We are to go skiing, today....at least, hopefully. That seemed to be the plan. I would like to go snowboarding, too, but when I mention this to my sister, she scrunches up her nose in a rather funny manner and thoughtfully says,
"Mmm....I don't really like snowboarding."
My sister is doing her homework right now. Thank goodness I got most of mine done already. I kind of like those homework worksheets that public schools hand out. They're always so nice and official and neat looking. It makes you want to do your homework.

A week ago, my mom told me that if I cleaned up my room every single day for a week or two, then she would consider (a sneaky weasel word, in terms of parenting), getting me a guinea pig. I really want a kitten, but she says that I'd have to move out to get that. The only pet I ever got was a puny little fish, for my seventh birthday. I was really, really excited about getting a fish, but they're not very fun. You can't play with them. I figure I was just excited about it being there.
Guinea pigs, though, you can play with. I'd design a little maze for my guinea pig. And I'd have a huge cage for it, so big it wouldn't be able to tell it was a cage.
Unfortunately, it's already been a week, and my mom hasn't even considered getting me a guinea pig. It's really not fair that both my mom and dad had family pets when they were little, and then they didn't let us have anything.