And Here I Am, Late Again.

I seem to be bad at schedules. I'll have to set a reminder for myself on my iPod or something.

So, eighth grade is slowly drawing to a close, and I only have a month left until I'm done and officially going into high school!

Sometimes I love being a homeschooler.

Other times, I don't. For instance:

Every Wednesday morning, I go on a walk/run with one of my best friends, Opal, who is also a sheltered homeschooler.

Well, actually, she's not. She watches animes online that say bad stuff. Like the C word! (Crap. @-@)

I'm kidding.

...you guys know I'm kidding, right?

But, ANYWAY....

So we were running this morning, and we had sort of gotten off a little late, which means what?

That's right. The six-graders were already at the bus stop.

And they were staring. I could totally tell what was going through their innocent little brains: "why are two girls older than us already up, running, and wearing clothes like THAT?"

Because, though I was dressed well enough in some purple athletic shorts and a peach tank top with a gray jacket over it, my lovely, fashion-savvy friend was dressed in a trashy old teal t-shirt and too-short Longhorn-orange sweatpants, along with the most obvious shoes EVER.

But YEAH. So anyway, if the SIXTH-graders are looking at us like we're aliens, homeschoolers must be even weirder than I thought.

That's all for now, and then I'll probably post on Friday. Probably.

Keep Calm and Endeavor On,
~Adalyn

Of Marian Groups and Scary Boy Scouts....

So, first off, I'm in a Marian Group, which is basically just a small group of people who gather every week or so and discuss things about the Church. We have our meetings about every other Friday, and we met tonight.

We talked about being "the salt of the earth" and "the light of the world", and we pulled out a map and lit candles and dumped salt on the map. Except it was very much more prayerful and beautiful than I made it sound just now. It was absolutely gorgeous and then my neighbor kept me at her house "having supper" until 11:30. And then my mother was angry at me.

But anyway, I believe I said I would post on Fridays, and it's still Friday (sort of) so I'm satisfied. Plus, zero people read this, so why should I bother anyway?

*sigh.....*

On he other hand, in the words of Blessed Pope John Paul II, "Do not let hope die!" So I suppose I'll keep up hope for this blog. Yay, popes! :D

~Adalyn

And I just realized that was insanely short, PLUS I forgot to talk about the scary Boy Scout.

So my oldest bro is in some class for Boy Scouts that he has to take to go to this camp. And there's this one kid who's taking the same class for the same reason and he lives an hour and a half away.

So, my parents decided it would be a LOVELY idea to have another boy in the house, AND this particular boy is a Boy Scout, which makes him doubly weird.

He's just as nerdy as my other brothers, though, so they're getting along quite nicely playing Assassin's Creed and Guild Wars Two.

Yay.

So that's my life. From beautiful Marian Group to sweaty, scary Boy Scouts in two seconds flat. Why was I born into a house full of boys again?? ;)

~Adalyn (for real this time.)