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What's happening here? The only strong, unbreakable friendship I've ever had is with my sister. And that's not even really true. This is kinda cool. I should stop thinking about it. But, the point is... there are no frayed edges or unbearable personality traits... its just cool. And we spend a lot of time together. I was just noticing this today. I trust her with my faults. I think she's beginning to trust me with hers. And like I said... its just cool. But, like I also said, stop thinking about it!!
We've been practicing short story writing in English. And the character summary I wrote today was one I really like:
A girl who lost her arm to a cleaver dropped from a bird flying over head.
She was only 13 and she wanted to be free from the life she led, even though it was a wonderful life, with a wonderful family, in a wonderful home. The birds were trying to tell her something by cutting off her wing.
Also, I got the hairs on my head cut today. I have a new side wept bang, right to left. It covers some of my face, and I have a neck ache from flicking it back, but I think that I will get use to it. Its real nice. And yaya for school pictures [: (((((]
Anyway, I'm happy.
-Just about the hair, the short story, and the friendship, though. But I guess I don't like to write about the thiings that depress me because... well, lets just say that I need to focus on my hw and one can't do that when one is ranting and crying and crying and getting hand aches from typing those tears.
vaarwel
PS: I can't attend opening night. I SINCERELY apologize. I'm MCing for a coffehouse at my school. But, Saturday! And I think I'm going to the Joes play on Sunday. What a wonderful life of theatre.
PSS: Umm... I just wanted to inform you all that the type of school that gives you stupid, tedious homework assignments over Thanksgiving break is not the type I'd ever like to go to again. Ever Again.
We've been practicing short story writing in English. And the character summary I wrote today was one I really like:
A girl who lost her arm to a cleaver dropped from a bird flying over head.
She was only 13 and she wanted to be free from the life she led, even though it was a wonderful life, with a wonderful family, in a wonderful home. The birds were trying to tell her something by cutting off her wing.
Also, I got the hairs on my head cut today. I have a new side wept bang, right to left. It covers some of my face, and I have a neck ache from flicking it back, but I think that I will get use to it. Its real nice. And yaya for school pictures [: (((((]
Anyway, I'm happy.
-Just about the hair, the short story, and the friendship, though. But I guess I don't like to write about the thiings that depress me because... well, lets just say that I need to focus on my hw and one can't do that when one is ranting and crying and crying and getting hand aches from typing those tears.
vaarwel
PS: I can't attend opening night. I SINCERELY apologize. I'm MCing for a coffehouse at my school. But, Saturday! And I think I'm going to the Joes play on Sunday. What a wonderful life of theatre.
PSS: Umm... I just wanted to inform you all that the type of school that gives you stupid, tedious homework assignments over Thanksgiving break is not the type I'd ever like to go to again. Ever Again.