I am looking at my lovely rose in it's vase on my computer cart. I made my dad go outside last Sunday when it was snowing and take the last rose of summer off of the rose bush and bring it upstairs for me. It is the most beautiful rose that I've had all year so far; it's opened up in a perfect shape, and it's lasted a pretty long time, for a rose. It must the the temperature in my room, as it's kind of cold. It probably stunts the blooming of it or something. I always do a peculier thing with roses, you know. I take off all of the petals on the outside that get withered or brown so that the good petals can show though. I feel really bad when I'm plucking them off though, because it feels as if I am hurting the flowers or something. *hehe* I know that is silly, but I feel like I'm ripping their skin off of them.
So, right now Uncle Frank, Katie and Becca are here. Uncle Frank is not really my uncle, but he's actually Jessie's uncle. I have just called him that since I've been younger, so I still do I guess. He's giving my parents tips on places to go once we get to New York. I can't wait to go, really. Oh, to be away from it all. Plus I can get some new pictures and junk. Clothes...presents. I probably can get my Christmas shopping done as well.