I guess this is April.

Sometimes when I'm standing on the corner waiting for Rachelle in the mornings, I'll look at the passing cars and wonder what, if someone from a hundred years ago were standing right beside me, that person would think about what is so everyday. The older, more boxy cars would be beyond them (and are frankly beyond me), but I'm speaking of the new, smooth, curved, shiny ones. To them, they would seem a lot like those pods in science fiction movies with the doors that slide up and off so you can get in. And yet I don't feel like we're any smarter, more educated, more knowledgable...more futuristic than that person is.

My teacher's grand piano is so shiny-black. I like to watch my hands reflected above the keys, moving as if controlled by another.

But let me take the time, now, to make something very very clear. DON'T CALL ME SHORT. Many people have certain things they are sensitive to. Kelsey is sensitive about her voice (although I don't really know why). Isabelle is sensitive about eyebrows. I personally cannot take someone randomly saying, "You're really short," (which incidentally I am NOT, being above average height I'll-thank-you-very-much) without feeling like I'm about to explode. There, we have that cleared up.

Anyway, I shan't be at school tomorrow. Good luck Alanna at provincials (and Vicky/Dory if you guys are going), Jacob at his improv, and Isabelle at explaining to me exactly why and how "(heart) Kelsey" came to be engraved on my folder. It will be a tiny bit quieter.

I can't wait for soccer! Soccer! Soccer!... Oh and Jenna/Rachelle my bike has been fixed AND I found my helmet...spring is nearly here, or so the weather would have us believe.

Like my father's reversible vest.