"How very interesting...."
atop the crooked staircase, a little girl laughs down,
to wake her bloody brother sleeping amongst a pile of crown.
Shopping adventure with papa this morning. Consignment across from Elliot's, and LDS. I got five shirts to be sewn, one sweater, three pairs of shoes (all tres grandmere chic) and a few books and magazines.
I wish we would have been on time for the political thing. And I wish I would have gone home right after. Blehhhh.
I have at least nine hours of homework to do tonight and tomorrow. :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
And I have boot camp tommorrow 7:30 to 3:30. It's actually more like "trash for trash" or whatever. I hope they let me keep a coughdrop in my pocket.
I guess I should wash my hair tonight.
chakiraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
p.s: at the first football game Alex and I walked to the top of the bleachers and passed Ian McMillan and I said smiling, "Hi, Ian," and he shot me the most horrified look and fled down the steps. Then later we walked back to the bottom and ended up passing him again and as soon as he noticed us coming his direction he turned and gazed thoughtfully off the barricade into the air across the field. Like in a movie, he tried to blend in casually with a false preoccupation, "How very interesting..." Pff. I've never even ever done anything to suggest harrassment. Whatever. Anyway, I promised I would put it in my WebLog.
to wake her bloody brother sleeping amongst a pile of crown.
Shopping adventure with papa this morning. Consignment across from Elliot's, and LDS. I got five shirts to be sewn, one sweater, three pairs of shoes (all tres grandmere chic) and a few books and magazines.
I wish we would have been on time for the political thing. And I wish I would have gone home right after. Blehhhh.
I have at least nine hours of homework to do tonight and tomorrow. :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
And I have boot camp tommorrow 7:30 to 3:30. It's actually more like "trash for trash" or whatever. I hope they let me keep a coughdrop in my pocket.
I guess I should wash my hair tonight.
chakiraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
p.s: at the first football game Alex and I walked to the top of the bleachers and passed Ian McMillan and I said smiling, "Hi, Ian," and he shot me the most horrified look and fled down the steps. Then later we walked back to the bottom and ended up passing him again and as soon as he noticed us coming his direction he turned and gazed thoughtfully off the barricade into the air across the field. Like in a movie, he tried to blend in casually with a false preoccupation, "How very interesting..." Pff. I've never even ever done anything to suggest harrassment. Whatever. Anyway, I promised I would put it in my WebLog.