With the help of a mood ring, a Magic 8 Ball, and some old-fashioned intuition, Judy Moody is convinced that she can foretell the future in a new episode that’s funnier than ever.

Judy Moody ate one, two, three bowls of cereal. No prize. She poured four, five, six bowls of cereal. Nothing. Seven. Out fell the Mystery Prize. . . .

Judy definitely has a mood for every occasion. And now she has a mood ring to prove it! The mood ring’s Extra Special Powers have put Judy in a predicting mood, and her outrageous predictions have everyone wondering if Judy really is psychic. According to "Madame M" (for Moody), the Toad Pee Club’s long-lost mascot will reappear, Judy will earn the coveted Thomas Jefferson tricorn-hat sticker for Great Job, Good Thinking—and love may be the real reason behind her teacher’s new eyeglasses. Will Judy’s latest adventures put kids in a very Judy Moody mood? (Signs point to yes!)

The fourth book in Megan McDonald's wonderfully goofy Judy Moody series will leave fans wondering whether the most irrepressible third-grader in Class 3T just might have ESP. (That's either Extra Special Powers, or Extra-Special Skink Powers--in the case of skink-hunting with Judy's brother Stink.)
Our soon-to-be-psychic heroine slurps down seven bowls of cereal one morning before finding what she seeks: "A ring! A silver ring with an oogley center. A mood ring!" Testing out her possibly prescient ring-powers, though, requires all sorts of experimentation--and working through some "burnt-toast" black moods before transforming completely into "Madame M for Moody."
Judy remains her ebullient self throughout this fourth installment, despite "a blucky old math-test," a run-in with her self-assured rival from the last book ("Jessica Finch probably ate fractions for breakfast: 1/4 glass of orange juice, 1/2 piece of toast, 3/4 jar of strawberry jelly!"), and a spelling test that doesn't quite produce the grade she predicts. ("Judy didn't see why tor-tee-yah had any l's at all. And zig and zag sure seemed like two words to her. Who wrote this dictionary anyway? Mrs. Merriam and Mr. Webster were going to hear from her.")
But by far the biggest surprise that Judy Moody struggles to predict is what a visit from the mysterious crayon lady Ms. Tater might really mean. And why is Mr. Todd acting so weird? Could her predictions prove prophetic once again? Might there really be little Tater-Todds in her teacher's future? (Ages 6 to 10) --Paul Hughes

October 16th, 2008
I'm SO SO SO SO EXCITEDDD!!!!!!
Mackenzie calls me yesterday, asking "You don't happen to have any plans Friday night, do you?" And I was was like, "No...why?" And she says, "Well, I'm going to a concert. And they were $40 tickets, and me and Taylor were planning on going, but she got grounded. So, would you like to go?" And I asked, "What concert?" And she says, "Panc At The Disco, Plain White T's..." I was like, "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" So, I thought I wouldn't be able to go, because her parents aren't coming. BUT MY PARENTS SAID YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! So, tomorrow I'm going to Kenzie's house, and we're going to Denver, going to the concert, and staying at a hotel for the night. FFTANNG!!!!!!! Oh my goodness gracious I'm freakin stoked.

^.^ I used to wear most of these rings all the time. I used to wear a ring on every finger, every single day. That huge pink one, Sam and Abby have one like it too. =D We're pretty much gangsters. But yes, I'm in a very good mood. =D!!!

I was hoping the rings would be in focus more...but my camera was being stupid and I don't have the time. =D Today, we are going shopping. I am going to buy paint for my room, to paint it yellow, and get a new bedspread, sheets, and all that good stuff. I'm going to put a bunch of my photography all over my room. I'm really excited for it. ^.^

Listening To-
"Hot 'N' Cold"
*Katy Perry*

P.S. If you would like to know more info on me going to Texas, or would like to help me financially to go, message me. I would love all yall's support!

UPDATE: Went shopping. We got a gallon of paint, chalk paint, a bedspread, sheets, 3 things of hangars, about 20 picture frames, 3 things of black spray paint, and a mountain dew for one hundred and fifteen dollars and 34 cents. Pretty good. I got my paint for 6 dollars. The majority was spent on my bedspread. But hey, That's okay. I'm really excited for my new room. I want my walls to look like Red Robin, with all my photos. Pretty much friggin STOKED!
I spray painted all the frames, and accidentally colored my hand. woodeefriggindoo. =P I think perhaps I will put on my gomies and watch some Phantom of the Opera. Join me if you wish. =P
(Okay...you're prolly wondering "GOMIES?!?" yeah, my Ma and Oma and so on and so forth have always called pajamas gomies. It kinda stuck. =])

As several of you are aware, I have had a bit of a rough time over the last 6 weeks or so. Everything from being made redundant, being in hospital, mums accident, concussion, lurgy, shingles, mouse drama. Thats on top of the bushfires in Vic in Feb where a part of the family pretty much lost everything at Kingslake...oh and I cant forget the insanely painful and rare inversed foot and ankle dislocation.

Now when I think the universe can't possibly shit on my anymore it goes to new heights. I found out late this afternoon that my uncle passed away suddenly on Wed under pretty bloody awful circumstances quite frankly.

The funeral has to be put off several weeks until autopsies etc are done. Sudden death is hard enough, but to have it prolonged under these types of circumstances is just fucking awful.

Anyway, the point of the pic is, this afternoon after lunch I bought this ring. I found it at a jewellers shop in Cott. Have been in quite a mood all week - quite "twitter and bisted" so to speak re work.

I thought buying a ring (and a few more - lost a lot of them in last 2 years) would cheer me up.

............it did for about 20 minutes before I got the phone call.....

Though the Raleigh, North Carolina, band opposed the release of this collection of early demos by its original label, Rural Free Delivery is a worthwhile document in that it shows that leader Ryan Adams's songwriting talent was obvious even in the earliest stages of the band's existence. Just 20 years old at the time of these recordings, Adams was already turning out uncommonly compelling country ballads such as "Angels Are Messengers from God" (a later version of which showed up on a 7-inch EP) and "Pawn Shop Ain't No Place for a Wedding Ring," which showcases the haunting harmonies of Adams and fiddler Caitlin Cary. A brilliant honky-tonk reworking of Black Flag's "Nervous Breakdown," meanwhile, revealed an equally significant side of the band's budding personality. --Peter Blackstock