My First Graphic Novel

Mom and I were cleaning out part of my room a couple of days ago. Here are three things I'm glad we found among the several piles of junk:
1. My 12th grade final exam report card (in tatters, but somewhat recognizable as a report card)
2. Four skipping ropes
3. A story I wrote and illustrated in the second grade. At least I think it was in the second grade because it was in a grade 2 notebook. I have no other way of telling because I don't think my stories have developed all that much since then and I still draw Christmas trees the same way.
Anyway, we happened to find it a little ridiculous and randomly funny, so here you go:

 

 

I once played a tree in a play in Kindergarten. Maybe that's why I can feel for this tree, never mind that I looked a lot less tree-like.

Sugar Sugar

Over the last couple of weeks, I've eaten huge amounts of cake, mainly because of the number of people I know who've had their birthdays then. It's made me think of all the birthday parties I've been to, especially the ones that really stood out. Most have been reasonably good.

A couple of them were plain confusing.

One was remarkably terrible.

Then suddenly, last month I went to one of the best birthday parties I've ever been to. Everything about it was great: wonderful people, beautiful place, delicious food, and surprisingly cute and lovable kids.

The birthday girl

 Well, she didn't exactly look like this, and she was way cuter. I think I got the bow on the hairband right, though.

Here are the things that made the party seriously awesome:

Yes, the cake really was that green. Normally I'd think, "Green cake? Eww!" but this one was pretty, and absolutely delicious. Again, my picture doesn't resemble the actual thing that well, but I had to try. The rest of the food was great too, but a good cake makes a good birthday party even better.

Helium balloons! I'd been looking for those for a long time, and I actually took a couple of them home. Whee!

And I think this is what made it perfect for me:

I was probably the only person above the age of 7 standing in line for candy floss (or cotton candy, if that's what you must call it) but standing there, and then eating with bits of pink sugar sticking to my hair, glasses, and clothes, I felt truly happy, like I was right where I belonged.

I guess some of us never grow up.

Food

I just felt like putting up a picture of something I ate yesterday because it was so delicious. Look:

Penne in a mushroom and butter sauce with parsley and parmesan cheese sprinkled on top. For once, here's something that even my vegetarian friends can drool over.

Exactly two months since my birthday! (Yeah, even I don't know why I find that exciting) I shall find a picture of an awesome cake mom made me many years ago and put it up. 

Update: here it is - the purdyful cake she made exactly 14 years and 2 months ago

It's a photo of a photo, thus the graininess. 
My Barbie doll was broken in half and converted into a wonderful Eliza Doolittle cake. I think that was the only time the doll was of any use.

And this is what she made exactly two months ago

But hey, it tasted great!
If this is my last post, it's because mom's killed me for putting this up. If she wasn't going to kill me for putting it up, she'll probably kill me for saying she'll kill me for putting it up.
That probably didn't make sense to anyone except me, but that's okay.