It Has Been a While! :o

It's Gracie here!

Gosh, it's been a while since Erin or I have blogged!

While, not much has changed. I'm switching to a Performing Arts school! I'm really excited. It's a school called Merry Rose Performing Arts Academy. It's on the edge of New Jersey, right near New York City! This will be GREAT!

My dorm assignment is in a portion of the school called Junman Hall, in Room 256. There are six different "halls" for girls dorms, and six for boys. Junman Hall is in the Theatre quadrant of the campus. The dorm my sister Bethie is in is called Rickter Hall in the Instrumental quadrant.

I've already started packing some of my blankets and clothes, but not too much. We don't leave until February 11th!

And, I have some great news, too! Erin auditioned ME in the American Girl Modeling Academy on YouTube! I'm so excited! I hope I get in, really badly. If you'd like to see my audition video, click here!

Thanks for reading!

~Grace~

Missing My Hippie

I miss Erin.

And from that sentence above, you can infer who is the author of this blog, today.

She's getting creative with the nicknames, as well. Gracearoni, Graceland, [which happens to be the name of Elvis Presley's home. All too predictable of her.] Graceamania, Gracetastic, Graceanaspiostic [apperantly, her vocabulary grade in English rose.]

Her hippie personality is still going strong, butting heads with hippie haters, plastering peace signs to random lockers, working on her giant John Lennon mural on the side of the school building [that the school doesn't know about] and Chrissa is helping her a lot. It's getting colder up in Canada and she threw a tantrum because Kirsten wouldn't let her wear her gladiator sandals to school anymore, and she sent me a strongly worded email of every detail of her fight, including how many swear words she used and how many times Kirsten threatened to take away her iPod.

Erin sent me a picture message via email that included her family's school pictures [Erin found a way to daze the photographer so she could give a peace sign to the camera] They turned out perfectly.

Grace's Chrissa emailed me.

Grace! What's up? I'm great, and I was just rummaging through my art supplies and I found this beautifiul poem that Erin wrote. I decided to share it with you.\

Grace, the name that flies

Carries me to the true blue

Skies above

Her wings like a swan with

the heart of an angel.

Sunlight beckons us to

Come sail away

It made me want to cry.

-Grace

The Weirdest Things Happen

When you think about it, life is just a huge 'ole jumble of weirdness.
The fact that you put bananas on your toast this morning instead of jelly is weird. The fact that my sister spends hours to a day singing Glee and Taylor Swift songs is sooo weird. And the fact that I ended up getting on stage and giving an apology to all of New York City on Thanksgiving really, really REALLY is weird.

Yep, thats how I spent my Thanksgiving.

I stood there on the big black stage with Bethie's sister Ruthie and the all of Glee Club. Ruthie called up Bethie, and somehow everyone ended up singing together, all three competing Glee Clubs, "Fame!" from the musical. The original.

... Just, weird.

I guess I have a lot of 'weird' to apologize for. I sort of lied to Sonali. I lied to Gracelynne. I lied to Grace. I lied to my sisters. I lied to Elizabeth. I lied to Chrissa. I've been a weird liar, and I'm so sorry. I was jealous. Of Bethie. I wanted Sonny for myself. But now I realize, who I need is Chrissa. Chrissa is the best friend I could ever ask for.
But don't think I forgot Gracie.
She'll be in my heart forever. <3

Peace out weirdos,
Erin

Hatred -.-

I might as well just call this blog "The Story of Grace". I'm about ready to call Erin up on the phone and give her a good talking-to about this.

I'm just...too angry right now.

Erin was being taunted by the neighborhood four year olds while we were filming our murder mystery, Dead in Deutschland, and she was staring them down to scare them away, and then I fell face forward on the sidewalk, leaving a permanent scratch on my nose. Little did Erin know, Ruthie [who is my character, Brooklyn's best friend] PUSHED me over.

Now Erin isn't even considering me to do AGMA for her. All because of RUTHIE.

I decided I had enough of Ruthie's crazy antics. Today, I pushed Ruthie's door open. I saw her dancing and singing along to "Could It Be You" by H*wood on her iHome.

"I like a punk rock chick, with hair just like Rihanna, like a go-go girl who dance like Lady Gaga, they're the girls who start the party, so baby could it be you, be you, be you?" She sang.
I grabbed her iHome and threw it against the wall.

"Alright Smithens." I growled. "We need to chat."
She whirled around. "Oh, hey Grace... um, the weather is-" She stuttered.
"Let's cut to the chase. Why do you hate me? Why did you push me? Why did you RUIN me?!" I said, angrily.
"Um...I..."
"What?"
"...uhhh....."
"WHAT?!"
She got up and left.
"....the heck!?" I finished for myself.

Ruthies Can Go Drown in a Lake

I kicked the chair one last time and screamed like a small toddler. I was furious. Lanie was at the greenhouse, looking for indoor houseplants to keep her company during the cold autumn days, and I was at home, screaming my head off while kicking Kit's desk chair.

Samantha came in my room, wearing her apron over her clothes carrying a wooden spoon.

"Gosh, Gracie. If you scream any louder Erin will come from Canada to kill whoever's hurting you." Samantha joked.

And I'd especially like that today. I'd scream all across the New England states, and Erin would hitch a train, a boat, and a bus to come to destroy whoever snapped my heart in four. No, not in two. In FOUR.

And today, it would be RUTHIE who's life would end.

Ruthie. Ruthie Noelle. Ruthie Noelle Smithens. Otherwise known as ERIN'S NEXT AGMA MODEL.

YOU HEARD ME.

Erin changed her mind. Now that Ruthie's here, it's Ruthie this and Ruthie that and Ruthie Ruthie Ruthie. "Ruthie's such a beautiful girl." "I'm so glad I got Ruthie." "I love my Ruthie." Erin would say.

And today, Erin decided that Ruthie will be AGMA Season 4's model.

Which is why I'm screaming my head off.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Not Forgotten, Just .. Not Home

"Knock knock?"
A voice sounded from outside the door.

I was upside down on my bed, clutching a pillow in front of my face. A drained pepsi can stood on the bedside table, and Pocketful of Sunshine played softly from my iPod speaker. The positive words of the song were starting to get annoying.
"Nobody's home." I said, the words muffled by the pillow.

Chrissa opened the door. "Well, its my room too, either way."
I sat up and took the pillow away from my face. I blinked at Chrissa for a few seconds.
She sat down on the bed next to me and held out her hands, hopeful for a hug.
I simply stood up and pressed the off button on my speakers.
Chrissa's eyes became soft and sympathetic.
She thought I was depressed because I missed my sister.
Hah.
As if she knew.

Nobody knew.
NOBODY BUT ME!
I made a noise of disgust.
Then I realized Chrissa was still here.

"Oh.." I turned around. "Chrissa, can you go?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Fine, if you want it that way."

I stood still, frozen, until she had closed the door behind her.

Then I ran back to my bed, clutched my pillow, and started bawling.


-Erin

Word of the Day: FURIOUS

I'm searching for a word.....

What could this word be?

Oh, found it.

FURIOUS.

I'm furious about MANY many things.

I guess this will just be a furious post.

Firstly, ERIN HAS NOT POSTED IN FOREVER. We PROMISED that we would post as often as we could!

Me, I've just been to furious to post.

I am disappointed in her! SHAME ON YOU, ERIN LILLY VIOLET.

Since I haven't posted in a while, I'll shame myself, too.

SHAME ON YOU, GRACELYNNE MARGARET ROSE.

Much better.

Secondly, I'm furious because LANIE IS FORGETTING OUR SPECIAL BONDEDNESS D:

It's like Ruthie arriving has made her totally blind to me, us, and our friendship.

"Hey Lanie!" I asked on Wednesday, peeking into her bedroom. "Wanna go to the movies? We can go see Eat Pray Love."

"Not today, Gracelynne. Ruthie and I had plans to go see Eat Pray Love this evening." Lanie said, as she transplanted her dracena into a larger pot, not even looking up to acknowledge me.

"Can we go together?" I asked, a bit discouraged.

"Ruthie only got two tickets. Now LEAVE! Your negative energy is troubling my african violets!" Lanie shooed me out of her shared room.

I sighed and stepped into the dressing room.

Later that day, I went to go see Eat Pray Love. By myself.

"Lanie, you want to go to the park? We can play by the fountain and eat lunch together." I asked while she flicked through the channels on the televison.

"Umm.....Ruthie and I were going to go shopping at the mall and get lunch there." Lanie said, like she was trying to decline me nicely.

"Can I come?"I said, trying not to side too rude.

"No! Ruthie and I were going to go ALONE! Now leave! I'm just about to find out who falls below the yellow line!" Lanie shouted, as the DVR recording of a re-run of "The Biggest Loser" returned from the commerical break.
Later that day, I went to the park and played by the fountain and ate lunch. Alone. And it wasn't as fun as it would have been with Lanie.

Finally, today, I went up to her while she was on YouTube.

"Lanie..? You want to play on Erin's InnerstarU? We can finish that project we started working on." I suggested.

"No, no, now shhh. This is the funny part." I waited a minute, then Lanie burst out laughing. I saw no humor.

I hit the Escape button and her YouTube page vanished.

"Hey!" Lanie yelled, looking at me in the face for the first time in three days.

"Lanie, what is with you? We haven't hung out in three days and you've been ditching me for Ruthie!" I said, angrily.

"You're just jealous because I'm making friends with Ruthie and you're not!" Lanie argued.

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

"Lanie, you're my best friend! I like hanging out with you and I like being friends with you! It's just that, well, I miss you!" I argued back.

"Maybe I want more friends! Maybe I was getting bored of you and wanted more!" Lanie said, her voice lashing like a whip.

"Oh!" I could feel the tears in my eyes.

"Not everyone wants to be friends with a boring bookworm who obsesses over Taylor Swift and clings to her friends!" Lanie fought.

"Well, you say that like everyone enjoys being around a pea-brained environmentalist who only cares about how much fertilizer her garden gets or how much positive energy is around her stupid houseplants!" I fought back.

"Gracelynne McCartney, GO AWAY! I HATE YOU!" Lanie bellowed.

I kicked over her potted tree as I exited the room.

I stormed up lto my bedroom. I shoved past Bailey on my way up.

"Woah, who called in tornado patrol?" Bailey teased.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." I snapped.

I climbed up the hatches to my bedroom and kicked my wall. I pushed all my photos of Lanie and me off my besides table and onto the floor and stamped on them. I ripped them to pieces and threw them in the garbage.

Finally, I got to the note she gave me for my birthday.

Hey Gracie!

I luv you sooo much! We will be besties for everrr! :)

Happy Birthday!

Love,

Lanie

I shoved it under my mattress and sat down at my desk.

I hate her. I hate her. I can't stand her! Oh, I need to trash her room! That will show her! Ugh, I hate her so much!

All my evil thoughts were telling me to trash her bedroom and ruin her stuff.

Which, I totally did.

I'm done with Lanie. If she's gonna blow me off for someone who we barely know.

Ugh. I hate her.

~Grace~

Hateful Feelings

Erin HAS forgotten this blog. :( It's like she doesn't even notice it's here. HELLO, THE STORY OF TWINS!? Not The Story Of GRACE!

Sorry I'm so sour. If you read Bethie's blog, last night I scavenged through Ma's bedroom and found ZERO signs of Ruthie and Ma's dolls didn't give much evidence.

Aaah. I feel so bad.

"It's all Ma's fault!" Lanie ranted after I explained what had happened. "She's too cruel and evil to realize that Erin will be CRUSHED! No, she'll realize it, but she'd be laughing! Oh, that's what she'd do! Erin would sit there, trying to be polite and not be upset, but clearly she'd be unhappy, and Ma would be LAUGHING! Oh, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I HATE HER!" Lanie kicked the bed.
''Lanie, relax." I touched her arm. "It's okay to be angry, but don't take it out on Ma."
"I have every right to take it out on Ma! Because of her, she's going to ruin Erin's birthday! Do you know how LONG it would take Erin to earn the money for Ruthie?! It's hard enough for her to earn money for New York City, and she doesn't even know if she's getting a doll there! Hate, hate hate!" Lanie shrieked.
"So what if we don't get Ruthie?"
"That's easy for YOU to say! Ever since I arrived here, YOU are the only person who's really befriended me! Everyone else pushed me away and didn't want to be my friend! I keep on thinking maybe Ruthie will be different! And maybe she will! But we'll never know now that Erin's not getting her!" Lanie screamed. The tears trickled down her flushed cheeks.
"Oh, Lanie." I hugged her. "I didn't know getting Ruthie was this important to you."
She wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry I'm so angry. It's just, it's so hard to be the different girl at school."
"What do you mean?" I asked. She sat down on the bed. I sat next to her.
"Well, before you arrived in February, I was miserable. Everyone called me a nerd for doing so well in Science and knowing about all the plant names and animal species. I was so upset. Nobody would be my friend. I know that Bethie would have been nice to me, but she didn't go to school. I sat alone at lunch everyday. I tried to make friends, but everyone pushed me away. Not even my friends in garden club were nice to me. They called me a know-it-all and threw dirt at me. I was so sad and unhappy, but when you came along, and you were so kind to me, I was thrilled. I had a friend, and I liked it. It made me want to have more, but since nobody wanted to be my friend at school, I was happy with having just you. When I heard about Ruthie, I got so excited. Maybe she would be my friend." Lanie explained, the tears slipping down her cheeks.
I hugged her. "I didn't know I meant that much to you, Lanie."
"You mean the world to me, Grace. Your the Swiftie that makes my world go around, and I couldn't imagine life without you." 'Swifties' are what Lanie called Taylor Swift fans.

I felt so dirty and disgusting now that I had this chat with Lanie. Last night, Ma had held me and kissed me and hugged me, and now I feel filthy. I can't stand to see the bilge of garbage called grandparents that make up for un-bought birthday presents by kissing little girl's dolls and playing with little boy's toys. It makes me SICKENED to see the filthy wretch of elders who find it amusing to ruin children's birthdays. Would the appreciate it if their families didn't get them what THEY wanted for their birthday? No, they would not. In fact, they'd probably cause a whole ruckus because of it, since my unofficial stats show 67% of family celebrations revolve around grandparents. I feel as though I have betrayed my family by allowing the ancestors of my beloved Erin show affection towards me.

Does that make sense to you? Sorry, when I'm mad I get literary.

~Gracie~

A Sad Celebration

Kay. So you've probably heard it from Erin a gazillion and six times, but Kristy was eliminated from AGMA.

This sounds sooooo mean..... but YAY!

Now I know what you're all thinking.

"Why Gracelynne? How could you be so cruel?"

Dude.

I'm happy Kristy got eliminated from AGMA because Erin can compete again. And when she competes again she's entering a certain red-haired beauty!

NO, NOT FELICITY.

Meeeh! Yesh, Erin is entering MOI, Gracelynne Margaret Rose McCartney, nicknamed Grace, Gracie, THE GRACE and Graceanator. [the last two from my twin, Erin]

Lanie is sooo proud of me.

"I knew you could do it, Grace!" Lanie cheered jubiliantly once we reached my bedroom.

"I know, I know." I sighed, a little sadly. Being excited because my sister was eliminated is just plain MEAN.

"Gracie! Are you blind?! Kristy got eliminated for a REASON! It's called karma!" Lanie convinced me.

"What are you saying...?"

"I'm SAYING that she got eliminated because of all the times she's been mean to us!"

"Well, I guess. But I'm not even going to make it past the auditions, let alone win the whole game." I sighed, my voice sinking lower with every word.

"ARE YOU BLIND AND DEAF?!" Lanie bellowed. "You're THE GRACE! You can do ANYTHING!" Lanie grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"But.... Erin.....Sonali....cheese curls...... graham crackers......GAH!" I sputtered.

"Chill." Lanie rested on Kit's bed. "You've got this modeling crap IN THE BAG." She snatched up a mirror and shoved my face in it's view.

"You see that girl in there?" Lanie questioned me.

"Yes." I gulped.

"Who is she?"

"The Grace." I stuttered.

"She is not THE GRACE." Lanie said stern. "She's you, Gracelynne Margaret Rose McCartney. And she's the next model for AGClayMakers."

"But..."

"You're worth it, Gracelynne." Lanie looked at me with meaningful hazel-green eyes. I smiled and hugged her.

Lanie was right.

~Grace~

Sad Faces For A Sad Doll

"Erin?" Chrissa poked me in the side. "Whats up with you? You didn't want to paint for 8:00 a.m. routine this morning, and now you won't eat PIZZA?!"

I frowned. "I just.. I don't feel well, Chrissa.."
Chrissa jumped up. "Then lets get you upstairs! I'll get you a hot water bottle for your feet!" She was already rushing up the stairs by the time I got the energy to call out to her to come back.

Ugh.
I hate life.

Spring Green Queen is on the Scene, Part 2

"So, JULIE'S the culprit?" I shouted angrily. Julie was so sweet and innocent, I can't believe she was out to get Bethie!
"Well," Lanie fidgeted with one of her curls. "Bethie did refuse to sign her 'Stop Global Warming' movement. Beth doesn't believe in global warming."
I pulled the small gem out of the mud and Lanie and I headed up the path. We set the gem inside my dresser.
"How are we going to get the evidence out of Julie?" Lanie asked.
"We'll have to do the good cop, bad cop roles." I reasoned.
"Oooh! Can I be the bad cop, pretty please?" Lanie begged eagerly.
"Oh all right." I mumbled.
Lanie headed down stairs, and came back hoisting Julie up the hatches. Julie was tied to the back of a metal chair. I gaped in awe.

"You said I could be the bad cop!" Lanie shrugged.

"All right, Albright." Lanie scolded. "Tell us why you're out to get Bethie!"
"Wait, WHAT? What are you babbling about, Holland?!" Julie shouted, furious.
"Lady, we'll ask the questions." Lanie snarled.
"I'm your ROOMMATE! Why would you suspect me?" Julie barked.
I saw that I wasn't going to get a say in this if Lanie kept on being the bad cop, so I stepped in. "We found THIS gem," I held out the jewel. "Stuck in the mud where I was threatened. My partner," I beckoned to Lanie. "Confirmed that the jewel is in fact, yours."
"Yeah, it's mine! But I haven't been to the forest in weeks since the government promised me they'd stop bothering the baby skunks." Julie explained.
"Wait a sec!" I shouted. "Julie, don't you have special wide feet?"
"Yeah, but you don't have to rub it in!" Julie barked at me.
"Then you can't run away fast in stilettos, right?"
"Riiight."
"Then Julie can't be the culprit! The person in question threatened me, but before I could see who it was, they were gone and Rebecca's stiletto was stuck in the mud!"
Lanie untied Julie. "You're free to go." Julie slapped Lanie and walked away.

"We're getting nowhere with this!" Lanie wailed.
"We have to check the crime scene again!" I sighed.
"Grace! It's hopeless! You're treating this like it's a murder mystery! It was probably one of the big jerky boys next door!"
"Do big jerky boys wear fingernail polish?!" I yelled.
"They could have pretended! For all we know, Rebecca could have been the culprit but she just used nail polish remover to get it off before we interviewed her!" Lanie sassed at me.
"Fine! Don't help me!" I hollered.
"I don't think I will!" Lanie hollered back. She threw all the supplies she was carrying on the ground and stormed out, her long blonde curls bouncing against her back as she walked.

"Tree hugger!" I shouted angrily as she walked away.
"Hopeless bookworm!" She shouted back.

Oh, Oh OH! This isn't fair! First I lose my sanity, then my best friend, all because of a stupid crime scene!? This is pointless! I wish my twin sister, Erin, were here to help me. She wouldn't argue or fight with me, but according to Sonali's blog, they've got their hands full with this new Pullip sister of theirs. The last thing that should be on Erin's mind is her twin, when she's got to keep that bloody Pullip from touching her possessions.


~Gracelynne~

Spring Green Queen is on the Scene

In the blog that I wrote last, I promised I wouldn't rest until I found the source of Bethie's weird behavior. She's a good friend, but not nearly as close as Lanie. We've been having late-night conversations and sleepovers. I feel like a bad friend to be helping Beth and ignoring her at the same time. But it is best to leave it at that.

First off, I wanted to email Ruthie and check out Sonali's blog. I asked Beth to borrow her computer, because maybe there's something up with Sonali's blog. I haven't checked it in a while. I sent Ruthie the email I wanted and typed in Sonali's blogger URL. It came up as 'blocked from the computer.' That's odd.

"Bethie, why is Sonali's blog blocked from your computer?"
"I dunno. It just happened."
I closed Beth's laptop and raced downstairs to retrive my spring green laptop. I opened Sonali's blog on my Internet browser, and surprisingly, it came up. I read the first few lines of one of her June blogs, but a manicured hand slammed my laptop shut on my fingers.
"Ouch." I whispered under my breath. Something grabbed my hair, and I was being tugged outside into the woods.
"Listen to me." A threatening voice crackled into my ear. "If anything is said to Sonali, Beth, or your dumb [the voice said another word...] sister about their blogs, I sware I'm going to drown you in that pond." The voice hissed into my ear.
I turned to see who it was, but all I could see was a red stiletto heel that got stuck in the mud. I picked it up. Interesting.

After future examination, I found that the sitletto belonged to none other then Rebecca Ann Claire Rubin.
"Listen to me, Gracelynne!" Rebecca pleaded. "I didn't do it! I'm not out to get Sonny and Beth, I sware!" She fell into a heap at my feet and sobbed into her hands.
"Wait a sec." I muttered. I grabbed Rebecca's hand. No finger nail polish in sight.
"You're free, Beck. Go." I motioned for her to leave the G.R.O.I.C; or Grace's Room of Investigating Crimes. Lanie was sitting on my bed. I brought her to the woods and we followed the heel marks and my sneaker prints to the exact spot where I was threatened. I also found a sparkly gem that looked like it fell from a necklace.
"I know that gem. It's from a necklace of Julie's." Lanie murmured



~Grace~

Chrissa

Of course I miss Grace. Of course, of course, of course. Heck, I cry almost every night into my pillow about it. But lately I haven't been crying as much. Because of a certain Christine Jane-Marie Maxwell.

Chrissa's awesome. Epic, actually. She understands about Grace. She understands it all. Sonali does too, but ... oh my god. Lets NOT talk about Sonali.

I can't.. can't.. I gotta go.

-Erin

Scaaaared.

It's Grace again, haaay!

And I've been noticing strange behavior around my house lately. Ever since we got news that our family might have a new addition [Ruthie], nobody's been acting themselves. It's pretty weird considering that I've known every single one of these girls since February, and things just keep getting weirder.

For instance, Samantha hasn't touched the tote bag that she started sewing in May since we got word on Ruthie. She's been spending more time looking at magazines and catalogs.

On the contrary, Kristy hasn't touched her dance outfit, and she didn't beg and plead for dance classes this summer. She's been spending so much time in the mirror, doing her makeup and washing her hair and a LOT of singing before dinner and after she takes a shower.

Felicity hasn't bothered with climbing trees or fishing or doing any of the daring or bold things that she loves to do. She's been out in the barn practicing tricks with her horses, and grooming them.

Kit hasn't been reading that much, She's been scrawling ideas for writing prompts such as stories and news papers, and typing them on her typewriter. I heard her explaining to Beth that she will put them all in a binder to keep forever.

Julie hasn't been playing with Nutmeg, her pet bunny, or passing out recycling pamphlets at the mall or protesting to stop pollution and prevent global warming. She's been being all Kristy-like and watching what she wears instead of wearing her hippie clothes. She hasn't touched her favorite peasant blouse since before we got word on Ruthie.

Rebecca's been singing and dancing more often. She sings every night with Kristy. She dances at the mall to earn a few coins. She normally chooses loud, outgoing, sparkly costume-like, but still fashionable clothes, but lately she's been going with more sensible clothes such as shorts and flip flops. She hasn't asked Chrissa to sew her any theater costumes since Ruthie. In fact, she demanded that Chrissa stop sewing her Miss Hannigan costume and start knitting her a french beret.

Speaking of Chrissa, even little Chrissa's been acting weird. Her pottery wheel is getting a tad dusty, and she's been hiding her hand-made [but still AMAZING] costumes and her countless balls of yarn under her bed, and she quit wearing her costumes for a while and started wearing more grown up stuff like jeans [which she hated to the core until now] and sneakers [also hated.]

Bailey's been skating more often. She stays out at the skate park with her friends until after dinner, and she's been attending more batting, catching, and pitching clinics every morning with her friends to improve her skill. She also stopped wearing ponytails and switched to headbands.

Lanie stopped her vegetable garden and started a whole flower garden. She's growing lilies, lilacs, daisies, tulips, roses, and hyacinths. She's been re-doing her curls every other day and starts speaking her mind more often instead of sitting back quietly.

Bethie, poor, dearest Bethie seems to be the worst of them all. She's been a ton more secretive about everything. When asked what she did today at dinner, she immediatly replied "Nothing!" very, very quickly. She's been sitting at the window watching the nothingness going on outside, and when I asked what she's doing "Oh, haha! It's nothing really, you see I'm just, uh, watching the birds. Yup, it's a new hobby of mine. Grace you should try it sometime. Well, gotta go, bye!" As she backs away and heads up the stairs. She's been sitting for countless hours on her beanbag chair with her headphones in staring at the screen whispering to herself "It's impossible." Over and over again. It's really suspicious. Lanie tried asking what was wrong the other day, and she said "Nothing! Lanie, what are you talking about? Haha, silly girl!" Then she ran away. I'm scared for her. I don't know what's going on, but I won't rest until I find out.

Even I'VE been acting differently. I obviously haven't blogged in a while and I've been ignoring my library card that lay on my bedside table. Plus, neglecting the books below said bedside table that I've been itching to read all summer, and spending more time looking in the mirror and practicingmy audition for Glee Club, or Show Choir as they say at our new school.

It's like Ruthie's set the bar so high that everyone's trying to impress her when she arrives. I don't know what's going through my head, or even all my sister's, but I'm not sure I'm going to like the results......

~Grace~

New Background and Design!

Okay, okay. So I'm here at Erin's house with our sisters, Erin's sisters, and Emma from The Lost Get Found and her sisters. It's pretty awesome. Or, "epic" as Erin says. We're here for the Awards Ceremony that Ruthie gave us. Erin and I got the award for 'best un-alike twins.' Erin wore her sundress [no shock there, really] and I wore my blue dress. I looked awesome. Ruthie says that blue is definitely my color.

We haven't really updated our blog lately, but Sonny, Beth, and Emma have! Read their blogs for updates on what's been going on. We leave tomorrow afternoon, and Emma's family leaves a little before us. They have a longer flight to get back to Minnesota [or Minnesnowta, as the Kits call it] so they have to leave first.

We changed our blog template! Of course, Erin chose the background. She wanted to find one relating to The Beatles, but no luck :(. I like the new background, too. I chose the layout and the color template. Erin didn't care what she did as long as she got to choose the background.

Erin and I have been having tons of fun. We've been spending time in Erin's secret hideout [remember The Yurt?] and we brought Chelsea's Chrissa and Lanie with us. They absolutely adored it, so we took them back everyday.

Any opinions on our new layout?

~Grace~

Turn Around, Bright Eyes

Let me tell you, things around here have been HECTIC. With a capital H-E-C-T-I-C. First off, Erin has a huge project in social studies where she has to plan a whole trip to Greece. She has to plan EVERYTHING. And when we say everything, we MEAN everything. The restaurants she would eat at, the sights she'd see, the hotel she'd stay at, EVERYTHING. It's due Tuesday and she has most of it done, but she just needs help. And a lot of it.

She's had a lot of projects in the past couple weeks. One for science, one for language arts, and now this one for Social Studies. Luckily, the science one is done and so is the L/A one, but she had a lot of fun with the L/A one. She had to make a video commercial advertising the book they were reading. Knowing Erin, she took this to the extremes and edited it like she would a video to put on YouTube. Everybody loved it, INCLUDING her teacher, PLUS the librarian who happened to be in the room when she presented it.

After all these dumb projects are done, she promises to make a stop motion video with us because she's been unable to have fun for the past 2 weeks. She hopes the SS project will be done by tonight so she can do something fun on this beautiful long weekend.

Well. That's all Gracie has to say, since I have to get off the computer so Erin can do more research -____-

Happy Memorial Day!

~Grace~

Elections

Student Council elections were last week, and let me tell you, I'm going to make an awful great Vice President. Yes, I won!

But....I can't help thinking......why did KRISTY get to be the model? I almost feel...jealous standing in the corner while she gets photographed. It makes me feel angry that AGMA is Erin's main YouTube concern. Why does Kristy deserve this, of anyone in our family? Even sneaky old Bailey deserves this more then she does.

Because she's pretty. That's why.

That's what I've been saying to myself. It's hard to hold my anger and envy in whilst she's having her outfit changed every 15 pictures, and while I'm staying in the same outfit for at least a week. Sure, she's pretty. But there's 11 dolls in this family. We all deserve the attention, am I wrong? Even Chrissa, who's happy with her pottery wheel alone in her bedroom. You wouldn't believe how many poems, stories, letters, and novellas I've written the past week because I've been so bored.

It doesn't help to know that Kristy herself was going around the day before elections telling everybody that I have a hippie twin that doesn't shower so that nobody would vote for me. Erin showers. I know she does. In fact, she brings a bucket in the shower to save all the water she can, then waters the plants with the shower water.

So the day of elections, everyone was walking around, and whenever they saw me, they held their noses.

I know plenty of friendly models, as well. I know Sonali. Of course I know Sonali. I know Lanie's twin sister, Lanie from agqueen43. I know Anya Sorokowski, the winner of AGMA Season 2. I know Mia St. Clair from agqueen43, who's just darned beautiful herself. And I know all of AGPhotographer's other dolls. And I know all my sisters.

And it doesn't help that Kristy gloats about being a model at school. She wears her assignment outfits to school and brags how 'she's in a modeling academy'. All I can do is bite my tongue and smile.

I only wish Erin McCartney could take a crack at her. She'd give her that hippie piece of mind that nobody wants to hear. Her famous line.. "You break her heart....I break your face." And let me tell you, Kristy's face would be very broken if Erin was allowed down here.
My school could take a crack at the hippie master. She'd show them all. Our classes would never be the same with Erin protesting the fakeness of global warming and Erin protesting how all this massive amount of homework kills trees, and that those heavy textbooks would be better to the environment with recycled paper instead of the fresh factory paper. She'd protest that paying teachers through checks and cash wastes paper, and that all teacher's shouldn't be paid. She'd REQUIRE each gym class to have a wrestling unit at one time or another. Erin would beast our school. Erin would rock.

~Grace~

Can-ad-ian Gurls, We're Unforgettable.

Baha! And you had thought I forgot you!

We're super busy, thats all.
-mutters- And with Sonali hogging the computer all the time..

We tried to film Alice today... umm... lets just say it was a F-A-I-L. We got 5 seconds done, but after that God just told us that it wasn't meant to be today, because he swept over my tripod with wind (almost fatally injuring the lense forever), and Alice fell 3 times.

Sonali also has her AGMA assignment, "Fairytale/Princesses". Its sooo fun! I don't get to go with Sonali when she drives out to her photographing location, but I get to see the photos when she comes home -- of course! Its going to be naturally beautiful. Be scared. :)

-Erin

I didn

Grace for Vice President!

Has Erin forgot about this blog?
I think so.
I've posted the last THREE blogs. She never logs on anymore.

I'm pleased to announce that I, Gracelynne Margaret Rose McCartney, am running for Student Council Vice President. I have two other competitors. Rose-Ann Michaels, but everyone calls her Rose Mike. My other is-- JOLEE WINTERS. I'm confident that my posters will blow the roof off this place because I hired the best artist in the sixth grade to draw my designs. Who, might that be? Introducing..... CHRISSA FAYE MAXWELL! Yup, my sister. We're going to be giving out candy to everyone who's going to vote for me. All my sisters are wearing GRACE 4 VICE PREZ stickers on their clothes everyday, and they carry a whole stack of them to give to everyone who wants one.

I have 2 poster designs. One of them says 'WIN HER THE RACE, VOTE GRACE!' and another one has a mirror on it that says "Look who's voting Gracelynne for Vice President!"

Jolee Winters has terrible designs, and Rose Mike has one that says "I LIKE ROSE MIKE." She's putting stickers that say "ROSE FOR VP" all over everybody else's posters, and there's seven of them on my mirror poster. Chrissa has put colored duct tape designs over all the stickers that she leaves, and Jolee and I are going to go to the Principal to complain if she keeps stickering our posters.

Wish me luck!

~Gracie~