they say even a broken clock is right twice a day

...which is more than can be said for most clocks. The majority are set to somewhere around the actual time, and remain somewhere around the actual time. But a broken clock gets two beautiful, spot-on perfect moments in every day. After all, that can happen when you step outside of normal.

Today was the last day at the pool, which means that three of my genetically-related fellow lunatics and I had to go jump in the water for an hour or so. We have this bizarre ambition to be in the pool five months out of the year. (Unfortunately, exams and travelling ruined this for me in 2006.) Nothing else happened this weekend, except that I recorded myself playing arpeggios on the guitar and had fun coming up with a stage name.

I can't help looking over my shoulder as I write this. The fact that the attic stairs don't have a door to block them off never really bothered me until that day I was trying to play clarinet and turned around to see my sister's friend-who-lives-next-door, Maia, watching me. Now, Maia has a tendency to come in when I least expect her to, but this really freaked me out, and I'm afraid that someone will materialize there again, appearing as suddenly as she did. I don't really have anything interesting to hide, but that does not make it any less of a shock.

Blah.