reading is fun
Mr. Childs assigned us The Joy Luck Club. I wasn't that interested, but we were given some class time to start on it, and now I can barely stand to put it down. Pretty much every story in it makes me want to cry, but I love it.
When I'm upset, I hate people telling me to cheer up/not be sad/smile/not frown. It is super lame and unhelpful, even though I do appreciate the thought.
I had a strange dream last night. Jeremy's dad decided to take their family on an $85,000 trip to see a musical dragon. Clare asked if I and someone else could go, but he said no. While they were seeing the dragon (which was basically a De Ragan from PSU), I found a device shaped like a screwdriver that could change dolls into small, living people by putting it up to their mouth like a toy bottle. The first doll was wearing a dress, and it didn't grow with her (they grew, but not to human size), so I tried slicing it off. Her torso was cut off from her neck and waist; she reassembled, and the torso was paler, but then she was all the same colour, although different from before. Then I tried it on an ugly baby-like doll, and it made her real and beautiful. I went to the bathroom, and there were gorgeous goldfish in the tub, and I knew I'd have to keep them safe from the cats. When I came back later, there were a bunch of clothes and two cats in the bathtub; I kicked the cats out. Later, the clothes were gone. Two goldfish were dead, one was still swimming around, and the other three had transformed into doll-sized people: two beautiful black-haired boys and a black-haired girl. I examined the designs on one of the dead fish; they were beautiful and complex, that greeny black against gold.
When I'm upset, I hate people telling me to cheer up/not be sad/smile/not frown. It is super lame and unhelpful, even though I do appreciate the thought.
I had a strange dream last night. Jeremy's dad decided to take their family on an $85,000 trip to see a musical dragon. Clare asked if I and someone else could go, but he said no. While they were seeing the dragon (which was basically a De Ragan from PSU), I found a device shaped like a screwdriver that could change dolls into small, living people by putting it up to their mouth like a toy bottle. The first doll was wearing a dress, and it didn't grow with her (they grew, but not to human size), so I tried slicing it off. Her torso was cut off from her neck and waist; she reassembled, and the torso was paler, but then she was all the same colour, although different from before. Then I tried it on an ugly baby-like doll, and it made her real and beautiful. I went to the bathroom, and there were gorgeous goldfish in the tub, and I knew I'd have to keep them safe from the cats. When I came back later, there were a bunch of clothes and two cats in the bathtub; I kicked the cats out. Later, the clothes were gone. Two goldfish were dead, one was still swimming around, and the other three had transformed into doll-sized people: two beautiful black-haired boys and a black-haired girl. I examined the designs on one of the dead fish; they were beautiful and complex, that greeny black against gold.