and the show began.

The lights turned out.

First, a snake came out. A neon green snake. Very long. And thick, too. It slithered, and twirled, and spun and weaved, and made a whole bunch of "S"'s.

Then an anteater came out and I think the set was supposed to be a diner, because the first anteater sat down, and another came out and that was supposed to be a waitress anteater, I think.

Then some guys dressed as frogs came out. This piece was really dull and boring to me because they hardly did anything!

Then the polar bearish things came. They just ran around and crawled all over the seats in the audience. Later they started playing with a large balloon that I'm pretty sure had bit of helium in it because it went up and up and up, but still slowly came down.

Layers.
That's all there is to it.
Layers.
A colorful tank top.
A jacket.
Even a scarf or belt will brighten up that lowly outfit or shirt or pants of yours.
The two best things about layers;
Thay look absolutely adorable, they make a plain shirt a work of art.
And, they could keep you warm if that's what you are going for.
This has been a short report from L.L.

Museum of the North. My favorite place in the world.

The building ITSELF is a gorgeous work of art. This was probably the best field trip ever. Especially because it's art. I love art in all forms.

I loved learning the background stories about the paintings; But what I couldn't stop admiring was the building. The walls were curved and twisted. At a certain spot The windows were aligned with the curved wall so the sunlight came in and permeated the room not only with sunlight, but made a beautiful work of art. By nature.

Also, one of my favorite parts was called The Room Where You Go To Listen. It was a smallish-mediumish sized room. In the center of it was a bench. What you would sound like a group of about 12 people singing "ahhhhhh," but their voices had a touch of what sounded like gongs. But the coolest part about all of it was that the sound was not recorded. If you heard a bump of stutter in the music it was the city of Fairbanks having a slight, well, small and short earthquake. In the front of the room was a wall that changed colors depending on the time of day. When I saw it - about 9:00 to 10:00am - it was a soft pink and orange, with almost a touch of purple and blue.

During this week I got something that you cant hold, nor is it something that you want.

Sunday night. I’ve had my shower, I’ve brushed my teeth, and I’m in my pjs. I go into my brother’s room just to say goodnight. Then I see that his iPod Touch is on his bed. So when he comes in the room I ask if I can play Pocket God (a game on the iPod). He says it’s okay, so I grab it up and sit down on his bench press and start playing.

Then he says, “Hmmm, I think I’m gonna take the bottom of my bed off.” So then he does so, and leans the metal bed frame on the wall. Meanwhile I’m still playing the game, and my hair is in the way of anything in front of me. Really, the only thing that is in front of me is the metal bed frame. So Samson (my brother) walks out of the room but lightly bumps his head on the frame and it falls, but Samson catches it and leans it back up.

But apparently he didn’t put it back up all the way, sooo, who does it come crashing down on when she can’t even see it coming because of her hair? Me.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daaaddddy!!" I gently shoved my Dad to wake him up.

"Hmmpf? Oh mornin' Pumpkin," he said thickly from just waking up.

"C'mon Daddy, come ON!" I tugged on his arm, "oh my gosh, Dad. How could you possibly keep sleeping on Christmas!?"

"Mmmmff, mmmmok, I'll be right up, Pumpkin," he rolled out of bed as I WALKED UP.

I walked up the stairs only to find my black Labrador, Taz, rattling the metal as he hopped up inside his kennel.

"Hey, boy! Hey , Tazzy!" I said as I turned the latch to open his kennel. The moment I did so, he plunged towards me, knocking me onto the nearby couch.

I looked over towards the fireplace, to note the the stockings hung there, but to see them laying on the couch.

I emptied my sock that contained chocolate coins, a pack of gum, an iTunes gift card, etc.

"Mornin'," Dad said, muffled by the sweatshirt he was pulling on as he ascended the stairs. "All right, I'm gonna take Taz for a walk." He whistled for the dog to come, then dissapeared down the garage stairs.

I looked into my stocking again and saw a thin magazine under it. I slid the magazine from under it and looked at the cover-

This year for Christmas was like any other year for me, except that my family and I didn't go to Seattle. Ok, wake up (Zzzzzzz) open my sock!! (stocking) then while we we're eating our eggs benedict, my sister, Elizabeth, Skyped to Seattle to see the rest of our family.

****Skype is a video chat service****

Later we open presents. I got some clothes, gift cards, cook books, books, OH! And a Wii and guitar!!!!!

Then we just chill and relax. My brother plugged his brand new iPod touch into iTunes. And I plugged in my Wii and started playing the four player-Mario Bros game.

The entire rest of the day we just reeeeeelaxed. And had turkey dinner, of course!!!! yummmmm!!

After allllllll that we finally went to bed Zzzzzzzz

Yaaaaaaaaawn. Ugh, do I really have to get up? UGH. Fine, fine, ok, FINE.

Ugh, I hate getting up really early. School should start at 11:15. And we would have was recess for an hour, then go home. Ok? Ok.

My morning goes by faster that my brother chugging down a six-pack of Pepsi. (It takes about 5 minutes for him to do so, then he goes straight to the bathroom.)

Here's a description of my morning: "Morning, Isabella," my dad says when I come up the stairs. Then-BOOM.

"OH! There's the bus, Isabella, Get going!"

Once I get to school we start math. This would be the Utterly Boring part of the story.

Then after being thoroughly tortured, we have a snack time.

Then we start.... well it's already halfway through the year and I still don't know the schedule.

Anyway, we have writing, or grammar, social studies, or science. Something like that.

Then at 12:00 we have recess. I hang out with Kaira, Makenzie, Jhenna, Kyja and Rose. Or with Jenna, Sean, Jack, Tanner, And Rannon.

Then after we are frozen to the core, we go in and have lunch at 12:30.

Then independent reading.

Then mostly finishing unfinished work, or writing on our website.

"Hey Isabella, time to get up," my Dad's soft voice gently wakes me with a back rub.

"Mmmmmmmm," I say thickly.

"Okay, breakfast is ready upstairs," he stands up off my bed and walks upstairs.

After my eyes adjust to the bright light in the hall outside my door, I sit up.

It's nice waking up to something you like, for instance, a color. My room is entirely purple. My walls are a average purple with lavender trim. I have a fluffy circular purple chair in the corner. My down comforter is a deep, deep purple. My lamp has a purple shade.

I dress, and then walk slowly upstairs. The first thing I see is my brother. He is combing his hair into his "surfer boy" hairstyle. With his massive ego that surrounds him, I predict that he has been combing for 5-7 minutes. I ask him--"How long have you been combing?"

I yield a huge yawn.

"Umm, like thirty seconds? I dunno. I just started," he says. I can hear his attempt to sound innocent.

"Liar," I thought, "you big, fat liar."

"Umm, why?" he said suddenly.

"Why what?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Ooooh, secret."

"Huh?"

"It's a secret, why I asked."

"Umm, ok? Well then, tell me." His voice didn't sound cool as he intended; it was whiny and desperate.

"Oops! Sorrrry! Can't!" I walk away, satisfied.

* * *

"Heyyyyyy Daddy-o!" My voice is still sleepy as I walk into the kitchen where Dad is making our sack lunches.

"Mornin' Pumpkin." He pulls me into a monster hug.

"What's fer breakfast?" I say, pulling away.

"Today's a cold cereal day," he says, topping off his sandwich with onions.

"Mmmmk," I say lazily on the outside, but on the inside I'm screaming, "Oh yea! Uh huh!"

Let me explain. On some days for breakfast, Dad makes Cream of Wheat; which is my favorite. Saturdays he makes a kind of delicious oatmeal called Steel Cut Oats, very good also. But most days, it's plain, old oatmeal. But not the good packeted oatmeal, the well, I don't even know what kind it is. But My dad makes it probably at 6:15 to 6:30ish. But by 7:00ish, it's jiggley and gelatin-like.

After I munch down my Crispix, and finish the newspaper comics, I style my hair.

I go into the "coat room". It's where we hang our coats, but it leads straight to the bathroom. In the coat room there is a 4.5' by 3' mirror. Awesome for styling hair! It's also got a closet that contains brushes (for our labrador, Taz, and for people) hair gel, hair spray, detangler, medicine, wash cloths, cleaning supplies, lotions, hair clips, nail polish and remover, mini mirrors (to see the back of your hair) q-tips, and cotton balls.

I turn on the hair straightener and the hair curler. After straitening my bangs and curling my thick mane, I pack my book bag.

As I brush my teeth, the clock strikes 7:48. And then- DING-DONG Right on schedule! I rinse and spit, then hop to front door and open it up to my friend and neighbor, Holly.

Afterward, we go outside to the bus stop.

I really only like the bus because alllll of my friends and I are seated in the last two rows. So I spend all my time just talking and hanging out.

UGH! School. (Shudder, shudder.) I'm fine with school and all, but when we're doing ANYTHING Social Studies, well, that's the time to run for it. I mostly just don't like Reading out of a textbook. Which is weird because I'm totally fine with reading my science textbook. I guess it's because we always do hands-on stuff in that subject. (To Mr. Noon, that doesn't mean we should do more Social Studies.)

RIIIIING.
8:30

RIIIIING.
8:35

Yay! (~sarcasm~) Time for math!

It was the first day of school and I was looking around, soaking in my surroundings. Soon enough I spotted two new girls, one of whom I've never seen; the other looked extremely familiar. I've seen her before, on a school field trip. Her name is Makenzie.

Later that day at recess I consulted my friend Kaitlyn. She's in the other sixth grade class.

"Do you see that girl over there?" I pointed to Makenzie. "That's the new girl in my class."

We talked about how I've met Makenzie before on the field trip. The field trip was three days long, so I got to know Makenzie. And how I knew her was: Fun and cool.

"So why do you need me?" Kaitlyn said. I could hear the exasperation in her voice.

"Well," I said slowly, "because it would be cool to be friends with her. And because she's new," I added hastily.

We started walking again. After several minutes she said again,"Wait, that doesn't answer the question. Why do you need me?" She added heavy emphasis on the last word.

"Well," I said very slowly and hesitantly, "I-I don't wanna go alone," the words spilled quickly out of my mouth, "aaaaaand, 'cause, I mean, c'mon, it'd be better if she had two friends."

I was looking through some pretty intense pics. They were photos of when the Nazis invaded Denmark. They're the real-life deal. You should check 'em out.

The story of the pictures is that in World War II the Nazis invaded a lot of countries. One of which, was Denmark. In Denmark, to make the Danes more furious with the Nazis, and to give the Nazis more satisfaction, the Nazis took away all the Jewish people who lived there. A good portion of the Jews got away. But you'll be able to see the rest in some of the pics by clicking on the link above.

Several pictures show some of the Jews' last resort. That being committing suicide, so they wouldn't have to face torture with the Nazis.

Well I can't explain it all. Like I said, Click the link. It's really worth it.

Oh my gosh! Last Thanksgiving Weekend my dad, my (almost step-mom) Phyllis, and her sister, Libby, went to Chena Hot Springs. And boy, let me tell YOU, it was very very very VERY HOT!! After my dad and I arrived, we stepped off onto the indoor jacuzzi. Then, my dad headed outside to see if Phyllis and Libby, who came in separate cars, were in the outside Rock Lake.

As he left, I thought to myself, Hmm, I wonder what the Rock Lake is like. I've heard of it, but I've never actually been to see it, much less been in it because it was an 18-and-older thing.

After a good 5 or 6 or 7 minutes, my dad came back inside and over to the jacuzzi where I was, and said, "Okay, Phyllis and Libby are out there. Let's go."

Today my mind is totally on Harry Potter. For those who don't know, Harry Potter is a series of books. The ENTIRE previous Thanksgiving Weekend I've been reading, reading, reading! I read one hundred pages Thursday and Friday, and the about fifty Saturday and Sunday. Today at school during independent reading (silent reading) I FINALLY finished book four; the Goblet of Fire.

Now I'm on book five (out of seven books in the series) the Order if the Phoenix. By what I've told you about the book; which is really nothing because there is waaaaay too much to tell!! But still, it is absolutely worth reading!! And if you've ever seen the actual books, you'll think, "Yikes! Those books are waaaay too big for me! I'll never be able to read all of that!!!"

Well yes, I will admit that they're fairly large books, but when I think about it, or when I'm talking to someone about the books I just say that the more book there is, the better! Because the stories in there are soooo good, you just won't be able to help but want more!!

I read a really interesting story about recycling plastic water bottles. It's called Drinking Water: Bottled or From the Tap?. I thought it was good because it tells how we need to recycle, and how easy it is.

For example: recycling only one plastic water bottle can save enough energy to power a light bulb for six entire hours.
And continue to recycle, because plastic water bottles are turned into your lovely carpets and rugs, to your cozy fleece sweaters.

Okay, so take your average plastic water bottle and fill it a quarter full with pure oil. That's how much oil it takes to make that one single bottle.

Oh I know what you're thinking, "The water in the plastic water bottles are better for us than the water from the tap." Well believe it or not, you're wrong. True, the water from the bottle is pretty good for you (just about as good as tap) but what about when the nasty chemicals that are in the bottle itself? The real thing that happens in most bottles is that those gross chemicals leach into the water.

So I got a comment for my last entry. More of a question it was, "What about people in sports?" it stated. I thought about that. (My last entry was about baggy clothes.) The answer was on the next line waiting for me. Baggy clothes for people in sports is completely acceptable.

I thought long and hard about another thing. I LOVE SWEATS!! I'll even wear them to school. But this is an example for me to explain my theory on baggy clothing. In really only talking about, on that subject, baggy jeans and zip-up sweat shirts.
Anyway, I'm trying to say I'm moving on to a new subject. And please, if you have a subject in mind, send it to me and I will gladly write about it and show my opinion.

I love Percy Jackson
Style is my life
Always laughing
Best at school
Ecstatic
Longing to go to New York
Loves friends
Astonishing

According to "Frightful Animals" in National Geographic, the European Eagle Owl weighs a feather-light nine pounds, compared to it's HUGE six-foot wingspan. This orange-eyed creeper is thirty inches long, and hunts quickly and quietly in the night. Its diet consists of small animals. For example, rabbits. But its knife-like beak beak and talons can take down a deer!
"Like many, this owl has the familiar" hoo-hoo, "but when it feels threatened," don't be shocked to hear it growl or bark!
If you see this big guy, don't provoke it, just let it glide!

I got a comment on my last fashion statement (no pun intended) saying, 'I think people that wear baggy clothes really do look bad.' THANK YOU READER!!

Yes, I will agree, baggy clothes are nice and comfy for the weekends (emphasis on WEEKENDS) but when you're trying to look good or, let's face it people, even going out in public, baggy clothes that you might think are hot, (I know this is cheesy) is definitely NOT. I'm not just talking to the guys here!

And guys, really? Is sagging (sagging pants) really comfortable? I mean honestly? Do you think strapping a belt to your legs is really comfy? And don't get me started on sitting on those thick belts. JUST GET LONG PANTS!! The only reason I think guys sag is because their ankles show under their pants. (Trust me, I asked around to get this theory.)

If you strongly disagree with any of this, that's perfectly fine. Keep going your way!

I am reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Harry Potter is a wizard. He lives with his Aunt Petunia, his Uncle Vernon, and his cousin, Dudley Dursley. He would be living with his wonderful parents, Lily and James Potter, but unfortunately, they were killed eleven years ago by the most powerful dark wizard, Lord Voldemort.

Harry's life isn't totally ruined by the cruel Dursleys. Being as he is, a wizard, he goes for eleven months of the year to, as he would say, paradise. As the for the rest of us, we would say Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hogwarts is great! That is, when you leave out the part about the mountainous piles of homework, schoolwork, and Professor Snape who, in Harrry's mind, is the the most evil teacher in the world, and who he loathes.

As for Snape, he doesn't feel too bright and wonderful about Harry either.

Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley has just come knocking on his bedroom window in the middle of the night. He's in a magical flying car! He breaks Harry out with all Harry's things. They have come back to Ron's house, and Harry is going to stay there.

Cheese is right because this is probably a cheesey story.
But you're already here, go ahead and read.

So, today was picture day, and I had a lot of fun. To start with, it was kooky getting ready this morning at my house. I started with one hair style, changed it about 30 times, then ended up with the same first hair style.

Next, when I got to school, it was a blast seeing all of my friends' hair and outfits. There was a lot of touching up. Not to suprisingly, a good portion of us brought combs, brushes, and mirrors.

Soon enough, it was 1:40. Pictures were in twenty minutes. We were all silent reading when our teacher, Mr, Noon, broke the silence.

"If you need to go to the bathroom the go. You can touch up and etc."

Nearly all of us girls went.

Finally it's picture time. I was slightly nervous, but rather than that, totally ready.

I stepped up to the plate and smiled. The woman taking the pictures told me to tilt my head so far, I thought there was a vampire behind me.

But once I cheesed, it was all okay.

My name is Luna Lovegood, and I'm gonna be your guide to what's in, and what's out in the world of fashion and glamour.

First of all, never be afraid to try a new style. For example: Skinny Jeans. They don't look good on everybody, but try them, and get someone's opinion, and they just might look good on you. Along with this fashion craze, skinny jeans come in colors. So by all means, express yourself! And for all you boot-cut guys out there, you should definitely try them, too. Because skinny jeans look especially good on guys.

Next, if you love T-shirts, but just aren't feeling them anymore, try half-shirts. (I call them half-shirts, but they're really just the shirts with sleeves that come down to your elbow.) If those still aren't you, try the classic loose button-up shirt. All you have to do is roll up/fold up the sleeves. That kind of casual is just, not? Well in the run you can always just stuff up the sleeves on a long-sleeve shirt.
Is a white shirt too plain? Wear a funky tank top underneath. This way you can see the tank top design. Goodbye plain!

My dog Taz and I love to rollerblade! (I'm the one on the rollerblades.) This fun-loving black laborador can be in his own world, running as fast as he can, forgetting he's taking me on a walk.

Back at home, he just wants to play! And when I'm sad, he's there to comfort me. When I'm mad, he'll come to me. When I'm annoyed, he'll come to me. When I'm happy, he'll come to me. Not only does this energetic guy love life, but he loves attention, too!

When I'm trying to lay down on the couch he'll come and climb onto the the couch and totally just lay on me! Forgetting that that he's definetly not a lap dog. This can be really fun though, when you leave out the part about: lick, lick, lick, slobber slobber slobber!

When you get down to it all, this strong, obedient, playful dog is something that I cannot live without.