Hey pplz! Waz’sup? Lot’s of things are up here. For instance, The ceiling. . .oh, and that bird that just flew by Ok, so first of all I would like to say, *shuffles notecards* I deeply, sincerely would like to. . . oh never mind. . .I’ll just say it the easy way. I would like to say, that I havent posted for awhile because I have been very busy. No, not because I dropped off of the face of the earth. . . and no, it’s not because my sister took her shoes off, and the stench sucked my life away. . .(actually, her feet aren’t that bad. . .sadly MINE ARE) nothing like that. It’s just because it seems like each day, I have less time. And, maybe that is because the days are shorter in the winter. Who knows? *shrugs* The wonders of life continue to amaze me. Like how time flies. Maybe it I swat those pesky flies, time won’t flie. Wait. . . that makes absolutely NO sense. Well, I’m sure you’ve heard enough of my rambling, so, I’ll give you the straight dope. Well actually I wont. Because you should never take dope. You can ruin your life that way. So, I’ll tell you an odd story. That happened. To (who else? ) ME. THE ONE AND ONLY. Y’know, sometimes I wonder if anything like this ever happens to OTHER people. All the weird stuff seems to happen to me. . . like the time I was at Chuck E cheese. Holding a cup filled with shiny gold coins, I ran up to the nearest ride. (ok ppl, this was a few years ago. . .so before you get all exited, and think you have something to tease me about, lemme tell you sum’pn. I was like NINE. LITTLE, OK? ) It just happened to be one of those rides that moves around, while you watch a bunch of rollercoaster tracks going up and down on the TV screen in front of you. Supposed to make you feel like your on a rollercoaster or whatever. So, I got on, and my sister sat down next to me. “Whaddaya wanna do??” I asked her. “That one!” she replied, pointing to a picture of a creepy mansion with lot’s of fog around it. “Um. . . are you sure? I mean, we could do that one. . . ‘ I said pointing to a picture of rollercoaster tracks near green grass, and all that sorta lush scenery. “No! That one! The scary one!” she insisted. So, I clicked the button. And off we went. Now, as you probably already know, I don’t like rollercoasters. Not quite my thing. So, I was really pushing it, by even being on this fake one. And sure enough, I began to sick as soon as the “ride” started. Call me a wimp, if you like, but several times I had to repress screams, as the screen showed us going on a free fall. And the GRAPHICS! It made you feel like you were actually in some haunted house, the way the screen would tilt, and bats would fly at you. So, needless to say when the “ride” was over, I was a teeny bit er. . .jumpy. So, I sat there, waiting for the little sign to pop up tat says “You may now unbuckle, and carefully exit the ride” when I hear breathing very close to me. Too close to me. A loud booming voice (just next to my ear) went “BOOO!” And I did what any perfectly normal nine-year old who is scared out of their wits would do. I shrieked. Because hunched over me, was this huge mouse, with a wikkid grin. And mesh eyes. Get that. And then it dawned on me. This was Chuckie. And he was a jerk. At least they guy in the suit was. And ever sense then, I have been. . . well not to exited about chuckie cheese. So, as I was saying all the weird stuff seems to happen to me. Take the other night, for instance. We were on our way somewhere, but we hadn’t had dinner. So, we stopped at a restraunt. Everyone went in right away, except for my youngest sister, and I (you see, we had some complications with her shoes. . .) So, I grabbed her hand, and we went in. As I was walking, something caught my eye. It was a dollar. On the ground. I quickly glanced around, only to notice a group of teenagers talking, and laughing. Must be a dollar from the cash register. . .I wonder if I should grab it, and give it to the lady I thought. So, I bent down, trying to grab the dollar bill. And, IT FLOATED AWAY??? Surely this defied all laws of gravity. . .but the dollar seemed to jump away each time I attempted to grab it. Most likely I thought the door behind me is open, and the breeze is blowing this dollar away from me. So, once again, I lunged for the dollar. And Guess what happened? It JUMPED AWAY FROM ME!! I stared at it, with eyes filled with wonder, and amazement. It was almost seemed as if. . . .no. . .well, it seemed it was being pulled by some invisible force. (well, little did I know that it WAS being pulled by an invisible force….) Imagine my surprise, and shock when a teenage boy jumped up, from the chair that the dollar had led me to, and shouted “WE GOT YA! ” As soon as those words were spoken, it seemed that every person there began laughing. I continued to stare up at the dude, nodding my head, acting like I understood, and that having a dollar float away from me, and then some dude jumping up and shouting was perfectly normal. I was completely out of it. I did not understand what happened, untill like 45 seconds later. It was then that I realized, I had been had. One of the teen held a fishing pole, that had clear fishing line on it. On the end of the fishing line, was a dollar. So THAT was the invisible force, that had been pulling the dollar, as I chased after it. But, I did learn something from all of that. A saying my mother had once told me turned out to be very true. It is this. . .control your money, or it will control you.