Livin' up to my name!

If I was turned into a bird, I've got my nest-building skills down! But I would have to survive on bird seed because I couldn't stand eating worms all the time. I ate a worm once(Well, sallowed it whole of course.). It didn't taste like anything but its little bristle-like feet feel horrible going down. (I think I would want to be a tree swallow. One climbed up my leg once.)

Who cares.

I admit it. I was jealous of Calvin. But my tiger isn't named Hobbes.

Yay...Sores.

Well, on Saint Patrick'S day, I had to dance in five long preformances with shoes that don't really fit me. And after that I've been hurting my ankles alot. I guess the old ankle injury I got last summer is acting up again. Yeah.