candy corn

Today was my grandma's 70th birthday. I was there with my cousins for her birthday party. My cousin Alix and I found this wreath in a magazine and decided to go to Joanne Fabrics to get the supplies. We got them and went back to my grandma's house. We wrapped the styrofoam wreath with black duct tape and then proceded to hot glue gun the candy corn to the wreath. We couldn't figure out how there was always just enough room for each candy corn in each row. I would have thought we'd need to cut one in half or something. But we didn't. We just burnt our fingers. Many, many times. As pretty as it was when it was done, I'm still not convinced it was worth it when I think of how bad my fingers hurt. But, back to the question. How is there the perfect amount of space in each row? Each candy corn isn't exactly the same length so it's not like each row is split evenly between ____ number of candy corns. Well, that's something to think about tonight instead of counting sheep.

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intricate

Fun and forgiveness forever

Randomness rules

Intricate

Endless excitement

Noble

Dedicated and determined

Sweet, simple and sure

Humble and honest

Intimate and inseperable

Perfect

Friendship to me is when people do the above things. for instance, take the giraffes. the two little ones are friends and one of their moms is taking them to the watering hole for a bit of socializing. giraffe number 1, whose name is pablo and giraffe number 2 is enrique. pablo and enrique are such good friends that pablo isnt embarrassed to have his mom chaperoning them. they accept each other for who they are and all their flaws, even if they have a weird looking spot. when they're at the watering whole, pablo will watch enrique's back while he's drinking, and enrique will watch pablo's back while he's drinking so that he doesnt get attacked by a predator. then, they will have some fun splashing each other and then get in trouble by pablo's mom for wasting perfectly good drinking water.

"this is my deep, philosophical view on the matter"

This is my first post so I want it to be memorable. My name is Ella. Or Ella of Frell. Or Ella said in Spanish which sounds like Ayah. On Tuesday it will be 3 months until my 16th birthday. I love the color orange. And hot pink. And any color that's not a pastel. I really don't like doing the whole "this is my deep, philosophical view on the matter" so you're going to be getting very random facts about me. This is about my 7th blog. I've lost count. My first one was during my family's trip to South America or "sam". Right now I have "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" stuck in my head because we played it during pepband tonight. The mosquitoes were really annoying and I think I had one in my eye for about 20 minutes. Anyway, I have 2 sisters and a brother, who are all younger than me, so guess who gets to be in charge of them? Yup, me. And speaking of babysitting them, I need to go break up the newest fight. Adieu!