I LUV THIS POST.

Howdy y'all.

So, I totally only decided to blog right now because it's the 200th post and I WANT IT. Sorry, girls. I give permission for you all to add you own comments in this post, below mine. Don't edit anyone else's because I WILL KNOW.

Also, it is a very important time for me. First of all, Happy Labor Day Weekend, everyone! No one knows what I'm talking about...

Explanation: Labor Day is a 3-day weekend in honor of the American workforce. All the service people and laborers, etc., have the weekend off. And it's a party. There's fairs and fireworks. My stable's performing at the State Fair.
Also, Labor Day means School.

Labor Day happens late this year, so most schools have already started, but mine HASN'T. We start on Tuesday. And of course, since this is my school, we don't go to our homerooms and learn each others' names and get syllabi for every freaking class.
No.

We get on a bus. And drive to the next state over. And live on a farm for three days.
It's an organic farm, and we own a share of it. In the spring, I planted onions and potatoes and stuff. Last year, it was huge for me because a) it was the first thing I did as a high schooler, and b) It was the last thing I did in America before I moved and met all of y'all.

It's almost our Anniversary of friendship or something like that! *ehugs for all*

So this is obviously a busy time. Exactly what the doctor didn't order.
Even if I was physically able to ride my horse and hang with my friends (who do a considerable bit more running than y'all. ) and go on roller coasters and do the scheiß-ton of maths that's sitting on my desk,

I can't.
Instead, I am lying on a couch.
I haven't worn pants in days. I miss pants.
Trying to get my lungs to chill out as they fill with water.
((don't think about The Fault in Our Stars))((don't think about The Fault in Our Stars))((don't think about The Fault in Our Stars))((don't think about The Fault in Our Stars))((don't think about The Fault in Our Stars))((don't think about The Fault in Our Stars))((don't think about The Fault in Our Stars))

Don't worry: it's highly curable. Pnumonia. But it sucks a... *mentally feels Zara's glare* carrot. I had a carrot earlier. It tasted better the first time...

Okay. I'm going before I bring down the mood of this post. Girls, permission to chime in is granted by moi.

Best Wishes!!!
Ms. Rose Jones, author extraordinaire.