Helllooo my wonderful little reader! (readers?)
I went to a ren fair this weekend, as I mentioned in my last blog post. Oh em gee, when I got home and showered the water was brown. I'm not jonking around, the dirt clogged my shower drain. But, I did have a poopie load of fun, and by the end of it I found this journal. (Note: it was handmade by Poetic Earth)
OH. EM. GEE. It looks like a spell book, and the paper inside is thick and smooth, perfect for a fountain pen. When I held this prepossessing book, I knew the only thing that should grace these pages is cursive. Print would simply ruin the enchanting aura this object beholds. But, my dear beautiful rainbow dolphins, I don't know cursive. I was robbed of my apprenticeship during the years I spent as a snotty-nosed hooligan (toddler). I find it miserable to utter that I only know print. Sad, sloppy print. I told my mother this crucial dilemma and she instantly understood. The next 5 minutes she spent where scouring the internet; this book is coming in the mail tomorrow.
In the venture through the woods of my education, I have achieved the minor goal of having nice, cursive handwriting. A few things I've noticed,
So, I now know cursive thanks to the finished the Minecraft Practice Book! Which is completely unrelated to the Minecraft Movie. I went to watch it this weekend, it was "meh." Now all I need is a fountain pen. I've got a few of my poems ready to copy down so, I'll order something quick online.