Valentine's Day= Thursday, February 14th, 2008

Valentine's Day is in a mere 16 days!!!

Better start cuttin' lace and buyin' chocolate!

Music and Lyrics: 1/27-2/2 Is It In Your Head?

"Why Do You Build Me Up, Buttercup?" by The Foundations

Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around
And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby
When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still
I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'
You know that I have from the start
So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart

"I'll be over at ten", you told me time and again
But you're late, I wait around and then (bah dah dah)
I run to the door, I can't take any more
It's not you, you let me down again(Hey, hey, hey!)
Baby, baby, try to find(Hey, hey, hey!)
A little time, and I'll make you happy(Hey, hey, hey!)
I'll be home
I'll be beside the phone waiting for youOoo-oo-ooo, ooo-oo-ooo

Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around
And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby
When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still
I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'
You know that I have from the start
So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart

You were my toy but I could be the boy you adore
If you'd just let me know (bah dah dah)
Although you're untrue, I'm attracted to you all the more
Why do I need you so(Hey, hey, hey!)
Baby, baby, try to find(Hey, hey, hey!)
A little time and I'll make you happy(Hey, hey, hey!)
I'll be home

I'll be beside the phone waiting for youOoo-oo-ooo, ooo-oo-ooo

Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around
And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby
When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still
I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'
You know that I have from the start
So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart
I-I-I need you-oo-oo more than anyone, baby
You know that I have from the start
So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart{fade}

Dedicated to: Momo

Hey There Delilah, 1/27-2/2

This week's entry is being postponed for next Sunday. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Sincerely,

The Weekly Harold Maintenance Crew

Quote for 1/27-2/2

"Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, 'Where the heck is the ceiling?'"

-Unknown-

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Riddle for 1/27-2/2

Last week's answer was:

"A joke!"

This week's riddle is:

"If a boy and a half could eat a hot dog and a half in a minute and a half, how many hot dogs could six boys eat in six minutes?"

Hint: The anwer is NOT mathematical. (When I tell you what it is, you'll be totally unsatisfied. Sorry!)

Hey There Delilah, Chapter 4

The rest of the summer was a complete blurr to me. I don't remember a single thing except the long nights alone in my room. I'd lie awake for hours replaying the car crash over and over again in my head, trying to find the split second where I could have done something to reverse the situation. My parents were very worried about me. "Honey, we need to talk," my mom was constantly saying to me. I'd just shake my head and walk away. My dad tried bribing me into talking by buying me snowcones at the mall. "So, how's that chunk of ice?" he'd start out. I'd look at him with a stare that seemed to say nothing but everything at the same time, so he decided to leave me alone.
Everyday I would go for a walk around my block and sit staring at the pond for hours on end, not moving a muscle. On my way home I'd check the mailbox, always finding the occasional sympathy card from a friend at school or a smelly casserole. People knew Delilah's death was as much a tradegy to me as it was to her own family.
Around the beginning of August my mother was completely fed up with me and my constant zombie walk. She was tired of giving out love and getting nothing back. Time for her revenge: a therapist.
"I'm not going." I stood in the kitchen staring at my parents with a frown on my face. It was the only way I could keep from crying.
"Sweetie, we've given you the chance to talk to us, but you won't. So you can talk to a therapist instead," my mother said. She stood facing me with her arms crossed, a determined look on her perfectly make-uped face. My father on the other hand was the kind of guy that didn't like to intervine with mother-daughter face-offs. He slouched in a corner flipping through his lastest issue of Car and Driver mindlessly. "Your father and I both agree that this is the best thing for you at the moment, right Harold?" She shot a look at my father that plainly stated, "Agree with me or you're sleeping in the doghouse."
"Yes dear." He sounded like a young schoolboy that was terrified to give the teacher the wrong asnwer. "I agree."
"Well, it's settled then. I'll drive you over to the therapist's office after lunch tomorrow," my mother said very matter-of-factly. I tried to give her the death stare, but her years of practice penitrated through my force field.
"Fine!" I shouted in her face. I stomped out of the room, a single tear sliding down my cheek. I must admit, I was scared.

Weekly Quote: 1/20-1/26

"The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible."

-Arthur C. Clarke-

Book List: Week of 1/20-1/26

Title: Born Free
Author: Joy Adamson
Rating: * * * *
Notes: This fabulous book is about how a woman saved and raised three lion cubs in the middle of Africa. I really enjoyed this book because of the detailed descriptions and the adorable pictures! (This is a true story as well as a movie.)Please read it! I 've read it at least 3 times! Definately worth a try.

Please Note: Mrs. DiZazzo's students need to start thinking about biographies and autobiographies, so please send me some titles or names of interesting people!!! Thx!

Riddle: Week of 1/20-1/26

Last week's answer was:

"An eye."

This week's riddle is:

"I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played. What am I?"

Music and Lyrics, Teardrops on My Guitar (Taylor Swift): Week of 1/20-1/26

Drew looks at me,

I fake a smile so he won't see

That I want and I'm needing

Everything that we should be

I'll bet she's beautiful,

That girl he talks about

And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me,

I laugh cause it's so darn funny

That I can't

Even see

Anyone when he's with me

He says he's so in love,

He's finally got it right,

I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car I keep singing,

don't know why I do

Drew walks by me,

Can he tell that I can't breathe?

And there he goes,

So perfectly,

The kind of flawless I wish I could be

She'd better hold him tight,

Give him all her love

Look in those beautiful eyes

And know she's lucky cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

So I drive home alone,

As I turn out the light

I'll put his picture down and maybe

Get some sleep tonight

'Cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart

He's the song in the car I keep singing,

don't know why I do

He's the time taken up,

But there's never enough

And he's all that I need to fall into.

Drew looks at me,

I fake a smile so he won't see

Quote for 1/13-1/19

"Enjoy your strawberries."

-Bo (Jonathan), amazing camp counselor

Hey There Delilah, Chapter 3

Chapter 3
7/13/07
Delilah's Funeral
"We gather here today in memory of a very special young girl, Delilah Gloria Williams. Her tragic death has brought sadness and heart-break to us all." I heard a faint sniffle coming from behind me at the pastor's last words. It was Delilah's mother. She was wearing a long black dress that covered her ankles and the tips of her shiny patent leather funeral shoes, bought especially for this occasion. Her shoulders were hunched over in depression under the weight of a heavy woolen shawl, even though it was a week after the Fourth of July. My mother told me this made Mrs. Williams feel more secure. She was holding hands with Mr. Williams, who had been like a second father to me ever since my own parents got divorced when I was four. His piercing blue eyes were glistening with tears. It was the first time I had seen him cry.
People all around me were crying, sniffling into tissues, and holding hands with loved ones. My mom stood beside me, clutching a Kleenex in one hand and mine in the other. Suddenly I felt a squeeze in my palm. “It’s time, Sweetie,” she whispered in my ear. I smoothed my skirt and headed up to the casket.
Earlier that morning Mrs. Williams had asked me to make a short speech about Delilah before her coffin was buried. I had been trying to figure out what to say all day, and I still hadn’t come up with anything.
“Ummm…hi. My name is Jolie. I was, I mean am, Delilah’s best friend.” I saw my mom smile through her tears and the words just started pouring out of my mouth. “Delilah and I were more than friends, we were practically sisters. The two of us did everything together. We had sleepovers every Friday night, we went to the same summer camps, and we bought all the same clothes. Delilah taught me a lot of important things about life.
She taught me how to be brave and confident, how to believe in myself and how to see the bright side of life, but best of all she taught me how to love.”
I stopped there, not knowing what else to say. I suddenly got very choked up, so all I could muster was a faint “thank you”. I was about to step back into the small crowd of people, but I changed my mind. I unclasped my friendship necklace and placed it gently in Delilah’s casket in her right hand. Her transparent milky white skin was the last thing I ever saw of my best friend, a sight that would haunt me forever…

Riddle for 1/13-1/19

Last week's answer was:

"An onion."

This week's riddle is :

"Pronounced as one letter,

And written with three,

Two letters there are,

And two only in me.

I'm double,

I'm single,

I'm black, blue, and gray,

I'm read from both ends,

And the same either way.

What am I?

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Hey There Delilah, Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I screamed. All I did for ten minutes was scream. After five minutes of trying to calm me down, the nurse (whose name turned out to be Cindy) left to go get my mother from the waiting room and some headache medicine for herself. When my mother came in she looked exhausted, broken down, and just plain happy to see me. She rocked me back and forth as best she could from the side of my hospital bed while my breathing started to slow down and my screaming was reduced to occasional whimpers. When I looked up from my mother’s tearstained shoulder, a tall black man was standing in the corner of the room.
“Well, well, well. I see Miss Jolie is finally awake.” I scowled at him. I’m not two, if that’s what you’re thinking!
“Oh, she’s wide awake,” mumbled Cindy, rubbing her head. The doctor shot her a look, then turned towards me once again.
“Let me introduce myself,” he said. “I’m Dr. Smith and this is my nurse Cindy.” He nodded towards Cindy who was busy putting on rubber gloves. “So, how are you feeling? Maybe it’s time we took a look at those bandages of yours.” I looked down at myself and noticed for the first time that almost the entire right side of my body was covered in plaster and gauze.
My right arm was wrapped tightly to the side of my body, clearly broken. I gasped, but choked because some of my ribs were broken, making it difficult to breath. My right leg was also in a cast, much to my dismay. I sighed a deep sigh of pity for myself. Things couldn't get much worse. The entire right side of my body was broken and my best friend was...well...I didn't know if I was ready to talk about that quite yet.
* * * * *

Later that evening I lay in my hopsital bed, willing sleep to come to my troubled head. The window next to my bed was open slighty, allowing a calming breeze to drift into the room. Twinkling in the midnight sky sat hundreds of tiny stars, each one shining brightly as if it held a special secret of its own. I breathed in the warm summer night air, filling my lungs as best I could. My pillow case was sparsely dappled with sweet tears of fear and great sadness. Looking up at the biggest and brightest star I could find I whispered, "Delilah? I know you can hear me. I know you're not really gone, not for good. I know you can see me, even if I can't see you. Please help me. I miss you so much already. Don't go, please don't go!" After I choked out my last few words I felt as if a warm spot in my heart floated away, out the open window, up towards the star. I knew she was gone now, knew she had no choice but to leave me. I couldn't be mad. Not now. She was where she belonged. Instead I just turned away from the window and wept until my heart was as cold as ice, the last bit of warmth sucked from my body...

Quote for 1/6-1/12

"We are what we repeatedly do. Exellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit."

Aristotle

Book List-1/6-1/12

Here is another classic to check out:

Title: Crime and Punishment
Author: Fyodor Dostoevsky
Notes: First published in Russian in 1866, this masterful psychological novel shows the horror and remorse of Raskolnikoff, a student, after he has killed an old woman for her money. Sounds pretty creepy to me, but also like one of those books that you wouldn't be able to put down!

Riddle for 1/6-1/12

Last week's answer was:

"A coffin!"

This week's riddle is:

"You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?"

Happy New Year! It's 2008!!!