For some reason, this turned into blaming everyone.

I'm working on something new for this place. It should be super exciting! Woo Hoo! It's just a present for someone far far away. I feel like I should break out into song. (There Linda, I mentioned song) It's really not all that exciting, but whatever, some of you may enjoy it.

I'm supposed to get my final grade for my class today, so wish me luck. I really don't like that I'm sure how to figure out what it is already. On the page that keeps a list of all of my grades so far they only account for 96% of the total. So that other 4% is a mystery to me. Apparently, while the assignments were adding up to being worth 26% of my grade, they are actually worth 30%. I'll stop stressing and just wait until noon.

Sydney is all over the place these days, and she's (unfortunately) become rather bull-headed, just like me. When she wants something, she wants it now. When she wants to do something that James and I don't want her to do, she screams. Not a normal scream either, this is more like a screech. Imagine a hawk with a broken wing falling from the sky. Actually, scratch that, that's kinda sad. I'm not so good with the similes.

We set up her computer so that she could leave mine alone. Apparently, she doesn't like the small screen, and she wants to look at my screen and beat on my keyboard, because it's just slightly more advanced. (For this I will blame her Uncle Ben)

I tried to give her an orange for breakfast the other morning and it all went on the floor. She really does like oranges, but apparently all of the meals of shrimp, crabmeat and gourmet chicken, from my mom, have left her wanting more sophisticated culinary offerings. She's a food snob. (For this I will blame my mom)

My father has a new fancy car. (Sorry "truck", it's a truck. I'm going to get 10 Hail Marys for that, and maybe a few beatings.) He's positively giddy about it, too. Sydney rode in it once, she was half asleep, and seemed to enjoy the extra smooth ride that it offered. She hasn't slept in any other car since. (For this I will blame my Daddy) I'm really just blaming him because I have nothing else to blame him for and I don't want him to feel left out. She never really sleeps in the car anymore.

Um, Sydney has also been eyeing Motorcycles lately. (For this I blame her Uncle Uncle) Not really, she's not allowed near them. Yes, that's right, nowhere near them.

Anyway, I'm going to get back to working on my hugely gigantic, rather small surprise. I hope everyone is well!