Well, my cousins aren't that bad. Now that the one with Down's Syndrome who breaks/clogs/loses everything she touches (I love her, but DON'T TOUCH THAT COMPUTER!) is gone, things are a lot calmer. Also, I have my room to myself tonight, which is truly a blessing.
At least I'm home, and my shower actually works and my bed is comfortable and my piano is lovely (even if my fingers are so out of shape I can't play for more than a 20 minute block).
A prophecy written on July 17th, before fourth grade.
"The music holds and endless gift
Better together than divided
In wish to stop an endless plight
the 3 must be reunited.
Do you like it?
answer here:
"
The funny part is, I actually expected the journal to answer. The handful of entries are all written in magic marker, and are full of spelling errors.
Also, here is my idea of a more somber entry:
Dear Journal,
Last week was thaniversory of Sept. 11. The thin I don't get is why I didn't feel sad. I was more annoyed that people seemed to celebrate death. Oh, that reminds me, Dad got laser eye surgery, and now he doesn't wear glasses anymore. He doesn't look different to me though.
From,
Tea
I have absolutely no idea why Sept. 11 reminded me of laser eye surgery.
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2 comments:
well it's good that you have your room to yourself again :)
because, clearly the pilots who drove the planes had 20/20 vision. if only they'd been able to see behind them as well....
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