Hello! My name is Aili Oshika and this is my blog. I’m fourteen, and I love procrastinating my work by verbally abusing my victims (aka friends) when they do the same. I am writing this blog because I love writing blogs, not at all because this is a school assignment and I am extremely driven by good grades (they are my moral high ground). Have fun wasting your time by listening to my useless, ramblig thoughts. Or you can save yourself now by closing this blog (which I highly recommend).

  My favorite quote is probably “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today a is a gift; that’s why it’s called the present”. I remember seeing it somewhere and really liking it, because it rhymes. I think it may have been on a grave, which upon reflection seems rather dark for my first blog post. Now, I like it because it’s clever and I like that it’s sort of saying “look, you can’t change the past or the future, but you can change the present”.  Except for when you can’t. When you can’t change the present, and you have no control of the past or the future, congratulations, you have uncovered a mind-boggling concept. The quote is also saying to be conscious of your actions and how they affect others. It’s saying that the present is a gift, and to be grateful for what you have and that you get to experience it. I’m not actually sure who came up with this quote. I’m pretty sure Bil Keane gets the credit for it, since he put it in a newspaper (the Family Circus newspaper) in 1994. But one of my friends told me it was in Winnie the Pooh, the mighty cartoon. Since I have never actually watched it (and have no intention to), I guess it will forever be a mystery.

  One of my favorite images is one of Carcassonne, a fortress in France. In 2016, when I was in Grade 4, we traveled to St. Foy d’Aigrefeuille, a small village near Toulouse in France, for a year (yes, that sentence has too many commas. No, I do not care. Haha, you just went back to go over all the commas, didn’t you?). While we were there, we visited Carcassonne, and that was a picture that my dad took of it (or maybe my mom. Oops, I forgot. How about I just lie and say that I took it?). I didn’t really appreciate it much back then, but now, to me at least, it represents that year that I spent in France with my family, and all the beautiful places we saw there. It also looks cool, an added bonus! (That’s how all of my friends will know that I did not, in fact, take the image.)