Today my Dad picked me up from school in drag.

Someone honked at him.

I love my family.

Now I have to go write a history paper.

It's sad. I enjoy teaching myself about history.

But I cannot stand that class.

The title of this journal is actually somewhat relevent. There's this beautiful tree in my backyard that grows pink flowers every sping. I've seen other trees of its kind, and ours is rather big considering most flowering trees of it's kind, and most other flowering trees in general, are so small you could ruin them with one kick. It's great for climbing

The gloomy part is that it decided to flower on the last day of sunny weather. As soon as it began flowering, the wind destroyed all it's flowers. It tore the petals off the tree and now my yard is covered in, as Brock dubbed it, "snow". It looks pretty, on the up side, and it made me think about Marlene Dietrich.

Also on a more positive, tree-related note, the little tree I planted right next to it in 4th grade finally bloomed this year. It has been ran over by a lawn mower 3 times, and one time my dog ate it. This is the first time it has ever bloomed EVER. I thought it was dead for sure, after all it's been through.

Also, last week, my family and I ended watching a 3-year-old that belongs to some of my parent's friends/our ex-neighbors because they were taking a vacation to the Bahamas. Suprisingly, it was not hell having him for a week. Brock is alot less of a nuisance then he used to be. We can actually leave him alone for 5 minutes without worrying about him killing himself.

Everything has a downside in this journal, though, and a minor disaster involving physical harm did occur, but in this case, Brock was the culprit.

Brock and my sisters were drawing with sticks in the dirt. He accidentally poked my youngest sister in the eye with a stick.

It was a pretty deep wound, according to the doctor, too. She couldn't go to school for about 2 days. She couldn't open her non-stabbed eye because it hurt her injured eye, and apparently they don't do eyepatches anymore (something about infections or something.), so she stumbled around with sunglasses like a blind person for a few days. Her eyes better now.

This whole unpleasant rendezvou cost us over $300 for doctor visits and medication and such, so we were planning to politely bringing it up to his Grandma (his legal guardian.) when she got back from the Bahamas.

Then we found out her house caught on fire while she was gone.

Not much was lost, but there was a ton of smoke damage to everything. Brock's room was apparently the worst, with all his toys and everything. So while she was on her vacation, she had to arrange for all kind of people to come in and fix up her ceilings and floors and whatnot. It already cost her $300 a night to stay in her hotel. We decided not to bring up the cost of our medical bills.

Also, today my aunt gave birth to her first child. A little girl named Cynthia.

So Happy Birthday, Cynthia.

Didn't realize that things actually happen in my life that might be relevant or interesting to others. Damn. NO NONONO.

PAPER.