Addicted
In a reading/singing/typing mood.
Very thristy today, for no apparent reason.
Currently reading the redwall series. I borrowed the first 2 from Allsion.
I remember, when I lived in GA, a guy i liked in 4th grade that I liked was reading it. I recall asking him what the book was about... About mice, stoats, moles, the like. Its much more in depth than the Cat Warriors, though I like the plot better. More appealing, more easy to relate to. Just realized that the guy was smart. He read it in 4rth grade. Or 5th? I dont remeber.
Its weird thinking back to Atlanta. My friends have all fallen apart and not bothred to call me all that much. I don't particularly mind. They've fought amongst themselves, and gotten new friends. I think they've forgotten me. Its sad. Leaving behind all those people, sights, promises I never kept. I remeber... so much.
In my backyard, there were these forests, and I used to gather many fallen trees, branches, and I'd used to make this shelter, and my friends, guests ( my parent's friend's children) would help me build. We'd almost gotten to the point when the foundation was very stable, and was just missing covering to sheild us from the elements. Never got around to finish that. I guess its the process of building it that installed the sence of pride and fun....
And my fish. The little fish I buried in a shell in my backyard. I was 10, but still young enough to follow frivolous actions.I added water, fish food,and a pebble in the shell...Once he was burried, I forgot where I laid him.
I don't even know who lives in my house now. I hope...
Weird thing for me to go off on a tangent and start digging up the past...
Very thristy today, for no apparent reason.
Currently reading the redwall series. I borrowed the first 2 from Allsion.
I remember, when I lived in GA, a guy i liked in 4th grade that I liked was reading it. I recall asking him what the book was about... About mice, stoats, moles, the like. Its much more in depth than the Cat Warriors, though I like the plot better. More appealing, more easy to relate to. Just realized that the guy was smart. He read it in 4rth grade. Or 5th? I dont remeber.
Its weird thinking back to Atlanta. My friends have all fallen apart and not bothred to call me all that much. I don't particularly mind. They've fought amongst themselves, and gotten new friends. I think they've forgotten me. Its sad. Leaving behind all those people, sights, promises I never kept. I remeber... so much.
In my backyard, there were these forests, and I used to gather many fallen trees, branches, and I'd used to make this shelter, and my friends, guests ( my parent's friend's children) would help me build. We'd almost gotten to the point when the foundation was very stable, and was just missing covering to sheild us from the elements. Never got around to finish that. I guess its the process of building it that installed the sence of pride and fun....
And my fish. The little fish I buried in a shell in my backyard. I was 10, but still young enough to follow frivolous actions.I added water, fish food,and a pebble in the shell...Once he was burried, I forgot where I laid him.
I don't even know who lives in my house now. I hope...
Weird thing for me to go off on a tangent and start digging up the past...