Dear Blogies,
I was thinking about family traditions today. No, not the "what I do on Christmas Eve" traditions but the ones that we don't really think about. Like the reminiscing of the ghost of Simpsons Past with my Grandpa. My brothers and I talk about funny moments that happened on the Simpsons and I don't know the boy's motives, but I mainly do it so I can see his laugh. He kind of squints his eyes and makes a repetitive squeeky noise and then it turns into a "ha ha" laugh in the end. Or, my dad's family call my aunt Cristina, Kizzy because...well, I don't really know why, but that's why I called her Aunt "Kiki" when I was little (I'll bet Freud would have had something to say about that!)
My other grandpa made up this little song and it is used to put babies to sleep. If you were to sing it to my sister, you would say, "Emma, Emma, Emma Lily Houghton, Mommy loves you, Daddy loves you, Ev'ry one loves you, Oh Emma Emma..." you then use other family member names are used to replace Mommy and Daddy to tell her who loves her too, like "Beth loves you, Jake loves you..." The other day I was singing it to her to put her to sleep. I went through all of our immediate family and extended family. When I started to sing "Aunt Janice loves you" or "Cousin Mike loves you", I could tell that she wasn't planning on going to sleep any time soon, due to the quizzical look she gave me. (Aunt Janice is our great aunt, and Mike is my dad's cousin).
So, those are a few of my family's non-traditional traditions. What are some of your's.

Wow, A Lame Post
Today I figured out the reason why 2006 hasn't been going well is because on January 1st I woke up on the floor (true story!) I guess my bad luck so far this year was bound to happen. Have a loverly day!
*Note to self: stop procrastinating on blog posts so you don't resort to ones like this!*

Hello, Mr. Dean

Why The Student Teacher In My Art Class Freaking Rocks My Socks Part II

Besides the fact that he is a crappy teacher/grader of sketchbook assignments, yes he still rocks my socks. Yesterday in art, he taught us about postmodernism, rebellion, and what makes art art. It was very interesting, until he gave a lecture type thing to Brooklyn, Katherine, and I about how healthiness isn't popular. The conversation started from pop art then jumped to Andy Warhol, then moved to painting a picture of alcoholic and carbonated drinks with a V8 in the middle, to how America is the fattest country because we are all focused on convenience and how there isn't anything wrong with McDonalds, but fast food is the downfall of our country. I wanted the tell him that there was everything wrong with McDonalds, but he just walked away. It was great. Then a girl in my class folded up a paper ball and wrote sex inside on it. (great, now when someone googles sex, my blog will be at the top of the list!) She then told Francis to look into the ball. I don't think he knew what to think of it, but everyone was laughing so he did. This post could also be called "How The People in My Art Class Are Strange", or "The Freakishly Weird Night We Forked Mr. Dixon's Lawn", but for today I think I will just leave it at Francis.