Lula's fungus story, true to the original manuscript

The Orange Fungus

One night I was walkin along minding my oun bussnis and I was thusty So I got a glass of water and I heard a weird noise in my living room. I went in my living romm and I saw gros orange fungus So I told my dad. He came in with some spray. He tried to spay it but the fungus took it away and sprayed my dad. Then I saw the Fungus growing biger and biger. It soon grew so big, our house couldn’t hold it any more. Orange fungus spilled out onto the back lawn. That looked like the end of the fungus, it lay there so still it looked liveless. But, suddenly, it let out a big “Scream…” that woke up the whole neighborhood.
* Pop * pop pop pop * it grew legs then it a lump started to grow thet turned out to be a HEAD! The fungus walked right into our house and started digging thru our cupords. It looked like it smelled something good. It looked in the fridge and saw a big hunk of cheese. It grabed the cheese, stuffed it in his mouth and went back into the corner of my living room it started in and became even smaller then it was before. We learned from the adventur that when the fungus was mad, it grew bigger, and when it was happy it got smaller. After that day I was the proud owner of a pet fungis named
motzzarella. And we all lived happily ever after… even thou my dad had to get an eye patch.

The End

Baklava

So, I have seen a great deal less productivity in my life in the past week, vs the week before that in which I studied for 4 hours each night. I actually enjoyed that lifestyle, but am not sure about how to start it up again.
I guess I'll just have to buckle down.
I am almost finished with my host family application. All I have left is a letter to my host family and a few photos, and then I'll send it in. I really just am not sure what to say to them though. What do I want my host family to know about me?
Enchanted has not ceased to stop playing in our household since we got it. But I haven't gotten terribly sick of it yet, so hopefully I won't go insane for another little bit.
I gave a presentation in YW tonight about Turkey, which I thought went well, but perhaps was boring. I never know with these things.
I've stopped growing. I will remain 5'2" and 1/4 for the rest of my life.
But that's not a big problem for me. I don't really care much.

Cold Sores

I have been ill for the last two days, and am still recovering. I am going to get in the habit of posting every day things like this because soon (with any luck) you guys will not even know about them otherwise. The college sitch is thus:
Reed: Wait-listed--i.e. didn't get in, but nice try.
Barnard: Got in!!! Just need to find a spare 10 thou to make tuition next year...
UW: Same, but not a'tall worth it.
Westminster: Got in, would pay approx. 5,000 yearly for room + board.
ASU: We'll see, but if I get in, I'll graduate scot-free.
NYU: Rejected!
New School: Accepted! but even more expensive than Barnard...
Have not made much progress on my creative portfolio; have made relatively much more progress on the cook book.
I just got a new AP English Teacher (Diane Monson is what I call her, out of habit, we're supposed to call her Mrs. Monson, as opposed to every other teacher at our school with whom we are on first-name basis). She is kind of a hard ass, which I like normally, but I am both the most apathetic and the busiest I have ever been in my life, so it is sort of the wrong time for me. However, she is a phenomenal writer, and she has been giving me some good input on some of my writing, which I appreciate, and the workload for the class is actually quite bearable.
I'll post pictures of my portfolio thus far this week end (if I have time--I am working 4-close thurs-fri, and then 3-close sat).
Love you guys,
Eva