Cookie Calls

So I have this kind of...tradition, I guess you could call it, with my neighbor.
It all started when I really wanted to make cookies but found that I had no eggs. I was about to not make them, but my dad just told me we could ask our neighbor for some. I didn't really want to becuase I didn't think that the relationship between me and him were that close to ask for eggs. (or something like that, I don't know. I was just weird and didn't think I could ask my neighbor for eggs) but I got them and I was really happy, because I really like making cookies.
So, after I made them, I decided that it was common curtesy to share the treat which he had helped to create. So I brought a plate of cookies over and a card with a picture of an egg on it saying thanks and him and his family were all happy.
So, ever since, whenever I make cookies I call him (I like to call it a cookie call hee hee) and bring cookies. It makes me really happy. Because before I didn't exactly know him and his family, and the thought of calling them just made me squirm uncomfortably. But now it's ok, and he even gave me a hug today.
So the moral, or even the point, of this post is: Service makes you feel so much better.

It Snowed

Ugh, it snowed. I don't want it to snow!! Fall has been skippped! Stupid winter, why do you have to be so pushy?!
So pretty much all I'm doing is school, haunted hallow stuff, and ice skating: which is way fun. So...ya. That's my life right now. Pretty exciting huh? Ha, not really.
Oh, but my friend and I watched this silent movie that I watched in Theater, and it is way hilarious. It's Charlie Chaplin and I didn't know that a man could be so freaking funny. Go to youtube, type in Charlie Chaplin, and you'll see why I think he's so comical.