Once again...

[This is a translation of my previous two posts]
Bats love the library. Right now, there are twenty-three in the entryway, sleeping. Last year, there were usually one or two, but now they've called their friends. I like these bats: they don't do anything, and they're tiny. But, I can't touch them, because I think that they would attack me.
And something interesting: in Japan, there's a toy made by Takara-Tomy for collectors named "MP-04 Megatron." It's a Transformer, and transforms into a very realistic gun. And, in Australia, in order to get one, one must:

Have a criminal background check
Give a good reason for purchasing it
Prove that they are a member of a collectors' club, and
Lock it up when it is not in use

In fewer words, they don't realise that it's a toy. But the Australians are lucky: here, in the "land of the free," you can't have one at all.

Temporeque altro...

[Hoc latine redditus blogis prioris est]
Vespertiliones bibliothecam amant magnopere. Nunc, sunt viginti et tres in porta, dormientes. Anno priore, catholice erant unus duove, sed iam amicos advocaverunt. Eos vespertiliones amo: nihil faciunt, et minimi sunt. Sed eos tangere non possum, quod me appugnare credo.
Resque interestans: in Iapone, est crepundia a Takara-Tomy facta quæ nominatur "MP-04 Megatron" collectoribus. Transformer est, et convertatur pistola qui vera videatur magnopere. Ac in Australia, ut eum acquires, necesse est:

sceptrum permittere historiam eum probatur
causam bonam dare
demonstrare qui membrum organizationem collectorium sit
eoque non usante, eum obfirmare

Minis verbis, nesciunt qui crepundia est. Sed Australiani felices sunt: hic, in "terra liberorum," haud eum habere potes.

Y otra vez...

A los murciélagos les encantan la biblioteca. Ahora, hay veintitrés en la entrada, durmiendo. El año pasado, generalmente había uno o dos, pero ya han llamado a sus amigos. Me gusta estos murcielaguitos: no hacen nada, y son chiquitines. Pero no puedo tocarlos, porque creo que me atacarían.

Y algo interesante: en Japón, hay un juguete hecho por Takara-Tomy a nombre de “MP-04 Megatron” para coleccionadores. Es un Transformer, y se transforma en una pistola que se ve muy real. Y, en Australia, para obtenerlo, alguien tiene que:

Permitir a la policía chequear su historia

Dar una razón buena para obtenerlo

Demostrar que es miembro de un club de coleccionadores, y

Cerrarlo con llave cuando no está usándolo.

En menos palabras, no saben que es un juguete. Pero los australianos son de buena suerte: aquí, en la “tierra de los libres,” no puedo tenerlo nada.

Dear diary...

[This is a translation of my previous two posts]
We just learned in my Spanish class that we have to write a diary entry every other Friday (a two-weekery?) in order to practise our informal writing. And when they say "diary," I hear "blog." Thus you, my readers, get to partake of my homework. Don't everybody celebrate at once...
For this assignment, our teacher stated that we should write something around sixty words. This is ridiculous! I have already written seventy words [or at least I had in Spanish], and I haven't said anything! Well, I do often write things with more than five hundred words in this blog (I think). So, I'm going to ignore this rule in the future, when I have more to talk about.

O ephemeris...

[Hoc latine redditus blogis prioris est]
Classe mea linguæ hispanicæ, nobis necesse esse rem scribere in ephemere tertio quoque die veneris ut scriptum fortuitum didcimus recenter. Quandoque "ephemeris" dicitur, "blogem" audio ego. Ut vos, o lectores mi, operem scholarem meum gustetis. Non omnes simul celebretis...
Huic operi, magistra nos aliquem cercum sexaginta verba scribere debere dicit. Hoc ridiculum est! Iam septagintam verba scripsi, ac nullum dixi! Multis temporibus res verbarum quingenti magisve hoc bloge scripsi (aut scripsi credo). Ut reglam prætermittam in futuro, quando est magis de quo loqui possum.

Querido diario...

En mi clase de español, acabamos de aprender que hay que escribir algo en un diario cada segundo viernes (un duosemanio?) para practicar nuestra escritura informal. Y, cuando se dice «diario», yo oigo «blog». Entonces vosotros, mis leedores, podéis compartir en mi tarea escolar. No todos celebréis en una vez…

Para esta tarea, la maestra dice que debamos escribir algo acerca de sesenta palabras. ¡Este es ridículo! Ya he escrito setenta palabras, ¡y no dije nada! Pues, muchas veces escribo cosas de más que quinientos palabras en este blog (o, creo que escribo). Entonces, voy a ignorar esta regla en el futuro, cuando tengo más en que puedo hablar.

Goodbye, Lucia and Maus

On Sunday, both my rat, Lucia, and my mouse, Maus, died. First, after noticing that Maus hadn't been rustling around the past day or so, I went in to investigate. There was not movement in her cage when I searched for her, so I dug through this lump I saw. Sure enough, there was Maus, full of rigor mortis and already starting to smell. So, I buried her. Then, I went to take a shower. Before my shower, Lucia was abnormally tired. After it, she had moved, and died. Her feet were purple, she was cold to the touch, her tongue was inflated to the point that her teeth didn't even touch, and there was blood at the end of her urethra. I buried her near Maus.

All your blog are belong to us.

Here's an odd thing: Xanga has finally added full Unicode support! But, it depends upon your language settings. So, for us multi-language bloggers, it's back to square one.
In other news, apparently, Gather automatically creates an RSS feed for its users. So, if anyone actually wants to get up-to-the-minute updates on my blogging, or publish my blog on, say, their Yahoo 360° page--hey, it does stand for Real Simple Syndication, after all--you now have the tools to do so.
Now, as for the first week of school: my actual finalised schedule is:

1) Physics (Gilbertson, A226)
2)AP Stats (Pelkey, A204)
3)AP Spanish (Qualley, South Campus)
4)Open
5)World History (CLC) Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (open other days)
6)AP Lit (Hewitt, A162)

Or, the same as I already told you. They're fairly interesting.
In other news, we had our this year's first meeting of the Library teen advisory board: The High Council of Younger Elders. And we are sorely in need of members--especially ones that won't graduate in the next year or two. I don't think that we have gotten any new members since its creation two years ago. It meets the first Thursday of every month at the Brainerd Public Library at 4:00PM. We plan activities, such as game days and rocket making. You can join at a meeting, or send a message to any of their pages, or e-mail them at HCYE.brd@gmail.com. Anyone 11-19 is welcome, even if they aren't permanent residents of Brainerd--i.e. foreign exchange students.
Also, I went to a football game with my friend Jamp. And apparently, football is in fact very boring. Neither of us had ever actually been to a football game before, and so at least I thought that it would be most of the team--with a few benched players--running around after discussing their strategy at, say, quartertime. So we were both surprised to see that about an eighth of both teams actually played, and that was about seventy per cent huddling. Home ended up winning, 30 to 7--all of the last score was done in the fourth quarter--which means that there wasn't even the interest of wondering who was going to win, because the other team sucked so much--or maybe our team just has no life and practises 24/7.
So, my AP Spanish teacher said that we should live in Spanish. I already have my cell phone in Spanish, and I'm not going to completely switch my blog language, but perhaps a single entry? I don't want to re-live my Dog Latin--which is roughly the Latin equivalent of Spanglish--entry--perhaps a new Latin one is also an order--but I think that I could pull it off.