Why I don't listen to rumors anymore

No Michelle, I have not thought about a roomate. I have my younger sister too remember? Speaking of Mina, recently I was listening in on a converstion she was having with her friend. At some point or the other in her conversation, she mentioned the word Egypt and it got me thinking of a long story...

Near the end of first semester, my L.A. teacher, Mrs. Klara decided, without my permission, that she was going to recommend me to E.L.A. (enriched language arts). Now, Mrs. Klara is my favorite teacher in the whole world, but, at first, I was extremely opposed to this. This is because a) there is more homework and work in ELA, b) I loved my current L.A. class, and c) I was scared of the ELA techer, Ms. Wilkie. However, my mom loved the idea of advancing me, so, I went to ELA.

Now I know you're wondering how this relates to Egypt. Well, actually, before I moved to ELA, I told some kids in my class that I was moving. After saying it atleast a million times, I really got sick of telling people that I was moving into ELA. Finally, for the millionth-and-first time somebody asked me "Is it true you're moving to ELA?" I burst out sarcastically "No, I'm moving to Egypt!" and then rolled my eyes. I never really realized the full impact of my words until the next day atleast 10 people came up to me and asked me when I was moving to Egypt. No, I'm not making this up. Michelle, you are my witness.

Anyway, ELA turned out to be awesome and I sit at a table with Michelle and a couple more of our friends. Moral of the story: Don't tell people you are moving to Egypt when you really aren't. (Oh yeah, and don't listen to gossip.)

Now my really long blog post is over.
Amy

Showering

So I was in the shower tonight. Ya know, scrubbing it up.
Any who, I was finishing my shampoo cycle and was moving on to the conditioning section of the evening, when I spotted a wrapper. A Hershey wrapper. In my shower.
I kid you not.
This may have something to do with the sudden reappearance of my sister, who, up until noon, has been residing in the attic. She would sit up there, playing her piano and watching Twilight and be generally antisocial.
Then my mom moved her piano. To her bedroom. Which is right next to mine.
Which wasn't so bad, until she plugged the piano inter her guitar amp.
So Shreya, ever thought of having a roommate?
Jo