Adventures with Oboeman and Various Anniversaries

It's the 59th anniversary of VJ Day. It's also been 18 years since my conception, supposedly.

I should go back and visit the Hiroshima chatroom again. Last time I was there, everything was really philosophical-- like what justified civilian warfare, ie if you paid taxes or held residency, did that mean you supported your government and therefore deserved to die?

Oboe Man caught our stove on fire. We were making tempura, which is deep-frying vegetables in a wok, and the Crisco kept frothing, and then it spilled over, onto the burner . . . and there were flames that shot up . . . and Tory kept screaming and screaming and I made little squeaking noises and all Oboe Man did was go, "Oops." Then he picked up the wok and sloshed hot oil all over our floor and he went, "Oops" again and then Mom was like, "What's going on in there?" so we cleaned it up really fast and moved on . . .

Yet the tempura was still very good . . .

At present, I have only three classes in my schedule: AP English, AP Econ (YES!!! THANK GOD, THEY ACTUALLY HAVE IT!!!), and Orchestra. I must go remedy that tomorrow, when I go to get my ID picture and parking permit.

I think I may have wasted my summer, but I enjoyed it.

I still need to finish my novel . . .

I think Harry Potter ate my soul . . .

I need some religion again.

Adventures with Oboeman and Various Anniversaries

It's the 59th anniversary of VJ Day. It's also been 18 years since my conception, supposedly.

I should go back and visit the Hiroshima chatroom again. Last time I was there, everything was really philosophical-- like what justified civilian warfare, ie if you paid taxes or held residency, did that mean you supported your government and therefore deserved to die?

Oboe Man caught our stove on fire. We were making tempura, which is deep-frying vegetables in a wok, and the Crisco kept frothing, and then it spilled over, onto the burner . . . and there were flames that shot up . . . and Tory kept screaming and screaming and I made little squeaking noises and all Oboe Man did was go, "Oops." Then he picked up the wok and sloshed hot oil all over our floor and he went, "Oops" again and then Mom was like, "What's going on in there?" so we cleaned it up really fast and moved on . . .

Yet the tempura was still very good . . .

At present, I have only three classes in my schedule: AP English, AP Econ (YES!!! THANK GOD, THEY ACTUALLY HAVE IT!!!), and Orchestra. I must go remedy that tomorrow, when I go to get my ID picture and parking permit.

I think I may have wasted my summer, but I enjoyed it.

I still need to finish my novel . . .

I think Harry Potter ate my soul . . .

I need some religion again.