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The tears, they soaked your fur
The blood dripped from your fangs
You said, "What have I done?"
You loved that lamb
With every sinful bone.


Mum went off to a teacher meeting thing today, so I was left alone in the house with Jenny.

You know how that turns out, right?

It basically follows a pattern: first we're all chummy, we watch Disney Channel movies on the telly (today was The Adventures Of Shark Boy and Lava Girl), scream and laugh, then the arguing starts.

I should be mature enough to try and break the cycle, right? Except I'm never thinking like that when stuff happens. My living-in-the-moment attitude always pisses me off after I have time to cool down. I can only do stupid things..

Anyway, I read A Separate Peace today. Basically about these kids in a private school during WWII. This guy is always jealous of his best friend and thinks he's evil and so he pushes him out of a tree but finds out later that his friend isn't that cunning at all and he'll never be able to walk normally again. Then some of their friends go off to war and go insane. Then Finny fell down the stairs and REBROKE his leg, and finally realized that Gene had shook him out of the tree on purpose. Except he forgave him. When they were setting his leg he died. biggrin

The book was okay, real sophisticated-like. But every time I came across a good word choice (like this scene when Finny was balancing on a canoe and Knowles was saying that he "transcended gravity" wink , my mind would wander and I'd think about putting those words in my book and then my characters start interacting and a scene unfolds so when I finally catch myself daydreaming, I'd have to reread the whole passage again... And the sentences were really long. Like, super long. They sounded good, all right, but man, one can only read one of those for so long before running out of brain breath.

Brain breath..do you guys get that? Like you're reading but you get so exasperated and your brain needs to breathe at the end of the sentences. My brain breathes a lot, but I like it that way. If it doesn't I don't remember anything.

I feel tired. Like I want to melt into this chair and sleep for a thousand years.

Ankle is still green but almost all of the swelling is gone and I can walk fine.

Listening to Deathbed. I explained it to Jenny, and she doesn't get how I think it's a happy song. But it really is, if you think about it.

I already miss all my school friends. I don't care if I have to face Matt Harris or even Julian. Quiero oir mis amigos. sad

I hope oir means "to see" but I think it's "to smell"...

*sigh* I should write my essay...