→their teeth collided on the demolished world of himmel street
Now that that is out of the way and I'm not crying anymore.
Beautiful book. Lovely book. Everyone read The Book Thief, please. It deserves every tear every reader sheds for it. I've only ever had one favorite author, and that's been Holly Black, and now I have two--welcome Markus Zusak oh god their names rhyme.
- Since yesterday was Brokeback Mountain baaaw I never said anything about my day yesterday.
Walking down the hall in the morning to Math all I hear is "okay I need to read these books" a blonde teenage girl, my age, of course I know what book she's talking about.
Well we're in class, lock down drill, Mr. Comisso sits beside me in the corner on a tire, and I'm reading The Book Thief. They talk about it again.
"Ashley, do you like Twilight too?" I've never seen this chick in my life aside from class how the hell does she know my name. I glance up from my book, placing my hand by my mouth I say in the most timid tone ever:
"Um...I hate Twilight." Then back to my book I go. I'm proud.
- Fourth period (Strings/Music) yesterday the guy who sits behind me pissed off poor Ms. Foley so bad she ditched us for all of the rest of the class. People were on the troleys pushing eachother around the class. A girl crashed into stage props and screamed--it was a bloody wonder Mr. H didn't come in and scream at them.
I basically read all period, and she wasn't here today--we watched Autumn Rush while I tried not to break into tears after finishing The Book Thief. I had seen the movie before so I wasn't too upset.
Also someone found a pill in one of the cafeteria cookies today. My cookie was burnt to hell this morning and it made my morning suck.
But carbon's better than AIDS I guess.
Jamie you owe me--I brought my violin home.
Also I need to do my science work on the recording I did of all the food I ate this past weekend. Remind me.
Beautiful book. Lovely book. Everyone read The Book Thief, please. It deserves every tear every reader sheds for it. I've only ever had one favorite author, and that's been Holly Black, and now I have two--welcome Markus Zusak oh god their names rhyme.
- Since yesterday was Brokeback Mountain baaaw I never said anything about my day yesterday.
Walking down the hall in the morning to Math all I hear is "okay I need to read these books" a blonde teenage girl, my age, of course I know what book she's talking about.
Well we're in class, lock down drill, Mr. Comisso sits beside me in the corner on a tire, and I'm reading The Book Thief. They talk about it again.
"Ashley, do you like Twilight too?" I've never seen this chick in my life aside from class how the hell does she know my name. I glance up from my book, placing my hand by my mouth I say in the most timid tone ever:
"Um...I hate Twilight." Then back to my book I go. I'm proud.
- Fourth period (Strings/Music) yesterday the guy who sits behind me pissed off poor Ms. Foley so bad she ditched us for all of the rest of the class. People were on the troleys pushing eachother around the class. A girl crashed into stage props and screamed--it was a bloody wonder Mr. H didn't come in and scream at them.
I basically read all period, and she wasn't here today--we watched Autumn Rush while I tried not to break into tears after finishing The Book Thief. I had seen the movie before so I wasn't too upset.
Also someone found a pill in one of the cafeteria cookies today. My cookie was burnt to hell this morning and it made my morning suck.
But carbon's better than AIDS I guess.
Jamie you owe me--I brought my violin home.
Also I need to do my science work on the recording I did of all the food I ate this past weekend. Remind me.