I didn't have a chance to post yesterday, which was too bad because I had a lot to say. I saw the moon, and it was gorgeous beyond description. Oh, and Ariel and Jocelyne showed up at my door with their feet covered in cement. And...JENNA GOT ME TO ROLLERBLADE! FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER! IT'S SO EXCITING! I fell...once. Those jeans are going to need repairing.
Today Kelsey and Isabelle came over after exams, and we made Kraft Dinner and played Risk. (I think I'm getting a little better.) Math was okay. And...today is my father's birthday.
I keep a stack of post-it notes by my bed, so that when I wake up in the middle of a night with a brilliant idea, I can write it down and go back to sleep. Sometimes, however, I have a hard time deciphering what my midnight brain pens when I look the following morning. Do you know what it said today?
Rope.
Another brilliant idea lost....
Now I shall go through a few of my great and previously unexplored ideas.
Lonely people blog. Well, it's true. The people who post entries about their lives are generally the ones who are not out there living. Being bored once in awhile is fine, but just look at the length of my posts.
Short short sleeves. They annoy me so much. I think a shirt should decide whether it wants to have sleeves. None of this wimpy hanging out in the middle business. Someone should start a protest. I'd support that.
Death -- certainty, mystery. My next public speaking topic?
Laces. Let's not touch this one.
Okay, I think I have to go find out what's happening.
No sign-off till I think of something.
1 comment:
Funny, you quoted me. And the post-it note idea is actually a really good one. You guys are going to have to teach me how to play Risk one day. One day. And we gotta go rollerblading too. All one day in the near distant future.
And your sign-off not being an actual sign-off is such a sign-off.
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