I got into some poison parsnip up at the ponds and it caused a rather painful reaction, my ankle swelled up almost right away and had been swelled for a week and had turned an interesting shade of purple, red and yellow, so my mom took me to the clinic and the doctor gave me stuff to put on it so its looking more pleasant now. Being the weird person I am, I took a picture of my ankle when it was all blistered to show any interested people. I think perhaps my level of pain tolerance will be higher when this is all done. I also chipped my tooth eating chips if that makes any sense.

With all the sitting around I had to do with my ankle hurting, I discovered that there are a lot of books in my room that I haven't finished reading and that I haven't stared reading at all, so after making that discovery I started looking around for a good book to read and I saw the phantom tollbooth sitting there looking all readable, so for the third time this year I am reading it. readable means fit to be read; interesting, agreeable, and attractive in style; enjoyable, and that book is all that. I am guessing there are copy written laws as are in most books, but since nobody who would care reads this than I am not going to care myself, this is near the end of the book when Milo, tock and the bug have found the princesses,

"Why not sit for a moment and rest?" suggested Rhyme. "I'm sure you must be tired. Have you been traveling long?"
"Days," sighed the exhausted dog, curling up an a large downy cushion.
"Weeks," corrected the bug, flopping into a deep comfortable armchair, for it did seem that way to him.
"It has been a long trip," said Milo, climbing onto the couch where the princesses sat; "but we would have been here much sooner if I hadn't made so many mistakes. I'm afraid it's all my fault."
"You must never feel badly about making mistakes," explained Reason quietly, "as long as you take the trouble to learn from them. For you often learn more by being wrong for the right reasons than you do by being right for the wrong reasons."
"But there's so much to learn," he said, with a thoughtful frown.
"Yes, that's true," admitted Rhyme; "but it's not just learning things that's important. It's learning what to do with what you learn and learning why you learn things at all that matters."
"That's just what I mean," explained Milo as Tock and the exhausted bug drifted quietly off to sleep. "Many of the things I'm supposed to know seem so useless that I can't see the purpose in learning them at all."
"You may not see it now," said the Princess of Pure Reason, looking knowingly at Milo's puzzled face, "but whatever we learn has a purpose and whatever we do affects everything and everyone else, if even in the tiniest way. Why, when a housefly flaps his wings, a breeze goes round the world; when a speck of dust falls to the ground, the entire planet weighs a little more; and when you stamp your foot, the earth moves slightly off its course. Whenever you laugh, gladness spreads like the ripples in a pond; and whenever you're sad, no one anywhere can be really happy. And it's much the same thing with knowledge, for whenever you learn something new, the whole world becomes that much richer."
"And remember also," added the Princess of Sweet Rhyme, "that many places you would like to see are just off the map and many things you want to know are just out of sight or a little beyond your reach. But someday you'll reach them all, for what you learn today, for no reason at all, will help you discover all the wonderful secrets of tomorrow."

I am beginning to wonder if it was a good idea to go to my grandparents. Heather never came and I got pretty lonely and I did some things I shouldn't have done, like breaking into an old abandoned house with a friend and borrowing some movies that weren't good. I did ask Joy what the movies were about but she wouldn't tell me and I didn't finish watching them but apparently grandma called my parents to tell them I was watching bad movies when really I wasn't. There were some good things that happened though, certain persons know what I am speaking of, so maybe it was a good idea.

I went up to Sarah's house and several adults there started reminding me of all the things I have done behind my parents back. They thought it was like a big joke with all the things that they thought I got away with and were laughing and expecting me to think it funny as well and laugh along. Then one person started swearing about something and his wife said to shut up because I wasn't allowed to hear those words, but then someone else said that it was ok since I said them myself. All this time I am just standing there not saying anything and sorta not thinking anything either. Then I get home and its like poor me and my poor testimony and boo hoo and I'm having this big pity party. Then I start thinking who cares about my testimony what about God's, I've just dragged His name through the mud as my dad says. I'm not sure how to express how I felt just then, but pretty ashamed. I just pray that the Lord will make me even more ashamed that I put out a better effort to change instead of having this attitude that its too late and there's nothing I can do.

The Cross falls like a two-edged blade
Of heavenly temper, keen;
And double were the wounds it made,
Where'er it glanced between.
'Twas death to sin,--'twas life
To all who mourn'd for sin;
It kindled and it silenced strife,
Made war and peace within.