COVER THE PHONE. he's a dictator, with the emphasis on dick. or is he dickless?
Komsie is my hero!
aka Samantha<3
I want to play tennis. I think I will. Not for the team, just to play again. Like, for fun. It'd be...fun.
I am motivation-less when it comes to AP English. I suck.
KC + parental meeting today at Stephen's. Interesting stuff. Hung out with Samantha, Christina and Bobby afterward, discussing...the meeting. Had a lovely pre-meeting dinner with Samantha in the street of Westfield. Earlier this morning, bought some spiffy new clothes. Will go to school to check on newspaper tomorrow. Has ended the use of first-person pronouns at the start of sentences.
I like piebald.
Today Joseph woke me up at an ungodly hour. Really, I had not planned to arise for at least a few more hours, as he sprung into my bedroom around 7:40. You know how before you really wake up, you're sort of in another state of being? And how, sometimes, your first thoughts are really random. Well, my first waking thought was that I was about sleeping cycles. How strange. I think it was for a newspaper double truck, actually. And I remembered this chart and this online article about the deepest stages and lighter stages of sleep. And my first thought was that I was in a deep, deep stage of sleep. I really am the strangest person I know. I don't even know if I made sense. I hope I did.
When I was little, aside from having tendencies of those who grow up to be murderers, as I discovered through Cheryl with Sarah, I was like a fisherwoman. Or a fishergirl I guess. I loved it all. And, now, I realize that fishing is...strange. I used baby minnows that I would wake up at six in the morning to catch as bait. I'd drop pieces of stale read in the water after the sun rose and scoop up the little minnows trying to eat breakfast. I'd hook those things--live, mind you--onto one of my many fishing poles. Fishing. Either on the dock at my shore house of further out on the boat. Sometimes, I'd even fish at night. And, you know what, fish are stupid. one of their disembodied friends hangs in the water, and they want to eat it. I think i don't know why I liked to fish. I think maybe because my uncle taught me and I liked him a lot and I wanted him to be proud of me. Maye. But fishing is stupid. Why bother trying to catch something easily obtained at the local supermarket for significantly less than the price of the supplies needed for fishing...the fishing boat, rod, reel, hook, sinker, line, lure and tackle box.
<33Karen
aka Samantha<3
I want to play tennis. I think I will. Not for the team, just to play again. Like, for fun. It'd be...fun.
I am motivation-less when it comes to AP English. I suck.
KC + parental meeting today at Stephen's. Interesting stuff. Hung out with Samantha, Christina and Bobby afterward, discussing...the meeting. Had a lovely pre-meeting dinner with Samantha in the street of Westfield. Earlier this morning, bought some spiffy new clothes. Will go to school to check on newspaper tomorrow. Has ended the use of first-person pronouns at the start of sentences.
I like piebald.
Today Joseph woke me up at an ungodly hour. Really, I had not planned to arise for at least a few more hours, as he sprung into my bedroom around 7:40. You know how before you really wake up, you're sort of in another state of being? And how, sometimes, your first thoughts are really random. Well, my first waking thought was that I was about sleeping cycles. How strange. I think it was for a newspaper double truck, actually. And I remembered this chart and this online article about the deepest stages and lighter stages of sleep. And my first thought was that I was in a deep, deep stage of sleep. I really am the strangest person I know. I don't even know if I made sense. I hope I did.
When I was little, aside from having tendencies of those who grow up to be murderers, as I discovered through Cheryl with Sarah, I was like a fisherwoman. Or a fishergirl I guess. I loved it all. And, now, I realize that fishing is...strange. I used baby minnows that I would wake up at six in the morning to catch as bait. I'd drop pieces of stale read in the water after the sun rose and scoop up the little minnows trying to eat breakfast. I'd hook those things--live, mind you--onto one of my many fishing poles. Fishing. Either on the dock at my shore house of further out on the boat. Sometimes, I'd even fish at night. And, you know what, fish are stupid. one of their disembodied friends hangs in the water, and they want to eat it. I think i don't know why I liked to fish. I think maybe because my uncle taught me and I liked him a lot and I wanted him to be proud of me. Maye. But fishing is stupid. Why bother trying to catch something easily obtained at the local supermarket for significantly less than the price of the supplies needed for fishing...the fishing boat, rod, reel, hook, sinker, line, lure and tackle box.
<33Karen