Bless You

Written at 7am:
Most blogs are about food or design.
I want to do pottery class.
I want an iPad.
I need to clean my room.
I'm cold.
I'm still so tired.
Written at 8pm:
I actually cleaned my room (with some help)
I'll have mom call the studio tomorrow to sign me up for pottery wheel throwing.
'Bless you' is a superstitious thing, not a polite thing. One belief is that people thought that your soul could be thrown out of you when you sneezed and said it to cancel that from happening. Some people also thought that sneezing opened you up for evil to get in, so 'Bless you' was meant to ward it off.
I just forgot what the Grammy Awards were called and called them the Grandma's.
The rats, Parson and Lee really seem to like the new guy Neil. Mom thinks they're like two gay dads and their son. Rats grow so fast. Neil has already grown sooo much. He's getting bigger now. He eats and poops more than the other boys. I remember when the first boys were small and mom sent dad and me to by a big cage for them. When we came home she said "I said a big cage, what is that?" I really thought the cage we got was good but they out grew it really fast and Dad had to make a cage out of a book shelf for them. Now we have a different cage we found on Freecycle because the shelves got old.
I would like to get rich soon so that I can live the rest of my life they way I want to. I'd really like to have a large farm and some staff to run it. I don't actually want to be a farmer. I just want to live on one, frolic in fields and eat fresh organic food from it.