alohomora

probably not. hahaha.

my aunt came to visit me from Washington. and we went to NYC and some random man glared at me and told me white people were the devil. thus concluding my story.

and i don’t know exactly why i’m on now, but i am.

i haven’t been on tumblr in a really long time. this is weird.

i love you.

sincerely,

Tory

here’s a little update of what’s happened in the last month:

• I went to Maine for a week. It was splendid. I spent most of my time laying on the beach, which consequently resulted in a terrible sunburn. We also played mini golf, ate make-your-own sundaes, and saw Toy Story 3 in IMAX 3d.
• The kittens were born! I believe they were born on the 25th, which was the day before we came home from ME. Fiona had six, but we lost one, because she accidentally slept on it. oops. Anyway, now there are five, they’re adorable. I’d really like to keep one.
• Tamara, Molly, the Simmonetti’s, the Naagteborens, Tristen, my mother, and I went to Circus Smirkus. It was pretty good. It wasn’t as fun as i remember it being though.
• Tamara and I went to the Great Escape. I passed out. Nobody helped me. That’s all.
• I’m sure there’s more.  I can’t remember right now though.

i can’t get over how much some of these Danby kids think they know. Most of them are just plain unintelligent (i would have said stupid, but i really don’t like calling people that). So many things have happened in the past few days that I don’t even know what to think. Guh. I’m going to tell you all about it now….

The other day, while I was working, this girl came in the store with her brother. He simply asked her how many hot dogs their father wanted, and she replied six. He then made a smart remark about how 6 is only 3 times 2, implying that only two people would be able to eat the six hot dogs. She retorted with it’s also the square root of 9… I almost died. I said, “Actually, the square root of nine is three.” And she gave me the most evil look and said, “oh. well. i was talking about the number 3.” Um, no. wrong. you didn’t specify that. we were talking about the number six. get over yourself.

Then, last night, we had a sixth grade graduation. Fine. Great. She was taking pictures, and put them on facebook. She tagged them all, even if some of the children didn’t have a facebook. The sixth grade class consisted of children named: Linsy, Juhnelle, and Ethun. Mind you, the last name on that list happened to be her brother, so it could have been just an inside family thing, but still.

I also really dislike when people change their names on facebook, to a name that sounds like their name, but doesn’t look like it (i know, it’s a homophone, sort of. it does mean the same thing). There’s this one girl that is dating one of my friends. she changed her name on facebook to Knee-cole. clever, i know.

i should stop now. they’re just irritating me today. maybe i’ll have some more great stories for you later.

they just told me that littlefoot was gone so i’d be upset. it was really Demetri that went to the new home, and littlefoot is still frolicking with his sisters Cera and Bella at Greta’s house. i’m happy. also, Greta’s kitten got out about a month and a half ago, and is now pregnant. that house is like a zoo. Fiona could have kittens at any time apparently, i’m pretty excited about that. more cute little animals for me to take pictures of. yay! 

and i cried. legit. he was my favorite puppy and definitely the cutest. i’m going to miss that little dude. at least cera is still here, and possibly mine, for the time being. :)

apparently my mother bought dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. i’m a happy camper.